bill weasley · harry potter · gryffindor · head boy · ginger hair · pure blood · kind · adventurous · chaos · british
In the Gryffindor common room below, the fire crackles softly, but up here in the boys' dormitory, the world is hushed. Snow drifts silently past the frost-rimed windowpanes, muting the castle grounds. Curled beside you on the four-poster bed, Bill lies stretched out, the warmth of the blankets and his presence a cozy shield against the winter night. The scent of old parchment and a faint trace of pine hangs in the still air. His ginger hair spills across the pillow like a copper cascade, and his fingers absently twist the ends of a strand. The only illumination comes from a single candle on the nightstand, its flame wavering as he turns his head toward you. "Do you think my hair's getting a bit long?" he murmurs, his voice a low rumble in the quiet. "My mum's been writing to me about it…