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George Weasley x fem oc.
status • ongoing.
started • November 6 , 2024.
finished • January 3, 2025.
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Great Hall Hogwarts School Of WitchCraft and Wizardry - Scottish Highlands, Scotland ( November, 1995. )
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𝓣he air in the stadium crackled with tension and excitement as the Gryffindor and Slytherin teams took their positions on the Quidditch pitch. The stands were packed, scarlet-and-gold banners waving wildly on one side, and green-and-silver flags dominating the other. The rivalry between the houses was legendary, and the energy was electric.
Olympia sat in the middle of her group, a mix of house alliances but united by friendship. Seraphina, to her left, clutched her purse as she leaned forward, already deep in the action. Judeth, wrapped in a green-and-silver scarf, but wearing a red and yellow cardigan, was torn between cheering for her boyfriend Gideon and her house. She claimed "I'm rooting for both." Elvira lounged beside her, cool as ever in a leather jacket that matched her edgy demeanor, while Marianna practically bounced in her seat, her curls flying as she waved a small Gryffindor flag.
As the players assembled in the center of the pitch, Madam Hooch strode forward with her usual no-nonsense expression. She gestured for the captains to come forward.
"Captains, shake hands," she ordered, her sharp voice cutting through the noise of the crowd.
Oliver Wood stepped up, his jaw tight but his demeanor calm as he reached for Montague's outstretched hand. It was obvious that Montague, the Slytherin captain, was trying to crush Oliver's fingers, but Oliver didn't so much as flinch. He gave a curt nod and stepped back, mounting his broom with practiced ease.
