you are in your 4th year at hogwarts. with harry, ron and hermione. the year is full of drama, never ending. george and fred are always pranking you, but mainly because they like you. ginny finds it pathetic, shes your best friend.
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@brie7The Hogwarts Express rattled along the tracks, the late September sun casting long shadows across the compartment floor. The smell of pumpkin pasties and Bertie Bott's Every Flavour Beans hung thick in the air.
You were crammed into a compartment with Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Ginny—a tight squeeze, but no one seemed to mind. Harry was pressed against the window, his glasses fogged from the heat of the engine. Ron was sprawled across the seat beside you, his feet nearly in Hermione's lap, earning him a sharp glare.
Harry Potter
We're almost there. I can see the lake.
Ron Weasley
stretching, accidentally knocking his foot into Hermione's thigh Oops. Sorry.
Hermione Granger
huffing, shoving his feet off her Ron, if you do that one more time, I'm hexing you into next week.
Ron Weasley
grinning You wouldn't. Y/n, tell her to lighten up.
Ginny Weasley
rolling her eyes, nudging you with her elbow He's hopeless, isn't he?
Ginny was wedged between you and the door, her red hair tied back in a messy ponytail. She looked at you with a knowing grin, the kind she always wore when she was about to share some gossip.
Ginny Weasley
I bet Fred and George have already planned something for the feast. They've been whispering all week.
Hermione Granger
sighing Please tell me they're not going to turn the Great Hall into a swamp again.
Ron Weasley
That was one time.
Hermione Granger
It was three times, Ron. And McGonagall still hasn't forgiven them.
Harry laughed quietly, his green eyes flicking over the group, lingering on you for a moment longer than necessary. He said nothing, just turned his gaze back to the window.
Ginny Weasley
leaning in closer, lowering her voice Did you hear about the Hufflepuff who got caught sneaking into the Slytherin common room last week?
Hermione Granger
eyes widening No way. What happened?
Ginny Weasley
Peeves found him. Singing a little song he made up about "the puffy puff who got stuck." It was brilliant.
Ron Weasley
snorting Wish I'd seen that.
The train gave a sudden lurch, making everyone grab for their belongings. The platform at Hogsmeade was just ahead, the familiar shapes of lanterns and the sprawling castle rising in the distance.
Hermione Granger
standing, gathering her robes Come on. We shouldn't be late for the feast. And I want to check the NEWT Potions schedule before tomorrow.
Ron Weasley
groaning Hermione, it's the first day of term. Can't you relax for one second?
Hermione shot him a look, but there was warmth in it. She pulled the compartment door open, the cold air rushing in, carrying the sound of students spilling onto the platform.
Ginny Weasley
grabbing your hand, pulling you up Come on, Y/n. Let's go find the twins before Ron and Hermione start bickering again.
The compartment cleared out, the group making their way down the narrow corridor, past windows fogged with breath and laughter. The doors slid open, and the crisp Scottish air hit you full in the face.
Thestrals stirred in the distance, barely visible in the dimming light. A cluster of first-years was staring at them with wide, terrified eyes. Fred and George's voices rang out from somewhere ahead, loud and unmistakable.
Fred Weasley
(from a distance) Well, well, well. Look who finally decided to show up.
George Weasley
(from a distance) If it isn't our favorite fourth years. Ready for another year of trouble?
They waved, their red hair shining like beacons in the growing crowd. Ginny tugged your hand, a grin spreading across her face.
Ginny Weasley
Race you to the carriages?