tuesday
She thought about all the Tuesdays between that one and this one. The floor in March. The kettle. The chips on New Year's. The door opened at midnight and the cold coming in and the top of her head in the dark. The ring in its box on the counter and obviously said like it was the only possible answer.
She'd been given a life.
She'd made it hers.
The candle burned on the counter.
Wren was on her box.
The dried holly sprig was still in its pot.
The mug was right.
It was a Tuesday.
rosin. 47k. complete. george weasley / roslin ollivander (oc). the song is grow as you go by ben platt.
if you read this — thank you. she's ours. now complete: rosin - a george weasley/ofc fic















