𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐋𝐋 ━ George Weasley

━ 𝟘𝟘𝟞. 𝐶𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑆𝑖𝑥, 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝐿𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝐶𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡

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The Burrow
Village of Ottery St Catchpole
- Devon, England
( September 1st, 1994. )

𝐈𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐄𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑 1𝐒𝐓, early enough that the sky still held a gentle haze. They'd need to leave by eight to reach King's Cross Station well before the Hogwarts Express would depart at eleven sharp.

Bill, Charlie, and Achilles had decided to come along to see everyone off, adding to the sense of excitement and anticipation. Percy, however, with a sigh and an apologetic smile, explained that he couldn't join them this time. "I just can't justify taking more time off right now," he said earnestly. "Mr. Crouch is really starting to rely on me."

George gave him a thoughtful look. "You know what, Percy?" he said with mock seriousness. "I reckon he'll know your name soon enough."

Mrs. Weasley, determined to make the trip smooth, had braved the village post office's telephone to arrange for three ordinary Muggle taxis to take them to London. "Arthur tried to borrow Ministry cars for us," she explained as they gathered in the rain-soaked yard, watching the taxi drivers struggle with the weight of six heavy Hogwarts trunks. "But there weren't any to spare... Oh dear, they don't look too happy, do they?"

Meanwhile, Pigwidgeon was in a frenzy, hooting loud enough to wake the neighborhood, his wings fluttering in a chaotic blur. Just as everyone was finally settling in, one of Fred's trunks snapped open, spilling out a burst of Filibuster's Fabulous No-Heat, Wet-Start Fireworks, which exploded in vibrant colors across the wet pavement. The driver handling the trunk let out a startled shout, not helped by Crookshanks, who had seized the opportunity to climb the poor man's leg, his claws digging in as he scrambled upward. Amidst the rain, noise, and laughter, the trip was off to a lively, unforgettable start.