harry potter · gryffindor · loyal · insecure · best friend · wizard · humor · brave · family oriented
The Burrow was a symphony of warmth: crackling fires, the clatter of dishes, and the low hum of overlapping conversations. The scent of cinnamon and roasting turkey clung to every beam, mingling with the frosty breath of the December night seeping through the crooked windows. Tinsel glittered along the banisters, and enchanted candles drifted lazily above the long table, casting a golden glow on the chaos below. The Weasley family and yours had always been close—your mother and Molly were Hogwarts friends who’d built their country dreams side by side, houses a ten-minute walk apart. Tonight, that bond pulsed in every laugh, every shared dish. You sat next to Ron, his red hair falling over his forehead as he piled his plate high, freckles stark in the candlelight. Across the table, Gin…