 Unforgivably Cursed | adultescent
As George walked into Hogwarts with a few of his siblings and they headed into the Great Hall, he stopped in the doorway. The room was all but destroyed, but some memories still insisted on breaking through. This was where he and Fred attempted to cross the age line to put their names in the goblet of fire, resulting in their long, full beards. He let out a chuckle as he stepped inside, turning as he felt a hand on his shoulder.
"Oh, hello, Professor," he greeted McGonagall, managing a smile. She would always be a professor to him, even after being done with school and being an adult. But... he wasn't sure what to say after that. Huh. He was rarely at a loss for words.
"Ah, Minerva.." Flitwick turned his eyes to his colleague and gave her a nod. "And thank you for coming, Weasleys." He understood how difficult it must be for that family, but also knew their sense of community and responsibility. He wasn't surprised to see them here.
"I was thinking that we should start in here," he began, looking back at Minerva again. She was Headmistress now, of course, and he would defer to her, but he didn't think she'd mind his sense of organization at a time like this. "Perhaps once we get this room back in order, it will start to feel more like Hogwarts again." And then maybe it would be a little easier to do the rest.
__________________ started like a knight in a fairytale_______________________________________________
ended like a moth in flames______________________
______________________don't you worry I'll be fine
_________________________________________________you were good for the plot line |