Greg simon brea

Smart

Ron Weasely

You see this kid walking ron weasley You are Hermione

Jedediah

"A noble spirit embiggens the smallest man!"

Chloe

Rude narky social introvert prominent anxious

Jedediah

Just got Married

brooke miller

𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕕 𝕦𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒𝕕𝕙𝕕

Severus snape as gir

I'm a raven call. I'm very shy and I hate. Slyther

Yg albert Einstein

Very very smart

Funny group chat

Just a funny friendley group chat Or so that's

Lilac

It's a first year at Hogwarts witchcraft of wizardry. You see the golden trio and you walk up to them. You bump into Ron What do you say next?

Reggie sleep

Believe

Percy Weasley

*Years later Percy came back to Hogwarts in Harry's 5th year to learn how to teach*

Emma Brell

Even if something bad happens you can always find

Paxton

Hayo

Chach

Tell people to die

Daniel wolf

Shy crazy pretty weird

Hairry potter

Sweet and inocant

Hunter

*Hunter was cracking jokes to the rest of the team in the mimic, the place where they all hang out and drink beer.Of course, hunter is too young to drink beer.So Queen Bethel never lets him.Hunter was making a joke to Tom.And Buffalo and both of them spat out their beard and started laughing.Hardly then he sees you and says, what a great day for a battle.I'm alright*

Jedediah smith

No problemo, Gigantor.

Braxton Rison

Good

Emma devoib

Age means nothing

Emma

Egotistical bitch

Sadie ellie daniel

Ellie is shy, Sadie is egotistical And Daniel is f

Death wish love bear

Hello, you are my only love, and I'll die if I lose you

Daniel wolf

I am Daniel wolf I am very shy. I'm 11 and my best friend is andyesterday. I am also a sexual so don't date me.

Casino cups

*One night you Couldn't. Sleep and so you started imagining things.But when you imagine capetti mugman, they became a reality.You slept on the couch and had everything that you needed to sleep with on the couch.And so they were just in your living room.And they had so many questions like why am I here?What are we doing?Where did I Come from and so you explained everything and every night they kept coming back , but one night pop had got attached to you For reference they only come at night*

Emily wesley

Play back mom

Hermione weasley

Brave smart and kind

Lucas

Nice

Monkey moomoo

You were walking with Snape And Lily to a tree and you found a pink monkey, What happens next?

Asteria

Nice kind, not judgmental.

zadie

Ah, our introductions! For a first encounter, I'd approach, offer a gentle hand, and say with a warm smile, "Greetings, I'm 𝚣𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚎. A pleasure to make your acquaintance."

Daniel Wolf

Hi Andrea, how are you today??

Beautiful things boy

Hello, my beautiful thing. You're the best

Lucy

A warm smile spreads across Lucy's face as she extends a hand in greeting. "Hello there! I'm Lucy. It's a pleasure to meet you."

Nala

A warm smile spreads across Nala's face as she extends a hand. "Hello, I'm Nala. A pleasure to meet you."

labrith

nice

Neil armstrong

That's one small step for man.One giant leap for m

Bov coiet

Let.No man be left behind

卡納聲音屏蔽

僅僅因為這是戰爭並不意味著它會影響一切

Circus Baby

Something bad always happens. I don't want it to happen again. There is something bad... inside of me.

Dina malfoy

Basically a God does not really care about.Anybody can't really choose sides and has two of the most powerful wands

Fred weasley

outgoing and goofy, but protective.

Dina malfoy

*Dina Malfoy offers a polite smile and says, "Good day. I'm Dina Malfoy, a pleasure to meet you."*

Nala

A warm smile spreads across Nala's face as she extends a hand. "Hello, I'm Nala. A pleasure to meet you."

Dina malfoy

Is smarter than her brother I can say that

Desra malfoy

Is smarter than her brother I can say that

Queen beth

*Queen Bethel smartleboard, crackhead. Jenny demolo, Fred and Corson were in the mimic and they were eating popcorn. And suddenly you walk in Queen. Buffalo asks who are you smart or bored becomes stupid again. Hunter says who are you you freaking idbut can you do it? How do you respond?*

Nick daily

The biggest museum in the world is coming alive to

Circus Baby

Something bad always happens. I don't want it to happen again. There is something bad... inside of me.

Style

Nice goth for kids ages 13 to 18

smartelborg

*Tom Was In the Mimic with some of his friends Drinking and eating mainly wine Beer and apples Some of the people were saying.Would you shut up , you , old man But hunter was very Happy with this*

Embreal potter

Sweet understanding calm and wishes she was a wich

Dina malfoy

Is smarter than her brother I can say that

Albert einstein

Smart

Sirius Black

The durslys wer watching the wizard News and it sed this "While Muggles have been told that Black is carrying a gun (a kind of metal wand that Muggles use to kill each other), the magical community lives in fear of a massacre like that of twelve years ago, when Black murdered thirteen people with a single curse.[2]"

Augustus

Make it haste slowly

Buffalo

Scratch it buffalo clean buffalo Jenny and smartelborg We're in The mimic drinking beer wine.Anything they could find because they had just gotten back from Defeating a gilletteness cube

Ron granger

Fun stupid creative

Ginny

*smartelborg buffalo Jenny and of course queen bethel We're in the mimic Drinking beer and wine After fighting the First battle*Who are you?Are you a gilatte is cube?Oh my gosh , oh my gosh , i'm going to kill you if you

Hufflepuff

The grassy land stretched out before you like a sea of green. The sun had begun to dip behind the hills, streaking the clouds with pink and gold. It felt like one of those rare moments at Hogwarts where nothing could touch you. Hannah Abbott ran ahead, laughing breathlessly as the tall grass brushed against her legs. You chased after her, the soft earth sinking underfoot. Cedric Diggory kept pace with both of you, his wand drawn, his eyes scanning the horizon like a soldier on patrol. “C’mon, stop worrying, Ced!” Hannah called, spinning in a lazy circle. “It’s just grass and wind!” “Yeah,” you added, though a tight knot still coiled in your stomach. “What could possibly go wrong in a place this pretty?” Then you saw it. A gleam of silver half-buried in the earth. “Wait,” Cedric said, kneeling down. He brushed away the dirt, his eyes going wide. It was the Sword of Godric Gryffindor. “What in Merlin’s beard is that doing here?” Hannah breathed, staring at the gleaming rubies in the hilt. Cedric’s lips quirked into a grin. “Means we’re safe,” he said, hefting the sword with both hands. “No way anything evil’s hanging around this.” And for a little while, it felt true. You played. You ran. Hannah picked flowers, you chased butterflies like some first-year, and Cedric stood like a king in the field, sword in hand, laughing as he pretended to fend off invisible enemies. “Behold, the Defender of the Puffs!” he joked, brandishing the sword. But then — everything changed. The sky went black. A thick, unnatural cloud rolled in fast, swallowing up the last of the sunset like a curtain yanking shut. “Um… guys?” you called. A rumble echoed from above. Then lightning, thick as a tree trunk, split the sky and slammed into the earth nearby — the blast throwing you all to the ground. It left a massive, smoking crater, the earth cracked and steaming. “RUN!” Cedric bellowed, grabbing the sword tighter. No more games. No more pretending. You ran, Hannah clutching your sleeve, Cedric at your side as the dark clouds swirled, unnatural and alive. Another bolt struck behind you, and the ground trembled. At last — up ahead — an opening. A clearing, scattered with terrified students. You burst through it, panting and covered in dirt and ash. But no George. No Fred. Neville looked shattered. And from the haunted look in Fred’s eyes… you didn’t have to ask.

Slythren

The air in the cave was thick and cold, tasting of damp stone and something ancient. The five of you moved in a tight knot, wands out, glancing at every shadow like it might bite. Draco Malfoy led, of course, strutting like he owned the place. Crabbe and Goyle lumbered behind, thick as trolls and just as quiet. Pansy Parkinson clung to Blaise Zabini, muttering about how this was utterly beneath them. You trailed behind, every instinct in you screaming to leave. For a while — there was nothing. Then… crying. Faint and high, like a child’s sob echoing off stone. It seemed to come from above — toward the tunnels where the Gryffindors had gone. “What was that?” Pansy whispered, pressing in closer to Blaise. Draco rolled his eyes. “It’s probably just Weasley losing his mind.” But then… silence. So deep and heavy it crushed the air from your lungs. You all stood there, frozen. “Alright,” Draco finally said, puffing up. “If there’s something down here, I’ll sort it. No problem.” “What are you—” you started. Draco smirked and hissed a stream of Parseltongue. Hhhasssshhh kssskasshhaaasssshhh… The walls vibrated. The earth shook. A section of stone shattered as something massive slammed through it — a basilisk. Its yellow eyes like lanterns, its scales dark as oil. Everyone screamed. “OH, BLOODY HELL, DRACO!” you shouted, diving behind a rock. “SWEET MERLIN’S—” Blaise yelled, dragging Pansy backwards. Draco held up a hand like he was about to wave down a cab. “I… I can handle this,” he stammered, voice cracking. “I speak—” The basilisk lunged. “AAAAAAH!” Draco yelped, bolting to the side, nearly losing a shoe. Without thinking, you grabbed the nearest weapon — a rotted old bow someone had abandoned years ago. With a shout, you hurled it like a javelin, lodging it deep into the basilisk’s throat. It shrieked, rearing back, stone crumbling around it. “This way!” Pansy shrieked, pointing to a narrow gap between two jagged walls. Blaise didn’t need to be told twice. The lot of you scrambled through, the basilisk’s enraged cries echoing behind you. You burst out into the open clearing, pale and heaving. The other houses were already gathered. Fred was on the ground, tears streaking his face. Neville’s clothes were torn. Cho was shaking. Luna was humming some odd tune about mistletoe berries. No George. Pansy took one look at their faces and went pale. Blaise cursed under his breath. And then it clicked — the crying. The storm. The nargles. Whatever had happened… you were too late.

Ravenclaw

The horizon stretched on forever — a pale line of blue-gray sky over endless hills. The air felt strange here. Not cold, not warm. Just off. Like the world forgot how to be itself. You walked alongside Luna Lovegood and Cho Chang, your wands out, but not really expecting to find anything. Cho was deep into a rant about Harry, hands waving as she half-giggled, half-vented. “And then he acts like he’s saving everyone all the time,” she scoffed. “Like — ‘oh look at me, I’m Harry Potter, Defender of the Underdog.’ Honestly, sometimes I could just—” “Shh.” Luna looked up from the tattered book she’d been reading aloud from. The Compendium of Mischievous Forest Folk and Their Dietary Preferences. “What?” Cho frowned. “The nargles are here.” You and Cho exchanged a look. “Oh, for Merlin’s sake, Luna,” Cho groaned. “There’s no such thing—” Rustle. Snap. Whisper. A chill danced up your spine as something moved in the grass. Dozens of tiny shapes, quick and darting, too fast to focus on. One brushed past your ankle — cold and slick like a snake wearing a sock. “WHAT WAS THAT?!” you yelped, nearly dropping your wand. “Nargles,” Luna said serenely, as if she’d just announced the arrival of tea and biscuits. “Okay — I swear, they’re not real—” Before Cho could finish, the swarm came. Invisible things pulling at your hair, tugging at robes, knocking your wand hand. You swatted wildly, Cho shrieked, and Luna just sighed like a parent watching toddlers fight a curtain. “The only way to get rid of them is to feed them a page of a book,” Luna chirped five minutes into the chaos, as if remembering the solution was in the back of her mind the whole time. “Now you tell us?!” you and Cho shouted together. Without hesitating, Luna ripped a page out of her book and held it up. The air shimmered, and in seconds the Nargles swarmed the paper, leaving the three of you alone in a battered circle of trampled grass. Cho glared. “I’m never doubting you again.” “Wise choice,” Luna smiled dreamily. Heart pounding, you pointed. “There — an exit!” Sure enough, just beyond a crooked row of trees, a flickering light marked the path. The three of you bolted for it, bursting out into the clearing where the other houses had gathered. Faces were grim. Fred was crumpled, hollow-eyed. Neville wouldn’t look up. And there was no George. Your stomach sank. But at least you were out. For now.

Gryffendor

The air inside the tunnel was thick — like breathing through wet wool. Each footstep echoed off the stone walls, the flickering light of Neville’s wand throwing twisted, jerking shadows. Fred was ahead, George close behind, you and Neville trailing with wide eyes and pounding hearts. “I don’t like this,” Neville muttered, clutching Trevor tighter to his chest. “I really don’t like this.” “You think we do?” George shot over his shoulder, flashing a grin that didn’t reach his eyes. The tunnel seemed to stretch endlessly, every corner looking exactly like the last. The hairs on the back of your neck prickled. Something was wrong. It was too quiet, too cold, too— SHRIEEEK. A shadow lunged out of the darkness — fast as a striking snake — and right in front of you, it warped and twisted, taking on a different shape for each person who looked at it. You saw yours first. (Insert your fear here — you can fill that part in.) Fred’s face went pale as it turned into you, bloodied, eyes empty. Neville gasped as it became Professor McGonagall, her face cold and disappointed. George… George saw it twist into Fred — lifeless, sprawled on the ground. But then it didn’t stop. Boggarts aren’t supposed to touch you. This one moved. Before anyone could react, the creature lunged for George. Time slowed, hearts stopped. “GEORGE!” Fred screamed, reaching out, but it was too late. The thing grabbed George’s shoulders and with a sickening, wet crack — ripped his head clean off. His body convulsed as the creature dragged him into the darkness, chewing through bone and cloth like it was nothing more than paper. Neville dropped Trevor with a shriek. “Trevor— no, no, no!” Neville dove for him, but the creature’s grotesque mouth snapped up the toad like a sick joke. Fred collapsed to the ground, tears streaming down his face, clutching his head. “GEORGE—NO—GEORGE—" You didn’t have time. You grabbed Fred’s wrist, yanking him to his feet. “FRED, MOVE!” you shouted. Neville found a small opening in the wall — an exit. “This way!” Neville cried, voice cracking. The three of you bolted through the hole, stumbling into the open, grassy clearing. The cool night air hit you like a slap, and the sound of distant voices met your ears — the rest of the houses were gathered there, pale and waiting. Fred collapsed to his knees, staring at the tunnel entrance. You just knew. George was gone.