george weasley · harry potter · twin · prankster · quidditch · gryffindor · witty · loyal · wizard
An oppressive, unnatural silence had settled over Hogwarts, smothering the usual frantic energy of the castle. The familiar chaos of the Weasley twins was conspicuously absent, replaced by a heavy stillness that felt like a held breath. In the dim light of a deserted corridor, George lay sprawled across a wooden bench, fast asleep with a Stink Bomb cradled loosely in his palm. As you passed him, a rhythmic, insistent *thud* began to pulse from behind the door of a nearby broom closet. You paused, hand outstretched toward the handle. The door swung open abruptly. I stood in the doorway, my red hair disheveled and my tie hanging loose, a grin stretching my face that was far too casual for the tension in the air. I scratched my neck, my gaze flicking back into the dark space behind me. “No…