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Wren typically did well in school. It wasn’t like she was top of her class, but she also wasn’t constantly struggling. Sometimes, however, she felt like she had chosen entirely the wrong N.E.W.T.S. to take and that there was a good chance she would just fail out of school entirely. She’d chosen classes that she’d excelled at during her earlier years - as one was meant to do when there weren’t specific classes to lead you to your chosen profession - but now she was starting to wonder how she’d ever excelled in them. Arithmancy had been particularly tripping her up this year and she was fully ready to turn in her assignment with it’s many mistakes when she saw a familiar face passing in the library. “Septima!” she called, practically shooting out of her chair. “Please, God, can you come and remind me that Arithmancy isn’t the actual hardest thing I’ve ever had to do. I feel like i’m going mental.”

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edgar-bones​:

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[Location: Quidditch Pitch]

Edgar often spent time at the Quidditch pitch, training or just keeping fit. After a long day of lessons, and when he wasn’t causing trouble with his friends, you could almost always find him at the Quidditch pitch. 

He was doing some laps with his new broom, which wasn’t the best, but it was still in the top three. He was proud to be a chaser and was tossing a practice quaffle in the air and swooping to catch it. It wasn’t too long before he became cocky and attempted a catch he knew he couldn’t make and tumbled to the ground. Luckily, he wasn’t high in the air at that point and hit the grass below with a tuck-and-roll. 

“Dragon Turds!” He said as he rolled over and sat up. He looked across the pitch from his broom, luckily it was intact and sighed. That’s when he heard someone, either from the stands or the entrance to the pitch and looked up, hoping it wasn’t someone important like Amos Diggory. “Uh, how much of that did you see?” 

Wren practically ran towards the pitch at the sight of someone falling off their broom and hitting the ground. It didn’t look like a particularly bad fall, but Wren was GREAT at worrying about other people, so she was on the pitch in a flash. She let out a breath as she saw Edgar Bones seemingly in one piece. Still, she walked closer to him, ready to help if he needed it. “Just the... falling part. But don’t worry - I won’t tell anyone. Especially not Amos. I mean, everyone takes a tumble once in a while.”

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iainwocd​:

HE WAS UP NEXT. he couldn’t help but sympathize with slytherin - emma was a decent captain and that game had been far brutal to watch let alone experience. it was still just the first of many and as much as he wanted to join in on partying - he couldn’t help but step away – maybe he needed some air, or maybe he needed a fly. as much as he loved the game and as experienced as he was - it still didn’t matter. they could practice and practice till it was embedded in their bones and yet if they choked under pressure, there went his chance, his dream — 

he hadn’t heard them - it took a second for him to realize that someone was calling out for him, stopping he turned around, “sorry, couldn’t hear you over my downward spiral –” he joked, smile at his lips despite how TRUE the words were. 

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It was an intense game, and Wren was flying high on the fact she was finally watching - and commentating - on Quidditch again. But it had also been brutal and she could practically feel the tension from everyone who wasn’t a Gryffindor. She saw Iain off by himself and headed in his direction, calling his name as she did. She gave him a soft smile at his comment, reaching out to lay a hopefully comforting hand on his shoulder. “Hey now - no downward spiral. Just... be happy that it wasn’t Ravenclaw out there today - and that Slytherin is WAY less of a threat now.”

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“Oh, I have no arguments that your girlfriend is wildly talented and one of the best seekers that we’ve seen at Hogwarts in a while. I’m just saying that my boyfriend is the best captain in the school and he’s gonna whip his team into shape and then they’re going to kick Ravenclaw’s ass on the pitch. And then they’re gonna kick Gryffindor’s ass and not even your supremely talented and beautiful girlfriend will be able to save it.”

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reecexholyhead​:

Reece sat slumped in the Hufflepuff common room clutching a warm cup of coffee close to her chest. She had not sleep well the night before but she made it through her classes alright but now that it was late into the afternoon and a pile of work sat on the table in front of her she was desperate for another round of caffeine to wake herself up. But before she could even begin her class work she had to put the finishing touches on her surprise for Cassie and Sybil. 

She looked up as she heard the door to the common room swing open. She was both relieved and slightly on edge as she saw who entered the room. Her relationship with quidditch was complicated, and sometimes often she was in situations where the topic was unavoidable. Reece sometimes felt slightly on edge around Holyhead Harpies fans because of this, but she liked Wren a lot. “Uh hey would you mind helping me with this?” she asked smiling lightly at the witch across the room from her.  She had made two matching bouquets of dried wildflowers for her friends when she was experimenting with drying her own herbs for potions and she needed help to tie the string around the stems of the flowers. 

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Wren had just left the library and it was a good day because it was finally Quidditch season and she had all of her homework completed and she couldn’t really think of any complaints she had - except maybe that Gryffindor had such a lead in the Quidditch Cup already. As she entered the common room her smile grew at the sight of Reece. The younger witch had always been sweet to Wren - an especially good feat when Wren was such an obvious Harpies fangirl - plus she was a great seeker and Wren admired her spirit. She looked at the wildflowers in the girl’s hand, brow furrowing slightly as she crossed the room to her. “Hey! Yeah of course! What... exactly am I helping you with?”

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Wren dropped down next to Lottie at the Gryffindor table, dropping a bag of peach rings she’d gotten from Honeydukes the last time she was at Hogsmeade in front of her and pressing a quick kiss to her cheek. “Hello Quidditch star!” She was grateful that she and Lottie were both early risers because it meant that the Gryffindor table wasn’t quite as crowded as it typically was. She also set a mug in front of her friend and offered a smile. “I know that there’s plenty of tea here, but this one is from back home and trust me, it’s way better than the tea here. I have a secret stash in my room and you DEFINITELY deserve it based on how you played.”

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ohdearlottie​:

She couldn’t help a wider smile pull onto her features, already feeling her shoulders relaxing just being around Wren. There was nothing like being with your best friend to bring a sense of ease. “I haven’t seen them no- but I heard Alice mention in the dorm they were all going as the founders, right?” It had sounded like a brilliant idea and from what she’d seen of Alice anyway, she’d looked beautiful. There were no doubts in her mind that together they all must have made an impact. “Which founder did he come as? Oh- I’ve got giggle water in my purse, would you like any?” The blonde offered, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her own ear. At the mention of Ted though, she couldn’t help a light pink return back to her cheeks. “He’s talking to Amelia, which is perfect for me as it means I can spent time with you. Wren I just-” Lottie paused with a small shake of her head, reluctantly letting go of her best friend’s arm so she could grab them both two glasses. “I still can’t quite believe it’s real. Does that sound silly?”  @wrenfawcett​

“Yes - the founders - they did rather well actually. I was impressed. Amos is Salazar which is... well he’s shirtless so I can’t complain too much. Frank is Godric, Alice is Helga, and Dorcas is Rowena.” Wren gave a small smile. “Giggle water would be great - just a little though.” Wren reached out to touch her friend’s cheek gently, laughing at the warmth. “Oh, lovey, you’ve got it bad. No, it doesn’t sound silly. In fact, I feel quite the same. I keep thinking Amos is about to dump me or I’ll wake up and it’s still summer and Amos and I are just mates.”

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ohdearlottie​:  

“Oh please-” Lottie spoke with a soft giggle as she gave her friends arm a light squeeze. “Teddy’s been turning them pink all evening, please let my poor cheeks recover or I’ll be fated to hold the complexion of a tomato come the end of the night.” She joked lightly as she steered them towards the drinks table to give them a moment to catch up. “They’re beautiful, just like you. Are you sure Amos can bare to handle me stealing you away from him for a moment?” The blonde teased gently. “It’s been-.. wonderful. Better that I could have imagined.”  @wrenfawcett​

“Alright - alright, I’ll ease up on the complimenting. Just know I’m thinking it, okay?” Wren let herself be led to the table, smile wide on her face. “Oh, I’m sure he’s fine. He’s probably bro-ing out with Frank somewhere. Have you seen them? They match.” As much as Wren was reveling in being in a public space with her boyfriend and not having to hide it, she genuinely wanted to spend at least part of the party with her best friend. And not just because she remembered what had transpired at the last party. “Wonderful, eh? Where is darling Teddy?”

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amosdiggs​:

Amos was amused by the not-so-subtle distance Wren was keeping from him. He saw the way she eyed the snake, and even though she knew his real form, she was hesitant to get close to either one of them. It was kind of adorable. “Honestly babe,” he repeated her words back to her. “Atlas doesn’t bite, but I do,” he teased, leaning closer and making a show of biting his teeth together. “Atlas is definitely the best dressed tonight, but you’re a close second. My shirt looks much better on you,” he said, letting his eyes trail down her form.

“Well - is that a promise?” She asked with a smirk. She eyed Atlas once more before sighing and taking a step towards her boyfriend, hand trailing up his arm. “I want to disagree and say it looks much better on you, but I think I quite prefer when you’re not wearing it - so I might have to keep it.”

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ohdearlottie​:

“Oh stop, you’ll make me blush again. I’ve only just stop looking like a strawberry-” Lottie spoke with a soft giggle, a light pink casting over her cheeks at the compliment as she took hold of her best friend’s arm. But if we’re to be talking about how either of us look this evening, it will be you. You look adorable, the ear rings are adorable you should wear purple more often. Are you having a good time darling?” @wrenfawcett​

“Well, you look good with a little flush, so I’m unconvinced. You’re GORGEOUS.” She offered a smile, free hand reaching up to touch her earring. “Thank you. I figured there was a fair chance that no one else would wear this, so. I am having a lovely time. How about you, my dear?”

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“Honestly, babe,” Wren said with a tentative smile as she handed her boyfriend a glass of punch. “As fantastic as both you and Atlas look, I don’t know if snake is my favourite version of him. Are we entirely sure he isn’t going to bite me - or you..”

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“Okay, well, you’re officially the most beautiful person on the planet. Like, we seriously might need to exit this party early before you start a riot - it cannot be legal to look that incredible.”

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Wren Fawcett as Holly Golightly

Halloween 1976

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theyharleepodmore​:

LOCATION: outside / on school grounds STATUS: open to everyone

They’d brought their duvet out for the last of the Autumn sun. It wasn’t too warm. Warm enough to handle it, but cold enough to keep most of the morons out of their way. It was quiet enough to keep their nose in a book, and a doodle pad on the side for good measure. For the most part, Harlee managed to keep themself out of trouble but a pile of leaves came falling over them. Someone had clearly thought that was an amazing idea as a joke. They rolled over, wrapping themselves up in their duvet for protection from their ‘attack’, wand at the ready just in case they had to fight back. 

“And I was just getting to the part when the boy rides the dragon. Do you mind interrupting people’s time around here?”

“Oh goodness!” Wren exclaimed, trying not to laugh. “I’m so sorry - seriously - it wasn’t meant for you. It was supposed to hit those two idiots.” She gestured to where the Prewett twins were standing across the way, practically cackling. Wren dropped to the ground, feet under her. “I am, however, very intrigued by this boy and this dragon.”

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iainwocd​:

“i would NEVER –” hand to his chest, nearly a promise – “oh come on, you know i don’t take rivalry seriously –” guiding them through the halls, “–but we both know that blue won’t be the colour of the fallen – besides your boyfriend –” words out of his mouth as he STOPPED them for a second- realizing what he just said, “boyfriend?” he repeated, “amos? you’re dating amos” he repeated - completely and utterly gobsmacked. 

“un-fuckin’-believable, he tells me NOTHING” smile wide despite himself, “wren, that’s great - i mean, that’s great, right? you’re happy?” he questioned softly, wren fawcett was hands down one of the best people he knew, the kind of person that just brought that happiness in the air wherever she went and amos - amos was inarguably one of the few people he actually kept close to him.

“Well - I take it very seriously so you better watch your back with that.” Wren laughed at the look of bewilderment on his face. “Yes - good catch, Wood. I was worried I’d have to completely spell it out for you.”

Her smile was genuine and bright as she nodded. “Yeah. I’m happy. Like - the happiest. Honestly, I was pretty sure that he would never get past the best friends stage - so I’m pleasantly surprised.”

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ohdearlottie​:

Even if Lottie didn’t believe that for one moment, now probably wasn’t the time to debate it with her friend. Instead she offered as soft smile and spoke: “And you’re the kindest witch I know.” Lottie knew that she couldn’t promise that she wouldn’t do something similar in the future, especially because she knew if she had to, she would do it again in a heart beat. Instead she offered a simple: “I’ll try.. for you, okay?” The last thing she wanted to do was be a burden on her friends, especially Wren. She loved her, over the years she’d become almost like a sister that she’d never had rather than a best friend. But of course the two came hand in hand. If it meant it would cause her less worry, then she would definitely try. “I wouldn’t expect anything less from you.” The blonde spoke a soft smile pulling onto her features as she looked over at the Hufflepuff, her free hand moving to rest on top of their clasped hands to give it a light extra squeeze. “Okay-.. enough about me. Did you enjoy the rest of the party?” @wrenfawcett​

“Well, I know that isn’t true. Whole school full of witches, I’m not top of the barrel. But I’ll take it, if you’re offering.” Wren pursed her lips, looking over the other witch for a moment. “I’ll pretend that you will. Alright? And we can leave it at that.” Wren used her foot to pull her chair closer to the bed, elbows leaning on it so she didn’t have to remove her hand from her friends. “Ya know, it was weird. But... fine.”