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George Weasley x fem oc.
status • ongoing.
started • November 6 , 2024.
finished • January 3, 2025.
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Great Hall Hogwarts School Of WitchCraft and Wizardry - Scottish Highlands, Scotland ( October, 1995. )
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𝓣he Hog's Head was dimly lit and smelled faintly of damp wood and stale butterbeer, the kind of place that seemed to soak in secrets and never let them go. Olympia sat close to George, their hands intertwined on the rough tabletop. Her thumb absentmindedly traced the faint scars still etched on his skin from Umbridge's detention. The warmth of his touch grounded her as she scanned the small, shabby room, noting the faces of those who had gathered.
The chatter was low but restless, an undercurrent of nerves and anticipation that matched the unease in Olympia's chest. They'd been there for about ten minutes when the creak of the door announced Hermione, Ron, and Harry's arrival. The room fell silent, all eyes turning to the trio as they walked purposefully toward the center of the gathering.
Hermione hesitated for a moment, clearly feeling the weight of the group's attention. Then she took a deep breath, smoothing her hands down the front of her jumper as she stepped forward. "Um... hi," she began, her voice a little shaky but growing steadier as she continued. "So, you all know why we're here. We need a teacher. A proper teacher. One who's had real experience defending themselves against the Dark Arts."
From the corner of the room, a boy with sandy blond hair and a skeptical expression crossed his arms. "Why?" he asked, his tone challenging.
Ron turned on him instantly, his face flushing red with anger. "Because you-know-who's back, you tosspot!" he snapped, his voice echoing in the cramped room.
