༊*·˚࿐࿔ ( 𝐠.𝐰. ) *·˚ ༘ ੈ‧₊ ༊*·
*·˚ ༘ ੈ✩‧₊ '*·˚ ༘ ੈ✩‧₊ ༊*·˚࿐࿔
George Weasley x fem oc.
status • ongoing.
started • November 6 , 2024.
finished • January 3, 2025.
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⁺⤾·˚.⃗. [ʙᴏᴛᴛʟᴇᴅ ᴜᴘ] 𑁍ࠜೄ ˊˎ ﹋﹋﹋﹋﹋﹋﹋﹋﹋
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The Burrow Village of Ottery St Catchpole - Devon, England ( July, 1995. )
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𝑻he silver moonlight filtered through the dense canopy of ancient trees, casting intricate patterns of light and shadow across the forest floor. The air was cool and crisp, carrying the faint, earthy aroma of damp moss and pine. Overhead, the stars glimmered in an endless expanse of midnight blue, their brilliance undimmed by the forest's leafy veil. Somewhere in the distance, a lone owl hooted, its call echoing softly against the gentle murmur of the nearby creek.
The group had gathered by the water's edge, their small patch of velvety grass bathed in the moon's ethereal glow. The creek's ripples glittered like shards of liquid silver, flowing lazily under the starlit sky. Every so often, a leaf would detach from the trees above and drift lazily to the ground, adding a quiet rhythm to the symphony of nature surrounding them.
Fred Weasley, the perennial showman, leaned forward with a mischievous grin. He held up a bottle of Firewhisky, its amber liquid catching the faint light, and uncorked it with an exaggerated flourish. The sharp pop echoed across the clearing, startling a few resting birds into flight. "Ladies and gentlemen," he announced, his voice as theatrical as ever, "I present to you: the nectar of champions."
