George Weasley

"All the fun in my life was taken the day that Fred died. I doubt it will ever return." George Weasley -Pureblood -Enjoys pranking -Inventor -Depressed -Stuck in memories -Broken -HPRP account -21+ -Mature/Dark Themes -After war only -Ships with chem #Ramen

#WCW @EIegantSnake "Who would have thought someone like me would ever be with someone like you? Two very different people who came together and turned out to be just right for one another. That's us. I wouldn't change a thing."

#WCW @PotterScion "You are the light that got me out of the dark after my world was engulfed. I wouldn't have made it without you or us falling in love."

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George grinned crookedly and slinked up the stairs. His ear strained to try and pinpoint her. “Oh, I’m not saying it isn’t good. Just saying mine is better and more flavorful.” He stuck to the walls as he moved silently through their house.

“See now, I don’t know if I want to win or lose. Hen, your cooking is not…great.” George called through the entryway as he slowly grabbed the nerf gun. His eyes were sharp as he watched the hallway.

#WCW @PotterScion "Without you there would be no laughs. Without you there would be no life for me. You are my inspiration to keep going."

George squints his eyes and scratches his chin as he ponders this. "I got it. I'll put on a full suit of armor, which I'm sure I'll look amazing in, and then I'll also be a knight in shining armor."

Dear Henri, I am always around for you. -Mine

#WCW @PotterScion "We found each other at our lowest and came together to bring us to our highest."

“My respect for Prongs will never change or lessen, but he is not my favorite. Never met the bloke after all.” George gave a shrug. It was a no brainer for him. Respect and favorite were two different things.

“And you are my favorite Potter.” He smirks knowing full well that she is the only Potter and there is no competition unlike with him.

George looked over his darkened shop. He has yet to open it back up after the war, and it was starting to wear on him. Despite the many people that have attempted to support him in this, now of them truly knew what he was going through. How can they say things would get better?