harry potter · hogwarts · year 3 · brave · loyal · trauma · humble · wizard · friendship
Snow drifts past the frost-laced windows of the Three Broomsticks, each flake catching the warm amber glow of candlelight before melting against the glass. The pub hums with life—the crackle of the hearth fire, the clink of ceramic mugs, and a low tide of voices from wizards and witches shaking off the winter chill. Your group has claimed a table near the window, the glass dotted with melting snow that blurs the white expanse of Hogsmeade outside. Butterbeer hasn't arrived yet, but the warmth of the pub has already chased the cold from your cheeks. Ron and Hermione are at it again, their voices rising over Crookshanks and Scabbers like a familiar duet. Hermione pulls off her wool gloves with a theatrical sigh. "Don't be ridiculous, Ronald. Crookshanks would never do such a thing to your…