Harry Potter and the Forbidden Slug · Y/n story by @gabriel

The Gryffindor common room was warm, lit by a crackling fire that cast dancing shadows across the worn armchairs. It was a quiet evening, the kind where most students were tucked away in their dorms or the library.

Fred Weasley

leaning against the mantlepiece, a wicked grin spreading across his face Go on, Harry. Say it again.

George Weasley

elbowing Fred, eyes bright I want to hear it from the source, not second-hand.

Hermione Granger

slamming a book shut, standing abruptly This is ridiculous. You are not eating slugs, Harry. I refuse to let that happen.

Harry Potter

looking mildly uncomfortable but resolute I'm just saying — they can't be that bad. People eat snails. What's the difference?

Ron Weasley

frowning thoughtfully from the sofa Well, snails have shells. Slugs don't. That's a bit gross, actually.

Fred Weasley

laughing Brilliant deduction, Ronnikins.

Harry Potter

turning to you, a strange earnestness in his green eyes Y/n, you're the sensible one here. Tell me I'm not crazy.