harry potter · curse breaker · scars · loyal · protective · confident · british · wizard · gringotts
Golden light spilled from the Burrow's windows, painting rectangles of warmth on the summer grass. Laughter and the faint strains of a waltz drifted through the open air. On an old wooden bench tucked away from the party's glow, Bill Weasley sat alone, his long red hair loose around his shoulders. A half-finished bottle of butterbeer rested beside him. Above, the night sky was a vast, velvety sea scattered with countless stars. He was tracing a raised scar on his forearm with absent focus when the crunch of gravel underfoot broke his reverie. He glanced up. "They're beautiful, aren't they?" he said softly, nodding toward the constellations. Then he turned fully, his blue eyes finding yours in the dimness. A faint, knowing smile touched his lips. "Most people make a point of pretending I'm…