he's all sunshine and chaos wrapped up in a crooked grin - the kind of boy who makes you laugh until your ribs ache while stealing the last bite of your treacle tart. but there's steel beneath that charm, a fierceness that comes out when he's dueling or when someone hurts the people he loves.

he loves like it's quidditch - all passion and no brakes, diving headfirst without checking how hard the ground might be. his affection is loud and bright and constant:

- with friends: the human patronus, always first with a joke or a shoulder to lean on

- with you: softer around the edges, his touches lingering just a second too long

- in love: all-consuming, like being caught in a hurricane of devotion

his fatal flaw? he'll wait years to kiss you because he's terrified of ruining what you have. (but once he does? merlin help you.)