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𝐬𝐢𝐱𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫 came along faster than lyra had expected. it was officially her sixth year attending hogwarts and that was absolutely astounding. she once again boarded the hogwarts express on september first of 1994. she was greeted in the same compartment by roger davies and thea reaves. she jumped into thea's arms upon seeing her.
"see, you would think that i would get the first hug seeing as--"
"shut it, davies," lyra interrupted, putting a finger over his mouth to shush him. she then proceeded to hug her very best friend as hard as she possibly could. "merlin, for being the ravenclaw quidditch captain, you sure are lanky!"
"oh whatever. you're just saying that cause you know i filled out over the summer ," he scoffed. lyra laughed and took her seat while roger placed her suitcase above her head.
"thank you, sir."
"well would you look at the time!" thea exclaimed. "it's time for the annual 7-hour nap! night night lyra, we'll talk to you when you wake up!"
"actually, guys i think that i'm gonna go search for the trolley. i'm quite hungry to say the least," she told them, getting out of her seat. "you know i can't sleep on an empty stomach."
although it was a lie, the two friends didn't seem to take notice. lyra set out to find the trolley filled with sweets , which didn't seem to take her long. but the trolley witch wasn't the only person that stood with the candies.
"'afternoon, boys," she chirped to the two redheads. she had finally figured out how to tell them apart. george had a mole on the side of his neck and his voice was a tad bit deeper. she could always tell them apart from a distance, though, because fred was always the one who noticed her from across the room and glared at her.
"ah if it isn't the arch nemesis," george chuckled, pulling her in for a quick side hug.
"and double trouble if i ever did see it," she smirked.
"y'know, pevensie, it's always funny how you talk to us as though we're friends. quite hilarious actually," fred said irritably.
"george, is he always this grouchy? i think he needs a nap."
"maybe he needs to be burped--"
"cut it out, you lot, you're just gonna irritate the kid," roger said from behind the two.
"what are you doing here, davies?" george asked, knitting his eyebrows together.
"just picking up lyra before she starts a war that i truly do not intend to be part of," he smiled, picking lyra up and throwing her over his shoulder.
"stop it, i was having a conversation with my dear old friends, you fun sucker!" she exclaimed, hitting on his back repeatedly.
"accio dear old friend!" fred chanted. he feigned shock. "george, would you look at that! pevensie is still over there! i wonder what that could mean!"
