𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐋𝐋 ━ George Weasley

━ 𝟘𝟙𝟡. 𝐻𝑜𝑔𝑠𝑚𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒'𝑠 𝐹𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑡

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╰┈➤ ❝ [𝑁𝐼𝑁𝐸𝑇𝐸𝐸𝑁] ❞ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ-
⁺⤾·˚.⃗.  [ʜᴏɢsᴍᴇᴀᴅ's ғɪɴᴇsᴛ] 𑁍ࠜೄ ･ﾟˊˎ
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Hogsmeade
— Scottish Highlands
( November 30th, 1994. )

                          𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐘 𝐓𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐓𝐎𝐍 𝐒𝐈𝐁𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 sauntered down the path toward Hogsmeade, their boots crunching against the fresh powder. The air was crisp, their breaths puffing like tiny clouds as they laughed and joked on their way to the village. The world around them shimmered under a blanket of white, the trees frosted as though dipped in sugar.

Olympia walked slightly ahead, her light blue sweater catching the sunlight and making her hair glisten like spun gold.

George found himself glancing at her more often than he meant to. The soft hue of the sweater complemented her icy blue eyes, and it was hard not to notice how striking she looked against the wintery backdrop.

Cassie walked beside her, dressed in a matching ensemble, her red sweater as vibrant as her smile. She tugged at the thermal leggings under her plaid skirt, complaining half-heartedly about the cold but grinning all the same.

Atlas, walking with a more casual air, had on a Gryffindor hoodie, its deep red and gold emblem standing out boldly against his dark jeans. His hands were stuffed in his pockets, and he kept teasing Cassie, which earned him a few playful nudges from her.

Fred and George brought up the rear, nearly identical in their red sweaters, matching scarves, and jeans. Their voices carried above the group, the two joking about how they could pull off matching outfits better than any other pair of siblings. Fred nudged George at one point and gave him a knowing smirk.

"You're awfully quiet," Fred said low enough for only George to hear. "Admiring the view, are you?"

George shot him a warning glance, but his twin's teasing only widened his grin.