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Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry — Scottish Highlands( May 14th, 1995

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Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
— Scottish Highlands
( May 14th, 1995. )

                   𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐎𝐌𝐘 𝐓𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑 was quiet, save for the rustling of parchment and the occasional murmur of the wind. Olympia was cross-legged on the cool stone floor, her notes and star charts scattered in a carefully organized mess. George sat beside her, far less focused on celestial alignments and much more intent on the way the moonlight danced in her hair.

"You're staring again," Olympia said, her eyes still fixed on her parchment as she scribbled a few notes. "You do realize that stargazing is supposed to involve actual stars, right?"

George smirked and leaned closer, his hand casually brushing against hers as he reached for her quill. "I'm looking at the brightest one here, so I think I'm doing it right."

She huffed a laugh and shook her head. "That's not going to get you out of failing this test, Weasley."

"Who said I'm worried about the test?" His fingers grazed the back of her hand again, this time lingering. "I've got my priorities sorted."

Olympia finally turned to face him, an unimpressed eyebrow arching. "Oh, you've got priorities now? That's new."

He grinned, his free hand moving to tuck a stray strand of hair behind her ear, his touch lingering at her jawline. "I'm a man of many talents. Prioritizing you just happens to be at the top of the list."

She rolled her eyes, though a smile tugged at her lips. "You're impossible."

"And yet, here I am," George said, his voice dropping into a lower, playful tone. "Lucky you."

Olympia turned back to her notes, though she was acutely aware of how close he was. "If you're not going to study, at least try not to distract me."

"Distract you? I'd never," he said innocently, leaning in until his lips brushed against her temple. "Though if we're being honest, I'd rather be studying something else right now."

✓|¹𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐋𝐋 ━ George Weasley Where stories live. Discover now