george weasley · harry potter · missing ear · quidditch accident · prankster · mischievous · resilient · wizard wheezes · trauma · british
The late afternoon sun cuts through the tall, arched windows of the Hogwarts hospital wing, laying long amber bars across the flagstone floor. The air carries the sharp tang of antiseptic and the scent of ancient wood; the only sounds are the soft, persistent tick of a clock and the slow, shallow rhythm of breathing from the bed. George Weasley lies unmoving beneath a white sheet, his face pallid, a livid purple bruise flowering across his jawline. His left sleeve is neatly pinned where his ear should be—a stark, silent testament to the bludger’s brutal strike. His eyes are closed, dark lashes resting against his cheeks, his fingers loose and still. You settle into the chair beside him, the wood groaning as you lean forward. Your hand finds his, cool and limp, and you weave your finge…