| Under Your Spell ━ George Weasley

━ 𝟘𝟞𝟛. 𝐴 𝐶𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑇𝑜 𝐴𝑟𝑚𝑠

Great Hall
Hogwarts School Of WitchCraft and Wizardry
- Scottish Highlands, Scotland
( October, 1995. )

                 𝓗ogwarts had always been a place of wonder, filled with the hum of life, laughter, and the occasional mischief. The castle, with its enchanted ceilings and ever-shifting staircases, had been a sanctuary where students felt free to be themselves, to grow, and to find joy even in the midst of academic rigor. But as the weeks dragged on under the oppressive rule of Dolores Umbridge, the castle began to feel like a prison. The warmth and vibrancy of the school were replaced by an uneasy quiet, a tension that seemed to seep into the very walls.

Gone were the days of spontaneous laughter echoing through the halls. The chatter of students had been replaced with whispered conversations, guarded and careful, lest they draw the attention of Umbridge or one of her sycophantic supporters. Her presence was inescapable, a shadow that loomed over every aspect of daily life. The once welcoming Great Hall now felt cold under her watchful gaze as she sat at the head table, her clipboard always within reach, her smile a thin veneer over the malice underneath.

Everywhere the students went, there were new rules—Educational Decrees nailed to the walls, each one more absurd and restrictive than the last. The corridors were lined with posters bearing her signature in large, bold letters, and Filch seemed to take particular pleasure in hammering up each new decree with extra force, as if the sound alone would scare the students into submission.