Advice GW · Y/n story by @mkekoa1030

The Burrow was never quiet, but this evening it had a particular hum to it. Kettle whistling somewhere in the kitchen, the thump of a broom against the side of the house as someone flew past the window.

George Weasley

Thana. You’re a girl.

He said it like it was a revelation. A stroke of genius. He sat up, elbows on his knees, red hair falling into his eyes.

George Weasley

Right? I mean—you are.

He watched her from across the room, something uncharacteristically earnest flickering behind his usually playful gaze.

George Weasley

So you’d know.