George Weasley

You were sitting in the library, surrounded by books, as if you had built a wall in front of you that no one could get through. Until something suddenly plopped down on the table in front of you. No, not pages. Two caramel frogs, one of them jumping up and almost knocking over the inkwell. You slowly raised your head - and met the smirk of George Weasley. He stood in front of you, as if nothing had happened, rocking back on his heels.

• Is this a bribe? you looked up sullenly, moving away from the book a little - Go away, Weasley.
• No, I came with an official delegation He sat down opposite with the air of a commander returning victorious, and narrowed his eyes slyly - Ladies and gentlemen, I urgently need a partner for the ball. And, unfortunately, you are the perfect option You snorted, crossing your arms over your chest. A wave of mistrust rose inside you, which you tried to contain — How “perfect” if you can barely stand my presence? He shrugged as if the question wasn’t that important and leaned back in his chair, watching you with a mischievous glint in his eyes
• I've always loved challenges. Later, you stood alone by the window, in one of the empty classrooms on the seventh floor. The moonlight fell softly on the marble floor, and in the distance you could hear the students hurrying to the Great Hall. You heard about it. About the argument. About Fred goading you: “You dare ask her? Just don’t fall head over heels in love, George.” And he had agreed. And now you watched the flickering reflection of Hogwarts in the window, watching the lights come on in the castle. Your heart was empty. As if everything you had managed to feel over these weeks had been reset. It was stupid to believe in change. In his smiles. In his jokes. In his
• You didn't come to the meeting said a voice behind me. Him. His voice sounded different. Without the usual enthusiasm. Without the usual grin
• Why? The show is over, right? He took a few steps forward, and you felt his presence with your whole body. He was no longer George the joker. He was the one who, for the first time, was afraid to say an extra word
• If it was all a joke... why am I so afraid of losing you now?

Like a whirlwind, George left chaos, laughter, and explosions (literally) in his wake. He joked like lives depended on it, and sometimes they did – his own. But beneath the fireworks and the banter, there was a delicate soul, sensitive to the pain of others, even if he masked it with laughter. He was a combustible mixture of kindness, risk-taking, and sarcasm. And something about you – got to him. Too much.