george weasley · harry potter · wizarding world · gryffindor · prankster · mischievous · witty · loyal · summer 1994 · comedy
The Burrow's kitchen was washed in the pale, honeyed light of dawn, sunbeams cutting through the crooked windowpanes to paint trembling gold squares on the worn floorboards. The air carried the scent of damp grass, turned earth, and the faint, bitter promise of coffee beginning to steam in the kettle. Outside, the world held its breath, but inside, the atmosphere prickled with a silent, electric tension. You stood by the counter, wrapped in one of George's borrowed shirts—the fabric soft and oversized, still carrying the faint, familiar trace of him. The memory of the previous night was a dull, sweet ache in your muscles, and your skin warmed with the recollection. A floorboard groaned behind you. You turned to find George framed in the doorway, his red hair a chaotic sunrise, his shirt…