[George Weasley × OC]
❝𝗦𝗢𝗣𝗛𝗜𝗔 𝗔𝗡𝗗 𝗚𝗘𝗢𝗥𝗚𝗘 𝗦𝗜𝗧𝗧𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗢𝗡 𝗔 𝗧𝗥𝗘𝗘! 𝗞-𝗜-𝗦-𝗦-𝗜-𝗡-𝗚!❞
Sophia Dawson was a mess; you could tell from miles away.
Between problems at home and arguments between, follow Sophia through her last...
The rocking carriages passed through the gates, its statues of winged boars staring menacingly back through the heavy rainstorm. With her head resting on Angelina's shoulder, Sophia watched Hogwarts coming nearer, ever so blurred behind the rain droplets that drizzled down the glass. Lightning flashed across the sky as their carriage came to a halt before the great oak front doors, which stood at the top of a flight of stone steps.
People who had occupied the carriages in front were already hurrying up the stone steps into the castle. Sophia, Angelina, Lee and the Weasley twins climbed down their own carriages, and dashed up the steps too, looking up only when they were safely inside the cavernous, torch-lit entrance hall, with its magnificent marble staircase.
The Great Hall looked its usual splendid self, decorated for the start-of-term feast. Golden plates and goblets gleamed by the light of hundreds and hundreds of candles, floating over the tables in midair. The four long House tables were packed with chattering students; at the top of the Hall, the staff sat along one side of a fifth table, facing their pupils. It was much warmer in here.
The ceiling looked unusual; it was enchanted to look like the sky outside but looked stormy. Black and purple clouds were swirling across it, and as another thunderclap sounded outside, a fork of lightning flashed across it.
Sophia and her friends walked past the Slytherins, the Ravenclaws, and the Hufflepuffs, and sat down with the rest of the Gryffindors at the far side of the Hall, next to Nearly Headless Nick, the Gryffindor ghost. Pearly white and semi-transparent, Nick was dressed tonight in his usual doublet, but with a particularly large ruff, which served the dual purpose of looking extra-festive, and ensuring that his head did not wobble too much on his partially severed neck.
Sophia sent Austin a small smile, to which her younger brother returned a nod back. Austin had grown up over the summer, it was not hard to tell. Now reaching his sister's height, he let his chestnut brown hair had overgrown, his brown shimmering eyes flashed curiously like his sister's.
The Sorting of the new students into Houses took place at the start of every school year, which Sophia had experienced so many times before, yet she never got bored of them. It was always both funny and fascinating to watch all the small first years enter the hall for the first time, a nervous and frightened looks splattered across each other's faces.
