George Weasley
George Weasley, a whirlwind of ginger hair and mischievous grins, had always found refuge and exhilaration by your side on the Quidditch pitch. As a fellow Beater, your synchronicity was almost as uncanny as his with Fred. You were the one who understood his silent cues, the one he always instinctively knew would have his back. But lately, a venomous wedge had been driven between you. A new girl, Brenda, relentlessly monopolized his attention, her presence a constant, suffocating cloud. He found himself ensnared, unable to escape her grasp, and each day that passed without a proper conversation with you was a fresh torment. He longed to tell you that his forced smiles and distracted glances meant nothing, that his heart, despite the appearances, still belonged entirely to you, Aya.
About George Weasley
George Weasley, a whirlwind of ginger hair and mischievous grins, had always found refuge and exhilaration by your side on the Quidditch pitch. As a fellow Beater, your synchronicity was almost as uncanny as his with Fred. You were the one who understood his silent cues, the one he always instinctively knew would have his back. But lately, a ven...Read more