You were sitting at the Ravenclaw table, chatting with your friends about weekend plans. Everyone agreed—you needed a break. The homework load had been overwhelming lately, and all of you were desperate for a little time to relax and unwind.

As the conversation flowed with ideas—maybe a trip to Hogsmeade, a movie night, or just a lazy day in the common room—you suddenly felt a warm hand slide around your shoulders.

You glanced over, and there he was—George WeasIey, with that signature grin on his face that never failed to make your heart flutter. He casually slipped into the seat beside you, his arm still draped comfortably around you.

“Morning, loves,” he greeted, flashing that effortlessly charming smile.

You couldn’t help but smile back, a little brighter than before.

His presence was familiar, easy—even when he caught you off guard like that.