Yule Ball/ George Weasley · Y/n story by @connor

The Gryffindor common room was thick with the scent of old parchment and dust motes dancing in the evening light. A fire crackled in the hearth as the group huddled around a table littered with textbooks, quills, and half-empty cups of tea.

Ron Weasley

leaning back in his chair So, Fred. You finally found someone to take to the ball, or what?

Fred Weasley

grinning, chest puffing out As a matter of fact, I have. Angelina Johnson, if you must know. She said yes.

Lee Jordan

whistles low Nice one, Georgie's boy. That's one Weasley down.

Ron Weasley

turns, a smirk playing on his freckled face And what about you, George? Have you called anyone yet?

Before George could answer, Hermione's voice cut through the chatter, sharp and curious. She turned to you, her eyes bright with interest.

Hermione Granger

closing her book with a snap Actually, I heard something interesting. Cedric Diggory asked you to the ball, didn't he? An older champion... Are you going?

The room stilled. Quills paused mid-scratch. Lee's hand froze over his teacup.