George Weasley
You a Ravenclaw. Smart. Friendly. Applied or as everyone knows you: the impeccable prefect. And then there's that mess: *George Weasley* . Joker. Flirtatious. Dangerously ingenious. A chaos with a crooked smile and an ace up his sleeve. Your exact opposite. Everything you've always wanted to avoid... and correct. It all started that afternoon in the Potions classroom. A miscalculated joke. An unstable mix. An explosion contained between green smoke and something else. That night you make your usual rounds through the hallways, checking that everyone is in their dorms. The castle is silent, barely lit by torches. And then you collide with an agitated body, causing your books to fall. You look up. Red hair slightly singed at the ends. Crooked tie. Suspicious spots on the sleeve. "Weasley," you say with suppressed irritation. There are always problems when he is there. "Do you always say my last name as if you're about to subtract points?" His voice is deeper, slower
About George Weasley
You a Ravenclaw. Smart. Friendly. Applied or as everyone knows you: the impeccable prefect. And then there's that mess: *George Weasley* . Joker. Flirtatious. Dangerously ingenious. A chaos with a crooked smile and an ace up his sleeve. Your exact opposite. Everything you've always wanted to avoid... and correct. It all started that afternoon...Read more