✓|¹𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐋𝐋 ━ George Weasley

━ 𝟘𝟛𝟛. 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝐺𝑜𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑡'𝑠 𝐹𝑖𝑛𝑎𝑙 𝑇𝑜𝑙𝑙

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╰┈➤ ❝ [𝑇𝐻𝐼𝑅𝑇𝑌-𝑇𝐻𝑅𝐸𝐸] ❞ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ-
⁺⤾·˚.⃗.  [ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴏʙʟᴇᴛ's ғɪɴᴀʟ ᴛᴏʟʟ] 𑁍ࠜೄ ˊˎ
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Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
— Scottish Highlands
( June 24th, 1995. )

                             𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐈𝐑 𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐃𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐂𝐇 𝐏𝐈𝐓𝐂𝐇 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐄, buzzing with anticipation and nervous energy as the crowd packed into the stands, their eyes fixed on the center where the maze loomed ominously. The final task of the Triwizard Tournament was about to begin, and the atmosphere was a mix of excitement and dread.

Olympia sat rigidly between Cassie and George, her hands clasped tightly in her lap. She had barely spoken since they'd taken their seats, her eyes darting nervously between the maze and the professors gathered near the entrance. Her stomach churned with worry for both Cedric and Harry, the weight of the task ahead of them pressing heavily on her chest.

Fred, seated on George's other side, leaned forward, trying to catch her eye. "Oi, Ols," Fred said lightly, nudging George to pass the message. "If you keep looking like that, people are going to think you're the one going into the maze."

"Shut it, Fred," Cassie said sharply, shooting him a glare before turning back to Olympia. "Ignore him. Cedric and Harry will be fine. They've both made it this far, haven't they?"

Olympia nodded mutely, but her lips pressed into a thin line. George placed a comforting hand on her knee, leaning in close. "Cassie's right," he said softly, his voice steady and reassuring. "Cedric's got this. And if I know Harry, he'll find a way to come out of this in one piece, too. He's annoyingly good at that"

Olympia managed a small, shaky smile, grateful for the support. On her other side, Atlas, seated with Judeth, watched her closely. His arms were crossed, his usual confident demeanor replaced by quiet concern. "Cedric's skilled and Harry's a good kid," he said, his voice low but firm. "They'll get through it. They've both trained for this."