An Interesting Turn in Time ◇Hogwarts Legacy × Reader× Golden Trio◇

Plans for Potter (Part 1)

The five hogwarts students didn't end up going to bed that night, instead opting to sit outside under the stars with the dwindling bottle of amber liquid as the Slytherins told story after story.

The Fire Whiskey burned their smiling lips with each sip, and before they knew it dawn had arrived. Granted, none of them even noticed the arrival of the sun until a sharp sound startled them out of their booze induced laughter.

Mrs. Weasley stood there, hands sternly on her hips as she stared down her son and surrogate children. Ominis sat crisscross, Rosalie and Sebastian using either leg as a pillow. Rosalies calfs were draped across Ron's lap, and Hermione had decided to use Rosalies outstretched legs as a pillow. (At which point she had drunkenly hiccuped, "You're soft.")

Mrs. Weasley wanted to be mad at their behavior, but she just couldn't. She knew what these kids would be facing soon, and in Rosalies case what she had already faced... but she also knew she had to be an adult.

She took a deep breath, "Alright. Hagrid will be here soon, and the others will be waking up. Rosalie, are you sober enough to undo what the fire whiskey has done?"

Rosalie sat up, swaying a bit, "Yes ma'am."

Mrs. Weasley raised an eyebrow, "Hide that decanter and get it refilled before Mr. Weasley notices what you little shits did, okay?"

There was a chorus of, 'Okay' and 'yes ma'am' before she walked back inside mumbling under her breath.

The group sat up, stretching. Hermione turned to Rosalie, "Are you actually okay to do this?"

Rosalie nodded, "Yeah, yeah totally," she stood and stretched, "If I'm not Rackham would take over really quick."

The group watched as she leaned her back against the nearest tree, pointing  her want to her stomach and grimacing. She began to pull out a green glowing mass, wincing in pain.

Her breath grew heavy, and she whimpered uncomfortably. Sebastian leaned over to Ominis, and not so quietly whispered, "That is so hot."

Ominis smacked Sebastian's chest, "That's hardly appropriate. Even if you are correct."

"For Godric's sake," Ron groaned from beside them, "Would one of you just shag her already and relieve this tension?"

Hermione gasped, "Ronald Weasley! Don't say things like that!"

Eyes turned back to Rosalie who had finished, her eyes cleared up considerably. She held the green glowing mass at the tip of her wand, "Ominis, do you want this? It's not like I need to absorb it anymore."

Ominis stumbled to stand, sebastian steadying him when he almost fell back to the ground, walked over to Rosalie. He wrapped his hand around hers and guided the wand towards his nose and inhaled deeply.
Rosalie watched as their bodies were mere centimeters away, her lips parted slightly.

"See! Tension!" Ron exclaimed before both Hermione and Sebastian smacked him on the back of the head.

Ominis came too and swayed a bit, Rosalie catching him, "Woah there. Lay down, I'll sober you up next."

"What? She didn't even hear me," Ron mumbled, rubbing his head.

"Oh, she did," Rosalie glared at him as she sat next to Ominis, "And she is going to turn you into a Ferret if you don't shut that pretty little ginger mouth of yours."

Ron squeaked and began to turn red, watching as Rosalie began to remove the ailment from Ominis.

Hermione laughed, "Are you turning red because you are afraid of her or because she said you had a pretty mouth?"