#georgelina

"Different different." Fred gestured broadly at nothing. "You know. Summer, different."

"That's not a thing."

"It is absolutely a thing. Fourth year was when Rosmerta Evans in Hufflepuff came back with—"

"I remember," Lee said, finally looking up.

George leaned his head against the window and watched the countryside blur past. His curls were getting long again, falling over his forehead in the way his mum always tried to fix with spit on her thumb, which he'd been successfully dodging for three weeks. The sky outside was that particular shade of grey that meant it was still technically summer but the world had already given up on it.

He was fine. He was completely fine.

He was not thinking about Angelina Johnson.

He was also not thinking about the way she'd looked at the Leaky Cauldron two weeks ago when their families happened to cross paths, and how her hair had been done differently, and how she'd smiled at him with her whole face the way she always did, and how he'd said hi back like a completely normal person and then immediately walked into a display of Fizzing Whizzbees.

Completely fine.

They spotted the girls at the pitch.

It was tradition, or something close enough to it. First day back, before the sorting feast, before everything got loud and supervised again, there was always an hour where the older students drifted out to the Quidditch pitch the way birds knew to fly south. No brooms. No practice. Just the pitch, and the last of the good light, and the particular relief of being back somewhere that wasn't home but felt like it anyway.

The Gryffindor girls were already there when Fred, George, and Lee came through the stands. Angelina was running drills, even without a broom, because she was Angelina, and that was the kind of thing Angelina did. Alicia was watching her with the expression of someone who deeply respected that kind of dedication and also deeply did not share it. Katie was eating crisps on the bottom row of the bleachers.

"Oi," Fred said, mostly to himself, watching Angelina land from a practice jump and jog back to her starting point. "Did she get taller?"

"Don't," Alicia said, from thirty feet away, without looking.

"I'm just observing."

"Don't observe."

George said nothing. He had, in fact, noticed the same thing approximately four seconds ago, which was exactly why he was now looking at a spot approximately six inches above Angelina's head and thinking very hard about Quidditch statistics.

She had gotten taller. Or maybe it was just the way she was standing, that same straight-backed way she had, like she was always ready to launch herself into the air. She was wearing her hair down over her shoulders in thick braids, a few of them pinned back from her face, and she moved the way she always moved, like she was annoyed at gravity for the inconvenience of it.

"Amazonian goddess," Lee said, very quietly, in the tone of a man having a private religious experience.

"She's not that tall," Fred said.

"She's taller than me," Lee said.

"She's taller than you because you're short."

"I'm average."

"You are below-average."

George put his hands in his pockets. "Can we go down now."

They went down.

"Angelina," Fred said, pointing at her with the easy confidence of someone who had never once been embarrassed by anything in his life. "Did you get taller? Because I think you got taller."

Angelina turned and gave him the look she reserved specifically for Fred — somewhere between fond and deeply tired. "Hello to you too, Weasley."

"I notice things," Fred said. "It's actually a gift."

"It's something," Alicia said, stepping neatly between them. "Hi George. Hi Lee." She pointed at Fred. "You, back up."

Fred backed up, grinning, entirely unbothered.

Lee immediately started talking to Alicia about something George didn't catch because Angelina had turned to him, and she was smiling, and his brain did the thing it always did these days which was briefly forget how to work.

"Hey," she said. "How was your summer?"

"Good. You know. Mum yelled at us, Fred blew something up, Ron cried about it." He paused. "Percy also cried, actually. Separately."

Angelina laughed. "What did Fred blow up this time?"

"The gnome hutch. Which, for the record, was Percy's fault."

"How."

"Percy bet us we couldn't enchant a gnome to sing the school song." He said it like that explained everything, because it did.

"And the hutch."

"Casualty of science." He nodded seriously. "Very tragic. We held a small service."

She was grinning now, shaking her head, and it occurred to George, not for the first time, that she was one of the only people he knew who actually let herself laugh at things instead of performing it. Like she wasn't checking how it looked. Just laughing.

He looked back at the pitch.

"You were drilling," he said. "Before we got here."

"Trying to sort out my approach angle." She turned to look at the pitch too, and for a moment they were just standing side by side, looking out at it. "I kept going wide on my cuts last year. Been thinking about it all summer."

"You think about Quidditch all summer?"

"Don't you?"

"Mostly I think about how to convince Mum to buy us better brooms and fail."

"Same difference."

George smiled at his shoes. He could feel Lee, from somewhere to his left, having what was probably a very normal conversation with Alicia while also definitely watching Angelina in his peripheral vision. George could not explain why he found this annoying given that it was not his business.

He found it annoying.

"Wood's going to run you lot into the ground this year," he said.

"Probably." She didn't sound upset about it. "That's fine. I'd rather be run into the ground and win."

"Very noble."

"Very practical." She glanced at him sideways. "You and Fred trying out again?"

"Is that a real question."

"Right." She smiled. "Stupid question."

"Deeply stupid question. We're offended."

"My sincerest apologies to you and Fred collectively."

"I'll pass it along. He'll want it in writing."

"He can want a lot of things."

George laughed, and she laughed too, and the evening light was doing something to the pitch, going gold and long-shadowed the way it only did at the very end of summer, and he was aware that this was a nice moment, standing here, talking to her. He was aware of it the way you were aware of something you weren't supposed to touch. Carefully. From a slight distance.

He put his hands back in his pockets.

"Come on," Fred called, from somewhere behind them. "Feast in twenty. Lee's trying to smuggle that magazine in under his robes and I want to watch McGonagall take it off him at the door."

"I'm not smuggling anything," Lee said.

"He's absolutely smuggling it," Fred said, to no one in particular.

Angelina rolled her eyes and turned toward the stands to collect her bag. "Same as ever," she said, mostly to herself, but fond. Like it was a good thing.

George fell into step with the group and let Fred start an argument about the magazine and didn't say anything else, just walked, the pitch going dark behind them, the school lit up ahead.

Same as ever.

hoards fake tattoos. LOVES THEM. like she’ll never get a real tattoo, but she loves the fake ones

laughs at men who confess their love to her but takes the women who confess to her seriously (she’s not into girls she just respects them more)

pranks her dad the most. then her dad pranks her. fred and angelina… run for cover…

had a situationship with some transfer from durmstrang and literally never lived it down from fred

only got close with rose at hogwarts. shes a year younger than rose and she’s shocked to find out she’s secretly likeable

her favourite uncle is percy— yeah you would never guess. but she loves hanging with people who act like they have a small stick up their butt— it’s more rewarding when she wrangles a laugh out of them. plus percy spoils her the most and she has a sneaking suspicion she is secretly is favourite niece.

people pay her to prank their opps. shes like a clown hitman.

exercised for like a week and got abs from it. everyone is upset. also. is a gym bro. probably the master herder of all the gym bros.

made a secret trolls account to troll people. thought she was so smart for mashing the two concepts together.

ate playdough when she was a kid and was disappointed with how it tasted.

master jinxer. for real, cover your ankles if you’re an opp

opps in general tremble

never fought much with her parents, which is really fucking strange. maybe its because fred fought with angelina and george a lot so roxanne sought unconsciously to balance that out, but she just never thought anything was that serious enough to fight over

but she DOES have fights with fred. sometimes they scrap in the middle of the common room and the reason will be because she chucked a piece of paper at him or something. then two seconds later after she’s got bruises up her legs and he’s literally got a black eye, they’re showing each other their memes.

she’s extremely close with both parents but her best friend is literally her mum and when she gets a letter from her mum at dinner at hogwarts she’ll shamelessly start celebrating and cheering.

“look guys my mummy replied to me!!” “didnt she literally write to you yesterday?”

had pink hair for a moment in time in fifth year and pretended it was on purpose (she meant for it to be red whoops)

hugo:

looks a lot like ron except has his mums bushy brown hair (because thats canon… i know.. crazy…). very freckley and has a deeper complexion but not like his mum’s (yea hes lightskin 💪). built short like his mum though, and rose makes fun of him until he wakes up randomly one morning and hes 6ft.

personality wise hes a mix between his parents. hes a lot like ron in the sense that hes made of dry humour and loyalty to his friends, but like hermione in that he gets exasperated easily and also possesses undying loyalty. now that i think about it, hugo is just extremely loyal

definition of little freak. you know how as the line of cousins gets younger and younger and the youngest of them all is always just a weirdo? yeah, hugo is the youngest.

has a butt indentation on his bed from sitting on it and playing roblox all day. wont move from bed until he gets banned on the servers and is forced to touch grass

but when he touches grass he is all for the grass. rose has his ass on life360 and suddenly hes taken a train up to bumfuck nowhere to go on a spontaneous nature hike. suddenly he’s signed up to a chess club and queen gambits his way to the top spot. suddenly hes in a random protest and he doesnt even know what hes there for he just likes the energy

is called “snotty rat boy” in rose’s contacts

basically is a punching bag for all older siblings but is numb to the abuse and just accepts it (its all well-meaning and full of love)

is aroace but LOVES valentines. he goes all out to get cards for all his friends and family and makes them little trinkets (he can’t buy them anything bcuz hes a broke baby and has too much pride to ask his mum for money only to get her something thats worth less) and plans platonic dates and gets very offended when they have to cancel to spend time with their actual romantic partners. he once rang his mate up to ask for a refund for his time (he was joking but hugo is dramatic as hell and needs to feel loved at all times or else he will literally die)

is the main character of a cartoon network show. i just dont know what..

ipad kid vibes

cant cook anything but really good homemade pizza for some strange reason???

confirmed he was aroace when he was playing truth or dare with his gryffindor buddies (because hugo is definitely a gryffindor) late at night and got dared to french kiss some guy. after he had to flee the scene and brush his teeth out to get that gross taste away, and yeah, he had his suspicions beforehand but this basically confirmed it. and every time he recalls the feeling of kissing someone like That he gets this thousand yard stare on him… one would think hes having war flashbacks….

despite not wanting to get married like That, he wants to be a dad when hes older. He has a list of baby names on his notes app (or wizard equivalent), but they’re all shitty things you would name an oc or a sim, not a real person. shit like “ebony” or “crystal” or “axel.” he showed his list to lily luna once and she laughed and called them stripper names so he got mad and kept it very secretive from then on.

genius chess player. wizard beth harmon who?

is a vegan. it started as a joint pack with hermione (ron and rose said “fuck no”) but hermione caved after six months because she cant stay away from coffee. hugo persisted though

is the only one allowed to ruthlessly rip into and bully the shit out of rose. im not kidding, her parents cant even do it. theyre too scared. meanwhile hugo will walk past her in the hallway and say “oh you look uggo today” with a deadass straight face

thinks about moving out one day and having his own family and thinks about rose moving out and having her own family and how that family will be her primary family and he will be secondary family and how they will have to leave their parents one day— he instantly breaks down into tears. hes just a baby bird guyz plz!!!

does not have any parent hes closer to. ron spoils him more but also scolds him more. hermione rewards him less but lets him get away with more. it balances out.

very close with lily luna so when rose and albus had their falling out they just gossiped about it the entire time. lily would tell him how albus cried for three hours straight during lunch and hugo would tell her how rose started to fixate on their shower and started deep cleaning it the muggle way at four in the morning like she was possessed

is james’ godbrother but keeps forgetting it 💀

not bad at quidditch but never took a huge liking to it. likes watching more than playing and just agrees with whatever his dad’s opinions are on the teams (indoctrination)

able to cast a patronus before rose learned which had her tweak out a lot.