𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐋𝐋 ━ George Weasley

━ 𝟘𝟘𝟠. 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝐴𝑛𝑛𝑢𝑎𝑙 𝐵𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑘 𝐿𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝐵𝑎𝑠ℎ

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╰┈➤ ❝ [𝐶𝐻𝐴𝑃𝑇𝐸𝑅 𝐸𝐼𝐺𝐻𝑇] ❞ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ-
⁺⤾·˚.⃗. [ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀɴɴᴜᴀʟ ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ ʟᴀᴋᴇ ʙᴀsʜ ] 𑁍ࠜೄ ･ﾟˊˎ
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The Black Lake
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
- Scottish Highlands
( September 1st, 1994. )

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐌 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐅𝐔𝐋𝐋 𝐎𝐅 𝐋𝐀𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐄𝐑, the soft rustle of clothes as the three girls hurried to finish getting ready. Elvira stood in front of the mirror, brushing thick layers of dark eyeliner across her eyes, the sharp strokes cutting through the dim light.

"You're going to look amazing," Elvira said, glancing over at Olympia who was standing uncertainly by the counter, adjusting the tight blue denim dress she had borrowed. It was far more revealing than anything she would normally wear, but something about the night's energy made her want to push her boundaries.

Olympia shifted uncomfortably, tugging at the hem of the dress. "Are you sure this is alright? I don't know... It feels a little much for me." Olympia adjusted the hem of the tight, short blue denim dress she had borrowed from Elvira. It hugged her curves in a way she wasn't used to, and she felt her stomach twist. She'd never been one to wear such form-fitting clothes, but tonight, something about it felt different.

Seraphine, finishing her subtle makeup with a light dusting of powder, smiled warmly at Olympia. She was dressed in a fitted black mini skirt and a Ravenclaw tee, her tights perfectly smooth and her hair arranged in soft waves. "It's perfect, Olympia. Trust us, you look amazing," she said, her voice calm and reassuring.

Olympia smiled, grateful for Seraphina's quiet reassurance. Seraphina's style was always more reserved, put together, and elegant. Her raven-black hair was pulled back in a neat, sleek ponytail, and she looked every bit the refined witch she was. Elvira, on the other hand, was a chaotic whirlwind of dark colors and rebellious energy, and Olympia often admired how effortlessly she exuded confidence.