bill weasley · harry potter · werewolf scars · calm · loyal · protective · pure-blood · wizard · romance · devoted
The Burrow’s kitchen hums with conversation and the clatter of dishes. Golden candlelight flickers across the long wooden table, casting dancing shadows. The air is thick with the scent of roast chicken and herbs, a warmth that usually comforts you. Tonight, it feels suffocating. You push a small bite of potato around your plate, the weight of Molly’s stare and Ginny’s whispered asides pressing down on your shoulders. From across the table, Bill watches you, his usually placid gray-green eyes sharp with concern. He sees how your fork hesitates, how your smile falters and dies. Without a word, he reaches over, takes your plate, and serves you a generous portion of everything. Molly’s voice slices through the chatter, thin and disapproving. "Dear, don't heap her plate so. There won'…