Can I request a Garreth Weasley x F!reader with the prompt “can i count your freckles?” Would prefer if the reader was a hufflepuff -🕊️
Lost Count // Garreth Weasley x Reader
Summary: You comfort Garreth when he’s feeling down.
Word Count: 570
Warnings: none just pure fluff and unedited work
Prompt: “Can I count your freckles?”
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You huddled in a booth at the Three Broomsticks, a thick layer of Christmas eve snow covering everything outside. Garreth’s head rested on your lap, his feet stretching over the booth end. He had his eyes closed, he was feeling especially homesick. He hadn’t been able to go home for Christmas break, you and his aunt did your best to keep his mind away from it. You stoked his hair, letting your fingers untangle it. His face looked so peaceful, his features twitching lightly.
You rested your head back, letting your eyes close. You took in the peace and quiet, letting sleep wash over you.
“The two of you best be getting home,” you awoke, Sirona was wiping your table down and removing empty mugs., “I’m closing early for the holiday,” she walked away, leaving you to wake.
“Garreth,” you gently shook him awake, “Garreth it’s time to head back.”
He sat up, rubbing his eyes, his hair sticking up in different directions. He looked to you kindly, offering his hand as he slid out of the booth.
The walk back was unusually silent, his steps swaying with melancholy. You’d never seen Garreth like this, not cracking jokes or causing chaos. One hand in yours and the other in his pocket, you nudged him with your arm.
“Gar?” you were worried about him, “tell me what's wrong?” You stopped walking, pulling him to stand opposite of you. He shook his head, trying to walk away. You didn’t let him, holding his hands tight.
Garreth, please tell me what’s wrong?”
“I just really miss my mom, and I know that's so stupid and you probably think I’m a total mommas boy but-”
“Gar, it’s okay,” you shushed him, his rambling coming to a short stop, “your mom is amazing, I miss her too, and I’ve only met her once,” you caressed his cheek. He hugged you close, providing warmth against the cold night air.
It was still early when you returned to the castle, few kids bustled around the hallways. You led Garreth to the dining hall, then up the stairs to the old Arithamncy classroom. It was old and dusty, creepy if you really thought about it.
“Why’d you bring me here?” Garreth was confused by your choice of hangout.
“So we can be alone,” you sat in the corner, your back in the corner, “lay here,” you insisted. Garreth did so, laying his head on your lap.
“I wish we were in the same house, then we would have a couch,” Garreth smiled up at you.
“Yeah, and a fireplace,” you added to his remarks. The classroom was surprisingly cold, even with your winter robes on. You stared down at Garreth, his eyes looking around at everything. His skin was freckled, hair red, the basic Weasley features.
“How many freckles do you reckon you have?” your eyes darted around his face, trying to gather an estimate, “can I count them?”
Garreth nodded and you began, running your finger over his entire face, his eyes watching your face concentrate.
“So what’s the verdict?” he asked, his hands resting on your leg.
“Um,” you paused, “I uh- I lost count,” in all honesty you had stopped counting, focusing more on relaxing him.
“You’re kidding?” he laughed at you, the first true laugh he’d let out in hours. You shook your head.
“Let me try again,” he nuzzled his head back into your lap playfully, closing his eyes. You began running your finger over his features again, and his breath steadied once again.
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I just have a feeling that Garreth's mother (though we don't know the exact relations) would be so loving and caring!
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A few of my own personal Garreth headcanons that no one asked for 😌❤️🦁
Did I factcheck anything related to Garreth before posting this? Hell no. All these live in my head illegally and rent-free regardless of canon.
He's a middle child! Of a household containing at least four other children, but my personal thought is five to six.
It's easy to get lost in the crowd at his house while growing up. Or at least that's how he felt. His love for potions actually started out as a begrudging last-ditch effort to garner his parents' attention. When the first miscreation worked, he ran with it. It was hard to ignore a kid who seemed to always create an explosion by dashing whatever he could into a cauldron.
This also bleeds into his school life. At school he struggled to find "individuality" in his fellow students'/teachers' eyes because "Oh look! Another weasley. Same shit, different face".
But the one time he actually (miraculously) made something successful, it was the first time he'd ever felt like he was something. That's when he really began actively trying to be good at it.
He's actually colorblind. It's hard for him to discern if his mixtures have turned into the appropriate colors or not, which is the leading cause of over 80% of brew failures and subsequential explosions.
But he doesn't tell anyone because he already gets enough kids making fun of him for his red hair, freckles, and hand-me-downs. He doesn't need another reason for them to whisper and giggle.
He writes all of his trials, errors, and experimentation ideas inside of a leatherbound notebook that his Aunt Matilda gave to him on Christmas one year
During his free periods he's always outside in the woods, gathering ingredients. Or reading potion books.
He loves Herbology (because it goes hand in hand with potion-making, after all), but Herbology does not love him. The boy can't keep a plant alive to save his life- hence the gathering.
Doesn't bend pages and sees no point in purchasing bookmarks. Marks all his places in books with whatever wildflower or pretty leaf is growing bearby. Forgets to take them out after he's done, too. If you happen to borrow a book from him and flip through the pages they'll fall out like confetti.
A master of the sneak. He'd actually be in detention far more than Sebastian of he wasn't. Owes everything he knows in that regard to his oldest brother (he taught him how to get the cookies off the top of the fridge without so much as creaking a floorboard- and he even has to walk past his parents' bedroom to get there)
He's a morning person. First to rise, and he's up before even the sun is. But he's awful at staying up late. He always tries his best but the poor thing is yawning and dozing off in the Common Room by seven.
Heavy sleeper. Have to be, in such a noisy house.
He doesn't snore, but he does hog all the blankets. Poor baby gets cold easy.
And if he's sleeping next to someone he's the biggest cuddle monster to ever live. Beware!!!! Not nessassarily intentionally, but it always ends up with him hugging you like an octopus all the same.
Left handed
A flirt. Hella flirt. He isn't overtly loud about it like Sebastian is, but that doesn't mean he isn't always doing it. He's cheesy af. Aaaallllll the terrible pickup lines and will not hesitate to make himself look silly in front of others just to make you laugh or put a smile on your face
That's all for now but I'll add more whenever they pop into my head 😌
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