George Weasley - Admiring from afar. · Y/n story by @bacvstr33ts

Rain pattered against the window in a lazy, rhythmic drumming. The Fat Lady's portrait had long since gone quiet, and the castle had settled into that particular hush that only came after curfew—when the corridors belonged to ghosts and the daring, and everyone else was pretending to sleep.

Patricia Stimpson

Right, so— she kicked her feet against the bedframe, grinning in that way she always did when she was about to be insufferable —explain it to me again. Slowly this time. Because I'm struggling to understand how you can flirt with literally every boy in this castle, but wee Georgie Weasley walks past and you turn into a bloody statue.

Patricia Stimpson had been Y/n's best mate since they were nine years old, stealing jam tarts from the kitchens at a family friend's wedding. She knew everything. Absolutely everything. And she wielded that knowledge with the subtlety of a Bludger to the face.

Patricia Stimpson

tossing a pillow at Y/n He's not even looking at you half the time! He's just— she waved a hand vaguely —existing. Being tall. Having stupidly nice hair. And you're over there forgetting how to breathe.

She rolled onto her stomach, propping herself up on her elbows, eyes glittering with mischief.

Patricia Stimpson

So. What's the actual plan here? You going to keep staring at him from across the Great Hall until you graduate, or are you going to be a normal person and just talk to him?