She was calm in duels, sharp with a wand, and utterly unreadable. He was a walking disaster with a laugh too loud and a heart too big to hide. When George Weasley falls for Freya Nolan, sometime between a ruining her hair with dung bomb and the Yule Ball, he doesn't expect it to be real. Or mutual. Or the kind of love that makes you forget how to speak in front of your own family. But Freya's quieter than the chaos he's used to, and George is louder than the safety she's built around herself. And yet, something about the way they fit, through pranks, mistletoe disasters, and Christmas at the Burrow, starts to feel a lot like home. A story of stolen glances, burnt toast, enchanted sweaters, and falling in love in the most Weasley way possible. Because life may be messy, but George knows one thing for certain: If there's going to be chaos, it's better with her. The stories in this book is going to be shorts, but they are continuous.