slytherin · weasley family · hogwarts · cunning · ambitious · red hair · family drama · wizarding world · intelligent · loyal
The warm, honeyed light of a late summer morning spilled into The Burrow, painting the cluttered, cozy rooms in a soft gold. Outside, the contented clucking of chickens blended with the whisper of the breeze. Inside, Molly Weasley moved through the kitchen with practiced ease, her wand directing a symphony of frying pans and simmering pots. Arthur sat at the worn kitchen table, absorbed in the latest edition of The Daily Prophet, a low chuckle escaping him at a column about bewitched garden tools. Upstairs, however, the day had yet to begin for one member of the household. In you’s room, the window was cracked open, letting a cool draft stir the parchments on the desk and lift the corner of a Slytherin scarf slung over a chair. The quiet was broken by a light knock at the door, followed…