George and you, quidditch, love, and the beginning of another year at Hogwarts. I wonder how it'll go...
⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ All characters belong to J.K. Rowling except for y/n
I am not following the plot of any of the books. I wrote this storyline myself.
Jus...
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✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*𝒜 𝒮𝒽𝑜𝓇𝓉 𝐵𝓊𝓉 𝐸𝓋𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒻𝓊𝓁 𝒲𝒶𝓁𝓀*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧
𝕺𝖈𝖙𝖔𝖇𝖊𝖗 𝟏𝟔𝖙𝖍,𝟏𝟗𝟗𝟏
⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ So does anyone actually question having a giant lake full of dangerous creatures right next to a school full of magically curious students? No, apparently not.
I mean, you were taking 'care of magical creatures', but nothing holds a candle to what's in the Black Lake. There're merpeople, grindylows, and supposedly a giant squid who likes toast. I mean, you liked toast too, but you weren't so sure about that last bit. It was funny to picture a squid eating toast anyways. They don't have teeth!
You started giggling as you strolled along, lost in your thoughts. Suddenly, a shoulder slammed into yours and you lost balance. You opened your eyes as a twinge of pain shot through your bones. That was a rough landing even for a person who fell a lot. The stone corridors were never forgiving on that part.
"I'm sorry," you muttered as you looked up to see a familiar face.
"Sorry- y/n?" the person asked in return.
"Hey! I haven't seen you since DADA yesterday! Why weren't you at quidditch this morning?" you asked.
"I wasn't feeling well, I thought some fresh air would be good after breakfast," George said with a small smile.
"That doesn't sound half-bad. Why not?" you delightedly hooked your arm through his. He looked a bit taken aback before returning to his slouched, sickly form.
"Are you skipping classes today then?" you questioned, worry clearly displayed on your face.
"I might for the morning, I'll get some air and then sleep in. I can't afford to skip potions sadly." George feigned an over-dramatic look. You giggled a bit at him.
⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ It was nice outside, a crisp October breeze. You had on a light coat since your class wouldn't start for another two hours. George however, was bundled up. A scarf, a hat, and a thick jacket wrapped around him.
"Are you cold?" you asked as you assessed his outfit.
"What?"
"What's on your mind?" you asked when you noticed he had been snapped out of his thoughts by your question.
"I was just thinking..."
"Uh-huh. What are you thinking about?" you deadpanned.
