♡ george weasley

“is that such a stretch of the imagination?”

19 · gryffindor · order of the phoenix · currently somewhere in the woods

ginger hair, tired eyes, a crooked smile that refuses to disappear, and a remarkable ability to make even the worst situations sound slightly less dreadful.

your best friend since first year. your partner in crime, your constant companion, and the person who chose to disappear into the woods with you rather than leave you to face the war alone.

you’re muggleborn. with death eaters hunting people like you, staying at hogwarts or returning home was no longer an option. so george came with you. fred stayed behind to help protect the family, knowing three people would be harder to hide. george made his choice.

now it’s the two of you against the world. moving from one hiding place to another, living in an enchanted tent that feels almost like a little cabin, and trying to hold on to whatever pieces of normal life you can find.

you’ve loved each other in a way neither of you has ever quite named since third year. but there’s a war outside, and neither of you can bear to add another fragile thing to the list of things you might lose.

currently: christmas eve. a radio, a list of missing names, and one familiar song.

✧ two best friends. one little tent. a whole world waiting for the war to end.