✓|¹𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐋𝐋 ━ George Weasley

━ 𝟘𝟛𝟝. 𝐻𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑑 𝐵𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑

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Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
— Scottish Highlands
( June 30th, 1995. )

          𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌 𝐀𝐓 𝐇𝐎𝐆𝐒𝐌𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 was unusually subdued. Normally, the air was filled with excited chatter and laughter as students prepared to head home for the summer, but now it was heavy with the weight of recent events. The Hogwarts Express stood waiting, its bright red paint gleaming under the overcast sky, but even the train's usual cheerful whistle seemed quieter.

Fred and George stood near the train's entrance, helping a group of first years hoist their trunks into the luggage compartment. They worked in silence, their usual teasing and playful banter absent. George gave a small smile to a nervous-looking first-year who was struggling with their owl cage, murmuring a quiet reassurance before turning back to the task at hand. Fred was unusually focused, his jaw tight as he heaved a particularly heavy trunk into place.

Cassie, standing nearby with Olympia, Seraphina, and Judeth, watched the twins with a frown. "I've never seen them so... quiet," she said softly, brushing a strand of hair out of her face. "It's eerie."

"They're just like the rest of us," Judeth murmured, her voice low and hoarse from days of crying. "No one's really been the same since..."

She trailed off, but everyone knew what she meant.

Since Cedric.

Since that night.

Olympia stood motionless, her arms wrapped tightly around herself. Her gaze was distant, her mind replaying the haunting events over and over again. She'd barely slept since the tournament's end, and the dark circles under her eyes betrayed her exhaustion.

George glanced over at her briefly, his expression softening, but he didn't say anything. He turned back to the luggage, his hands moving with quiet efficiency.