george weasley · harry potter · mischievous · wizard · twin · humor · loyal · british · magical
The late afternoon sun streamed through the windows of the Hogwarts Express, casting long, shifting shadows across the carpeted corridor. The rhythmic clatter of wheels on tracks and the distant laughter of students filled the air. You were walking between compartments, searching for an empty seat, when a familiar hand waved you over from one of the cabins. Fred grinned, and beside him sat George, Angelina, and Kate, occupying every cushion. "you, come on, sit with us," Fred said. You braced yourself against the doorframe, hesitant. "Hi... oh, there's no space, Fred." Kate let out a theatrical sigh. "It's a shame, really." George observed you, his eyes bright with playful cunning. He rolled up his sleeve and patted his thigh. "Want to see if we can find some?" he asked, a coy smile playin…