❝ you shouldn't have come after me first. after all, i'm kimberly snape ❞
❝ you really love that line, don't you? ❞
𝗜𝗡 𝗪𝗛𝗜𝗖𝗛 🦅🪄-
𝗞𝗜𝗠𝗕𝗘𝗥𝗟𝗬 doesn't remember anything
that happened before she opened her
eyes at Hagrid's cabin and sta...
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HOW YOU GET THE GIRL ? 🩰 DRACO MALFOY ⋆｡‧˚ʚ 03. severus snape ɞ˚‧｡⋆
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Under the cloak of nightfall, Hogsmeade station lies shrouded in darkness, the only illumination emanating from the flickering lantern held aloft by the towering figure of Hagrid.
As the train's whistle echoes through the tranquil air, it chugs into view, its presence announced by the billowing steam that curls into the sky. Robed figures spill out from its carriages, their anticipation palpable in the cool night air.
With a hearty bellow, Hagrid beckons the first-year students forward, his voice booming over the murmurs of excitement and nervous energy that fill the platform. "This way, come on now! No need to dawdle, plenty to see!" Amidst the throng, Kimberly and Hermione, clad in their newly acquired Hogwarts robes, make their way towards Hagrid's welcoming figure. Among the familiar faces, they spot Ron and Harry, their tired expressions mirroring their own weariness from the journey.
"Ah, Kimberly, good to see ya!" Hagrid greets them warmly, his smile a beacon of reassurance in the dim light. "How was the journey?" he inquires, his concern evident as Kimberly stifles a yawn, her fatigue betraying the long hours spent aboard the train. Despite the weariness that tugs at her eyelids, Kimberly manages a faint smile, grateful for the familiar face amidst the unfamiliar surroundings.
"It was... long," Kimberly murmurs, her voice still thick with the remnants of sleep. "But manageable." She stretches, feeling the stiff ache in her shoulders, a reminder of the cramped train seats.
"Good then. This way to the boats! Come on, now, follow me."
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Ron's voice trembles with awe as he beholds the majestic silhouette of Hogwarts Castle against the backdrop of the night sky. "Wicked," he breathes, his eyes wide with wonder at the sheer grandeur of the ancient edifice.
Hermione, her own gaze alight with fascination, echoes her sentiment, remarking on the enormity of the castle that looms before them like a mythical fortress from a storybook.
However, amidst the exclamations of admiration, Kimberly's response is markedly subdued. Her eyes, heavy with fatigue and dulled by the overwhelming excitement of the day, survey the castle with a disinterested gaze, the weight of exhaustion tugging at her every movement.
Despite her weariness, the boats ferry them ever closer towards the looming silhouette of the castle, its imposing presence casting a spell of anticipation over the weary travelers. As they disembark and make their way through the halls of the castle, the first-year students are met with the imposing figure of Professor McGonagall, her stern countenance softened only slightly by the faintest hint of warmth in her eyes.
