| Under Your Spell ━ George Weasley

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The Leaky Cauldron
Diagon Alley
- London, England
( July, 1995. )

            𝑨tlas stumbled out into the bustling warmth of the Leaky Cauldron, his boots scuffing against the worn floorboards.

The familiar hum of chatter and clinking glasses surrounded him, but it barely registered. His face was pale, his jaw clenched tight as he brushed soot off his coat with sharp, hurried movements.

He glanced around the room, his gaze landing on the table where Olympia, Cassie, Fred, and George sat, laughing quietly over another round of drinks. For a brief moment, Atlas hesitated, his emotions threatening to overwhelm him, but then he forced himself to move forward.

"Atlas," Olympia said, noticing him first. Her smile faded the moment she saw the tension in his face. "What happened?"

The table fell silent, the earlier lighthearted atmosphere replaced with a heavy tension as they waited for Atlas to collect himself.

Atlas leaned back in his chair, his face pale and his hands trembling slightly. Without a word, he gestured toward a passing bartender he knew. "Oi, Diane, Whiskey please," he said, his voice low and rough. "And keep them coming."