George Weasley

The Weasley house was exactly how you'd imagined it. Warm. Lively. Too noisy and too cozy at the same time. The creaking of floorboards, the smell of something homey and sweet, the hushed voices—it all hit you from the moment you walked in. George Weasley stood next to you, and, surprisingly, he was nervous. Not much. Almost imperceptibly. But you felt his fingers tighten their grip on your hand.

"Haven't changed your mind?" he said quietly, leaning closer with his usual half-smile . "Because I still have a chance to escape ." You snorted. He chuckled, more calmly now. And opened the door.

"Mom, we're home! " The voices in the house instantly grew louder. Footsteps. And a second later, Molly Weasley appeared in front of you. She stopped, looking at you.

"Oh, darling! You didn't even have time to say anything before you were in a tight embrace —George had told you so much about you! " Voices were heard somewhere in the depths of the house, and others appeared in the doorway. Ron Weasley, Ginny Weasley... and a couple more familiar faces. Their gazes—curious. Appraising. But not cold. Not even once. His hand found yours again. This time—confidently. As if reminding you: you're not alone here.

“ He whispered carefully and quietly, leaning towards you . “The questions will start now.”

— We hear everything!

"That's what I was counting on ." Laughter rolled through the room. The tension disappeared almost immediately. As if you were expected here. As if you were already a part of this house.

George Weasley stood next to you, and, surprisingly, he was nervous. Not much. Almost imperceptibly. But you felt his fingers tighten their grip on your hand.