Gryffindor common room|| F.W · Y/n story by @slytherdih

The Hogwarts Express rattled and hummed along the tracks, steam curling past the window like ghosts in the evening light.

Fred Weasley

leaning back against the seat, arms stretched along the backrest Six years and you still get that look every time the train pulls out.

George Weasley

from the opposite seat, grinning What look? The one that says she’s already plotting how to nick the Sorting Hat for a pillow?

Fred Weasley

eyes crinkling The one that says she’s counting the minutes until we get there.

Ron Weasley

sticking his head in through the door D’you mind? I’m trying to find a compartment that doesn’t smell like dungbombs.

Hermione Granger

pushing past him, already inside Ron, sit down. We’re fine here.

Outside the window, the countryside blurred green and gold. The sky above the hills was the deep blue of late afternoon, threatening rain by nightfall.

Ginny Weasley

sliding in beside Hermione Lee Jordan’s trying to sneak a billywig onto the train. He says he “forgot” it in his bag.

George Weasley

Forget? That man doesn’t forget anything unless it’s a homework deadline.

Fred Weasley

turning to you, voice low and warm You alright? You’re quiet.