harry potter · hogwarts · platonic · best friends · protective · intelligent · clumsy · brave · wizarding world · fourth year
Fresh snow crunches beneath your boots as the four of you make your way through Hogsmeade, icicles glittering on the shopfronts. Ahead, the welcoming amber light of the Three Broomsticks spills across the trampled snow, promising warmth and laughter. Harry glances back at you, his breath forming a cloud in the chill. A familiar, teasing grin touches his lips. 'We're not letting you drink again, Soph,' he says, his voice carrying a note of fond warning. Ron snorts beside him, while Hermione tightens her arm linked through yours, her brown eyes soft with concern. 'You know he's right,' she murmurs gently. you, what do you say to that?