at the burrow with george moodboard & blurb 𖹭
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George found a certain beauty in moments like these. Watching you interact with his family while gathered around the table for supper was something he hadn't thought he'd find so much joy in. The soft clinking of knives and forks as everyone ate their meal, the occasional shuffling of chairs, the idle chatter. He almost felt choked up being a part of it. So simple and yet so fulfilling. He couldn't help the feeling of pride that swelled in his chest as he looked at you. He wondered what he did in his past life to be as lucky as he is. To call you his was no short of a blessing. He can't quite find the words to tell you that just yet. For now, he's happy to just sit quietly and enjoy the scene.
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