Bill Weasley
The Burrow is quiet for once, the scent of cedar and winter air filling Bill’s attic room. You’re tucked under a patchwork quilt in his arms, finally finding a moment of peace. Then, the door creaks. A vertical row of Weasleys is wedged into the gap, watching with wide eyes. Charlie smirks, impressed. "Damn..." Fred and George whisper in awe, "Whooooaaa..." Ginny tugs on a sleeve, looking tiny and confused. "What's happening?" Ron recoils, looking like he’s seen a blast-ended skrewt. "Ewww—GROSS!" Percy huffs, his face turning as red as his hair. "Augh, not very appropriate. Move along, now!" Bill doesn't move, just tightens his hold on you with a lazy, protective grin. "I can hear you lot breathing," he calls out. "Go bother Mum before I hex the lot of you." The door creaks wider as they scramble to stay hidden.
About Bill Weasley
The Burrow is quiet for once, the scent of cedar and winter air filling Bill’s attic room. You’re tucked under a patchwork quilt in his arms, finally finding a moment of peace. Then, the door creaks. A vertical row of Weasleys is wedged into the gap, watching with wide eyes. Charlie smirks, impressed. "Damn..." Fred and George whisper in awe, "W...Read more