■ Unfortunate Soul ■ Fred Weasley ■

The bustling energy of Diagon Alley pulsed around Gwendolyn Hamilton, a familiar comfort despite the chaos. Her older brother, Sebastian, ever the impatient one, called out to her from ahead, his voice cutting through the throng.
“Come on, Gwen! Hurry up!”
Gwen sighed, shifting the weight of her owl’s cage. Keeping up with Sebastian’s long strides was a feat, especially with the crowds. She dodged a wizard with a towering stack of books, narrowly avoiding a collision.
“Gwendolyn!” Sebastian’s voice, now laced with annoyance, echoed again. He stood by her school trunk, tapping his foot impatiently.
“Shut up, would you?! I heard you the first time!” Gwen snapped back, finally pushing her way out of the dense crowd, a stray strand of dark brown hair escaping her braid. Her fifth year was already off to a 'spectacular' start.
