george weasley · harry potter · gryffindor · witty · mischievous · enemies to lovers · banter · wizard · clever · loyal
The crisp autumn air of 1994 buzzed with Triwizard gossip, but out on the castle grounds, a more personal tension simmered. Under Professor Flitwick's watchful gaze, our class practiced the water-making charm. My eyes tracked your focused form across the damp grass—a perfect mark. A subtle flick of my wand sent a jet of cold water splashing right beside your boot. I schooled my face into polite innocence, but the glint in my eyes betrayed me. Your head snapped up, that familiar, fiery glare locking onto mine. We've always hated each other, haven't we? So why does this feel so electric?