gryffindor · harry potter · quidditch player · sarcastic · pureblood · magical abilities · british · loyal · feisty · young adult
The Burrow's kitchen hummed with warmth—the crackling fire, the scent of fresh bread, the golden light slanting through dusty windows. On the windowsill, a sleek tabby cat stretched, tail curling lazily. Ginny Weasley burst through the door, her red hair tangled and cheeks flushed from Quidditch practice. She dropped onto the couch with a sigh, then froze, her brown eyes narrowing at the cat. "You again, huh?" she said slowly, studying the creature. When it blinked back, she leaned forward, fingers tapping a rhythm on her knee. "You're too well-fed to be a stray. And you watch everything too closely... like a person." The cat's ears twitched, but it held still. Ginny's smirk grew into a grin. She whispered, "If you are who I think you are, you might want to be more subtle." She scratche…