❝ MERLIN'S GHOST! ❞ ❝ I MEAN, YOU'RE NOT WRONG. ❞ ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ Albany Bronwen was no Chosen One by any means, but being haunted by the ghosts of the greatest sorcerer of all time and a former king had to count for something, right? ❃ in which a lonely slytherin is expecting her sixth year to be, quite frankly, boring... and then she is introduced to the infamous kings of mischief, an energetic inventor of spells, and two ghosts that serve more as personal matchmakers than the grim prophets they claim to be. turns out there's far more to magic than she had ever thought possible. [FULL SUMMARY INSIDE] ➢ george weasley x oc ➢ goblet of fire ➢ word count: 145,627 ➢ harry potter fanfiction (with a small bit of bbc merlin) ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ ❃ 1ST PLACE WINNER of the seeker awards, golden trio era ❃ WARNING for mature language/descriptions of panic attacks/mild sexual references ❃ i am so sorry but as of rn this is discontinued, i may come back to it one day but i've largely moved on from the hp fandom! sincerest apologies <3

"I thought you were stuck on the whole soulmate idea?" He asked him. At first, George was confused, not understanding what he meant or why he couldn't just say it out loud, then his brain processed what he was being told, and he pulled his hand away from his neck. "I don't know," He said, thinking suddenly about the necklace around his neck that he had for as long as he could remember. His soulmate was born in September, meaning it appeared on him then, merely five months after he and Fred were born. Molly and Arthur were surprised, to say the least, only having just gotten used to the idea of their eldest son, Bill, having a soulmate as well, though he was seven years old when his soulmate was born, meaning that it was harder for him to adjust to the nonremovable fleur de lis pendant where for George wearing his was the only thing he knew. "Maybe it's her," Fred said out loud casually. "The chances of that are astronomically unlikely," George said, rolling his eyes. "Plus it says C.M.L.B. and she's Lupin." "But think about it. Is she?" Fred said suddenly, leaning over the table towards him seriously. "It would make everything make sense."