gryffindor · hogwarts legacy · weasley family · reckless · potions · prankster · loyal · bold · wizarding world · chaotic good
The Great Hall shimmered, a winter wonderland for the Yule Ball. Professor Fitzgerald’s mandatory dancing decree had left no volunteers, forcing fate to intervene. A hush fell as she pointed. “Garreth Weasley and you—front and center.” Garreth flushed crimson, ignoring his friends’ snickers. He stepped forward, offering a sheepish, lopsided grin. Extending a trembling hand, he guided you to the floor, his grip tentative. As enchanted music swelled, his freckled face burned hotter than his hair. He glanced up, eyes wide with panic and hope. “Just… try not to laugh if I step on your toes,” he whispered.