𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐋𝐋 ━ George Weasley

━ 𝟘𝟘𝟟. 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑇𝑟𝑖𝑤𝑖𝑧𝑎𝑟𝑑 𝑇𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑛𝑒𝑦

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╰┈➤ ❝ [𝐶𝐻𝐴𝑃𝑇𝐸𝑅 𝑆𝐸𝑉𝐸𝑁] ❞ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ-
⁺⤾·˚.⃗. [ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʀɪᴡɪᴢᴀʀᴅ ᴛᴏᴜʀɴᴇʏ ] 𑁍ࠜೄ ･ﾟˊˎ
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The Great Hall
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
- Scottish Highlands
( September 1st, 1994. )

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐆𝐄 𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐋𝐘, The carriages rolled through the towering iron gates flanked by statues of winged boars, groaning as they swayed dangerously in the rising gale. Olympia pressed herself against the carriage window, squinting through sheets of rain to catch her first glimpse of Hogwarts. The castle's towering silhouette emerged gradually through the downpour, its many windows aglow, shimmering behind the thick, turbulent curtain of rain. Another fork of lightning split the sky as their carriage came to a halt before the great oak doors.

Around them, students scrambled from their carriages, hurrying up the stone steps. Olympia, Cassie, Judeth, Fred, and George jumped down, shielding their heads against the driving rain as they raced up the steps and into the warm refuge of the castle's torch-lit Entrance Hall. Here, the marble staircase gleamed, and the buzz of laughter and conversation rose to meet them, echoing against the high ceilings.

Inside, the warmth of the Entrance Hall welcomed them, with the golden glow from the torches casting dancing shadows across the marble floor. The echoing chatter of students filled the cavernous space, and Olympia found herself swept up in the excitement.

Olympia slipped away to join her house at the Ravenclaw table. Seraphina Zhao gave her a small, warm smile as she took a seat beside her. She greeted Olympia with a small smile, her dark eyes glinting beneath neatly cut bangs. She was already engrossed in a book on advanced charms, but looked up when Olympia sat down. "Back for another year of mystery and mayhem," she murmured softly, closing the book.

Elvira Oakes, seated across from them, immediately launched into tales of her summer in America, talking animatedly about the heat, the strange muggle accents, and the "odd habits" she observed. Elvira's bright, two-toned hair caught the candlelight as she gestured animatedly about her summer trip. "You have no idea, Olympia, the heat in Florida! I thought I'd melt like a cauldron left too close to a fire! And the muggles-oh, they were something else. Half of them I could barely understand with their accents, and they have the oddest customs! They talk so weird down there."