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