𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐋𝐋 ━ George Weasley

━ 𝟘𝟙𝟚. 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝐷𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑢𝑖𝑠ℎ𝑒𝑑 𝐺𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑠

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

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓 𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐁𝐔𝐙𝐙𝐄𝐃 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐈𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍, the air crackling with excitement as students eagerly turned to the enchanted doors, waiting for the arrival of the Beauxbatons and Durmstrang delegations. The long wooden tables filled with whispers, laughter, and a few nervous glances, everyone aware that tonight's feast would be unlike any other.

First, the soft echo of high-heeled shoes could be heard tapping against the stone floor, and the doors opened, revealing the Beauxbatons students. They glided in with an elegance that left the entire hall speechless. Their uniforms were impeccable: flowing blue satin robes embroidered with gold, designed to catch the light with every graceful step they took. The Beauxbaton girls walked with an almost ethereal quality, heads held high, faces serene and poised, as if they were part of the hall's very architecture.

Fred and George Weasley, sitting at the Gryffindor table, were instantly riveted. The twins exchanged wide-eyed glances, both equally entranced, though Fred seemed to be looking a little harder. His eyes were fixed on one girl in particular: a stunning figure with long, honey-blonde wavy hair that cascaded down her back, and large, brown doe eyes that sparkled like melted chocolate. She was graceful, walking as if the floor itself bowed to her presence.

Fred leaned toward George, his voice low but filled with conviction. "That's my future wife, right there," he said with a grin that could rival a Cheshire cat's.

George snorted in disbelief, shaking his head. "You've got to be kidding me, Fred. You barely know her." But even he couldn't suppress a hint of amusement in his voice, watching his twin's head follow the girl's every movement.