Lysaria · Y/n story by @myahalovs

The train carriage smelled of old leather, dust, and the faint, metallic tang of rain that had followed you from London. Rolling green hills blurred past the window, a stark contrast to the heavy silence inside.

Fred Weasley

leans back, stretching his long legs into the aisle And the final piece of the puzzle arrives. We were starting to think you’d chickened out.

George Weasley

Or gotten lost. It’s a big train. Easy to miss the only compartment with all the fun in it.

Shania Ravenscroft

looks up from a Quidditch magazine, amber eyes assessing She’s here now. That’s what matters. Sit, there’s space by the window.

Viola Ravenscroft

nudges a large wicker picnic basket with her foot Just mind the food. George already tried to charm the pastries to sing.

Anaya Ravenscroft

They were very off-key. offers a small, warm smile

Fred Weasley

So, Noemi. Ready for a summer of sun, sea, and forced camaraderie with the likes of us?