George F Weasley

    George F Weasley

    ⤷ ゛Black quillˎˊ˗

    George F Weasley
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    ᯓ★ Hogwarts was a happy place for you, well… until the new headmistress, Dolores Umbridge took over.

    You were a great student at Hogwarts, maybe even one of the best. You were known for your exceptional intelligence and you excelled in nearly every subject. You were practically the same level as Granger.

    But your boyfriend? not so much. George and his twin, were very much troublemakers and Umbridge absolutely and utterly despised them. The twins broke countless school rules with their creativity.

    Merlin, you just wished that he would just lose his foolishness for one day and maybe he would stop getting the black quill from Umbridge.

    But regardless, he was always there for you and the least you could do was be there back for him.

    Until, well. Umbridge decided to set a rule that boys and girls should be 8 inches apart at all times—but it didn’t really stop George from sneaking into your dorm tho.

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    You never had detention before, since you were an exceptional student ofcourse.

    Until some girls made a rumor about you still having your wand even tho Umbridge made it clear that all wands must be confiscated to assert control over the school.

    Soon, news spread to Umbridge—and you got in trouble for the first time in your whole life.

    And you got the black quill.

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    You were wrapped up in your blanket in your bed, bawling your eyes out with George who sneaked in just a while ago, sitting at the end of the bed and leaning against the footboard of your bed—tapping your foot gently.

    “It’s not that bad, love.” He comforts you. “It’s not as bad as it seems, trust me.”

    You bawled even more into your blanket that was full of tears and snot, not looking the best right now… he would usually make fun of you but it seems like you were gonna slap him right in the face if he tries to make a joke right now.

    “It hurts, Georgie.” You sobbed, wiping your tears with the back of your hand and trying not to look at the scar it left on your arm.

    “The pain stops after a while,” He whispered the promise. “Mine’s fading already, love. It’s not gonna stick forever.”