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12 Grimmauld PlaceLondon Borough of Islington- London, England( September, 1995

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12 Grimmauld Place
London Borough of Islington
- London, England
( September, 1995. )

                              𝑻he morning hustle at Grimmauld Place had reached its peak, the usual chaos amplified by the excitement of returning to Hogwarts

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                              𝑻he morning hustle at Grimmauld Place had reached its peak, the usual chaos amplified by the excitement of returning to Hogwarts. Trunks thudded down the stairs, followed by the occasional muffled thump as someone misjudged a corner. Molly's voice rang through the hallways, sharp yet warm, as she tried to impose some semblance of order. Crookshanks darted through the chaos with the regal air of a creature entirely unaffected, weaving between legs with his bottlebrush tail held high.

"George, stop levitating your trunk into the doorframe!" Molly snapped as she passed by, her apron fluttering behind her. "And Fred, if you don't help your brother, I'll—"

"Relax, Mum!" Fred called back, perched casually on the bottom step with a grin that practically radiated mischief. He caught the floating trunk with ease, steadying it with a lazy flick of his wand. "We're just refining our technique. You wouldn't want us leaving for Hogwarts rusty, would you?"

Molly paused mid-stride, narrowing her eyes. "Rusty? With the number of experiments you've been running in that room of yours? It's a wonder you haven't blown a hole in the wall!"

Fred opened his mouth to retort, but Molly turned on her heel before he could, her attention snapping to the next item on her mental checklist. She bustled toward the kitchen, her voice echoing behind her. "Olympia, dear, have you got your cloak? It's cool on the platform this morning."

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