𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐋𝐋 ━ George Weasley

━ 𝟘𝟘𝟡. 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑅𝑒𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑛 𝑜𝑓 𝑀𝑖𝑠𝑠 𝑆𝑡𝑢𝑑𝑖𝑜𝑢𝑠

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╰┈➤ ❝ [𝐶𝐻𝐴𝑃𝑇𝐸𝑅 𝑁𝐼𝑁𝐸] ❞ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ-
⁺⤾·˚.⃗. [ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇᴛᴜʀɴ ᴏғ ᴍɪss sᴛᴜᴅɪᴏᴜs ] 𑁍ࠜೄ ･ﾟˊˎ
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Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
- Scottish Highlands
( September 2nd, 1994. )

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐖 𝐅𝐄𝐋𝐓 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐀 𝐇𝐀𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐑 𝐏𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐓 𝐎𝐋𝐘𝐌𝐏𝐈𝐀'𝐒 𝐒𝐊𝐔𝐋𝐋, she blinked awake, squinting against the brightness. Her head throbbed, every pulse reverberating through her temples with painful intensity. She had never experienced a hangover before, and the combination of nausea and pain was both foreign and overwhelming.

She groaned, pressing her fingers against her temples. "What... what happened last night?" she muttered to herself, trying to piece together foggy fragments of memory.

As she lay there, staring up at the ceiling and struggling to remember, the door creaked open. In walked Elvira, looking somewhat disheveled but undeniably pleased with herself. Her makeup was smudged, and her black eyeliner traced faint streaks under her eyes, but the wicked smirk on her face hinted at a night well spent.

"Morning, sunshine," Elvira greeted with a laugh, seeing Olympia's obvious discomfort.

Olympia pushed herself up with effort, wincing. "Where were you?" she asked, her voice rough. Her friend's appearance only increased her curiosity about the events of the previous night.

Elvira flopped down on the edge of her bed, stretching leisurely before replying. "Slytherin boys' dormitories," she said with a smug smile.

Olympia's eyebrows shot up. "You what?"

Elvira's smirk widened. "Fredrick Pickett," she said, practically purring his name. "The Slytherin boys have quite the setup, I'll tell you that much."

Olympia rolled her eyes, trying to hide her amusement. "Of course you'd be with the Slytherins," she muttered. Just then, Seraphina stirred in her bed, rubbing her eyes and yawning as she sat up.