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George Weasley x fem oc.
status • ongoing.
started • November 6 , 2024.
finished • January 3, 2025.
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⁺⤾·˚.⃗.[ᴛᴀsᴛᴇs ʟɪᴋᴇ ʀᴇɢʀᴇᴛ]𑁍ࠜೄ ˊˎ ﹋﹋﹋﹋﹋﹋﹋﹋﹋
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The Burrow Village of Ottery St Catchpole - Devon, England ( July, 1995. )
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𝑻he morning sunlight streamed into the Burrow's kitchen, casting a warm glow over the table where the Weasley family and their guests were gathered for breakfast. Plates of eggs, toast, sausages, and Molly's famous pancakes were piled high, and the smell of freshly brewed tea filled the air. It was a typical cozy Weasley morning—except for the four teens desperately trying to mask their hangovers.
Fred, George, Olympia, and Cassie sat together, slouched slightly in their chairs, their faces pale and their movements sluggish. Fred poked at his eggs with a fork like they were an unsolvable mystery, while George cradled his cup of coffee like it was his lifeline. Olympia had propped her chin on her hand, staring at her plate with a glazed-over expression, and Cassie was nursing a glass of water as though it contained the answer to all her problems.
Across the table, Percy sipped his tea, his sharp gaze flicking from his brothers to the Harrington sisters. His lips twitched upward slightly, the barest hint of a smirk forming as realization dawned. He didn't say anything, but he recognized the signs immediately: bloodshot eyes, too-pale faces, and that peculiar way they avoided sudden movements. It was the same look he and Atlas used to sport after their late-night drinking escapades during their teenage years.
