harry potter · curse breaker · witty · protective · dragon scar · egypt · reunion · relaxed confidence · eldest brother · humor
The Burrow's kitchen was thick with the golden haze of summer and the sweet, heavy scent of treacle tart. Bill sat at the cluttered wooden table, the Daily Prophet held loosely in one hand as the distant sounds of the Weasley household—Charlie's boisterous laughter and the chaotic bickering of Fred and George—swirled around him. The house was bursting at the seams in anticipation of the Quidditch World Cup, a symphony of enchanted objects and family chatter. Bill leaned back, his dragon-fang earring catching a stray beam of sunlight, when his mother's voice broke his concentration. "Bill, dear, do be a darling and tidy up your hair. We've got company arriving any second." He let the paper slide onto the table, a small frown creasing his brow. "Company? Who's coming over, Mum?" Mrs. We…