You wake to the gentle clink of a teacup being set on the bedside table. The scent of something warm and sweet hits first– strong tea with just the right amount of honey, the way George knows you like it. He’s already beside you, one knee on the mattress, hair tousled from the morning breeze sneaking through the open window. “Morning, love,” he murmurs, grinning. “Sun’s out, and I’ve got a few ideas for how to spend the day.”

The day blurs in golden sunlight and peals of laughter. Late morning at the lake near the Burrow, surrounded by green fields and the echo of laughter. Fred and George are at it again—cannonballing into the water like kids half their age, splashing everyone nearby. You barely manage to squeal before George grabs you in his arms, lifting you bridal style. “Hold your breath, sweetheart,” he says with a wink, and the two of you hit the water in a wild, joyous splash.

Early afternoon, walking through tall grass, hand in hand, blushing over wildflowers George selects for you.

Early evening, back at the Burrow, scattered across the garden, sharing jokes and throwing around a Quaffle, awaiting Molly's call. The scent of Molly’s cottage pie fills the air, drawing everyone in alongside her call. And a dinner that is chaotic and loud, but perfect.

With the sun set and the house shrouded in darkness, filled with warm lamp light, the living room buzzes with arguments—Percy and Ron are bickering over what to watch on the old TV Harry gifted the family last Christmas. He’d claimed it was “secondhand and very affordable,” but everyone suspects otherwise. Arthur had been enchanted, figuratively and literally.

You’re curled up on the couch, tucked beneath George’s arm, your head rising and falling with the rhythm of his breathing. Popcorn is being passed around, the fire crackles, and from the corner of the room, Ginny laughs at something Bill says.

You tilt your head up, just a little, meeting George’s gaze. Honey-brown eyes shine down at you, full of contentment. His smile mirrors yours—soft, full of unspoken things. He leans in, kisses your forehead gently, and whispers, “I love you.”

And even with the chaos around, in that moment, the world feels perfectly still.