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𝐑𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐰 | 𝟕𝐭𝐡 𝐘𝐞𝐚𝐫 | 𝐀𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐏𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐫

[ask-wren-zhang]

Minors DNI / 18+ only - This blog includes NSFW text and images

Be nice, and be patient.

I write slow. (Ridiculously and pathetically slow)

AI image and ID template by @kiwiplaetzchen 💖

✧˚ · . 『 I still wake up with things to tell you… 』 .・。 ✭・『 a lack of cruelty is not evidence of kindness 』 .・✧˚

Wren’s Character Sheet | Scars | Charlie | Egg | Felix Felicis | Amortentia |

Shrub Club 🪴

Episode 1 | Episode 2 | Episode 3 | Episode 4 | Episode 5

Ongoing RP:

Anon with the Map

Reunion with Highwing

Discontinued/Fin:

Animagus research with Sienna ✅

Crusades of the Bun 🐰

Wren is Bunnified ✅

Theo and the Bun ✅

Allegra and the Bun

[lil-grem-draws]

🎃 Shrub Club Turnip Carving 🍈

Happy Halloween to the Shrub Club crew 🎃

Demetrius had an activity to offer to his fellow Herbologists: carving turnips into lanterns! He brought a variety of neeps from his gramps' farm. His entire village carves them every year—he grew up believing that those lanterns ward off malevolent spirits. He never had a chance to carve them with friends, but, lucky for him, Theodora and Wren got more than excited about the idea 🎃

@ask-wren-zhang @demetrius-haggarty @theodoradevlin

I use an A6 sketchbook, so my art is always tiny and has to be scaled up from the photos (I find that my phone's quality is better than my old scanner; just need some clean up). I am not usually bothered by it looking too sketchy or pixely, especially if I end up colouring it. But this page looked so crowded on the left side that I had to help OCs breathe with background/foreground + fill in that empty spot at the bottom right for balance.

It's not hard to cut out various items to make things work. Sometimes my pencils smudge so badly while drawing the same things like smaller items or hands over and over again, that it makes sense to draw them separately to add in later. I usually do clean-up in Photoshop-like programs with a computer mouse, hence you don't see it in Procreate videos. I find Procreate rather limiting with photo manipulations.

Here, items on the right ended up visibly lighter than the page with characters, but it was not an issue since I was colouring it all anyway. If it were just lineart to post, I would've spent time to make the white things pop out less.

[raenegade-accio]

Hogtober2025 🍂

Have a Charlie ☺️

[ask-scribner]

[ask-wren-zhang]

Wren in the restricted section nextdoor:

"well, someone's peckish..."

[ask-wren-zhang]

Dear Wren,

What was your first kiss like?

Curious Greetings,

King Kong

It's coming back a bit blurry to me, but I do recall some explosions... 💥

[ask-wren-zhang]

Wren! If Imelda was a fruit, what would you say would suit her best? :D

I hear she would rather compare herself with the most bitter of limes, but I see her as the sweetest nectarine, but with a reasonable amount of tart! 😊

[catchmeonyourceiling]

tysm for the tag @balladofareader!! 🤍

write your name/nickname in the character headcanon generator and see what you get!

wait so um...

npt: @mysummerchild @haeerizm @cowboylikemily @sarastellasari @dxstoeskyvjbess @whoo0sh + whoever wants to join!

[the-bogginses-are-gay]

tysm for the tags, @sadiesinkobsessedsstuff and @bylerlipglances <333

... yeah lol accurate

npt: @mistyjessart @mace-waz-here @reed-reed @lorax-devito @thebitterbeanjuice @bylerfiles @asneakyobserver @onebillionblorbos @iwanderbecauseimlost @stormy-days-27 @numenoria @thegreatmousebafoon @scumbaganarchy @20riley25 @jawnn-watson @sarkylittlemonster @spocks-got-a-glock @that--elf + anyone else who wants to join! <333

[jawnn-watson]

Thanks for the tag @the-bogginses-are-gay <3

True lol

Tagging: @loki-lock @hesagoodone @thespaceantwhowrites

[loki-lock]

Thanks for the tag bestie<3 @jawnn-watson

I put my real name so I edited it but it's true. And it shouldn't be because I drink too many XD

Tagging @hottopic-wannabe @topsyturvy-turtely @gaylilsherlock :)

[hottopic-wannabe]

TY FOR TAGGING!!! @loki-lock

i'm gonna cry :(

tags!! @hesagoodone @twoandahalfdimes @geeoharee @hot-on-my-watch @catlock-holmes

[twoandahalfdimes]

tysm for the tag, prev<33 @hottopic-wannabe

mhmmm.... not wrong either.

npt: @sakanayasan414 @thegreatmousebafoon @eggzeroni +anyone else!

[eggzeroni]

Thanks so much for the tag!!!

Hm

Npt! @lilac-ravenclaw @amethystandemma @light-of-the-room @rypnami @accio-bagel and anyone else who would like to join 🥹

[lilac-ravenclaw]

Bahaha thanks for the tag @eggzeroni ✨ Here’s Raven’s:

No pressure Tags: @ravenwind-75 @amethystandemma @gothic-lottie @espressoristretto-patronum @theravenchild & whoever else wants to join!💜

[theravenchild]

Thank you for the tag @lilac-ravenclaw!

I hadn't considered this. X3

Tagging @ask-wren-zhang @ask-felix-aberg @theodoradevlin @esolean @infernalrusalka @diana-bluewolf and anyone else seeing this who wants to join!

[ask-wren-zhang]

(ooc) Ayyo???

[ask-wren-zhang]

Zhang!

I heard you were the Alpha of the Ravenclaws. Does this still hold truth?

Who, me?

[ask-wren-zhang]

Can I schnitzel you real good?

I don't believe I'd make an appetising schnitzel

[ask-wren-zhang]

Wren is busy writing a test in Charms when suddenly an unwrapped lemon drop rolls into her field of vision and stops in the middle of her worksheet.

Professor Ronen stands right in front of her with a wide smile and signals her to stay quiet with a soft shh. He gives her a wink before continuing on his way.

Tosses it to her flask of honey water - delicious!

[bnunybusiness]

Bunbushka

[shanaraharlyah]

@ask-wren-zhang

[kii-tty]

[ask-wren-zhang]

It is the last day of February 1893. A not-so-out-of-the-ordinary fox confidently trots past the Ravenclaw students and right into Wren's dorm room while Wren isn't around. He surveys the place to make sure no humans (or bunnies for that matter) are in and closes the door with his hind leg. Locating Wren's bed, he jumps on it to place a small book-shaped parcel right in the middle.

He plans to make a quick escape but something doesn't seem right with the bedcovers. Fox tilts his head left. Then right. Squeels a little and jumps up as high as he can to pounce the little spot that was giving him the tingles. Nothing happens, of course, just his instincts playing tricks on him, but the Ravenclaw scarf by the headboard rustles a little until a sleepy niffler pokes her head out to stare at the fox with dazed eyes.

Caught in the act, the fox slowly scoots closer to the niffler. He gives Charlie's snout a quick apologetic poke with his nose and carefully pinches a side of the scarf with his teeth to slide it back onto the niffler's head. Right. Next time he'll also be checking for nifflers in the room.

If Wren pulls on the ends of the blue satin ribbon later, she'll uncover a copy of "Dragons of the Highlands: notes and observations" with a small "Happy Birthday!" note tucked in between the pages, signed by an old friend.

Wren finds herself waking to a rare gentle sun in the Winter's chill, peeking through the pale morning fog. She sits up just enough to see the the gleaming snow dusting the glass window by her bed has begun to disperse; it'd be Spring tomorrow.

"What an odd dream..." She murmurs, shaking away any lingering images of orange fur and prancing paws while her hand searches before finding Charlie's fuzzy head, petting it till the niffler acknowledges her with a sleepy chirp, burrowing deeper into a bundled scarf. It is when her bare feet touch the cold wooden floorboards, finally she notices something amiss.

A small package, with its corner digging into her thigh. Curious, she surveys the room - if there had been visits from any of their feathered friends of the owlery, surely she would've heard?

The small Ravenclaw opens the small parcel, fingers still clumsy in her drowsy haze as she starts digging at the wrapping paper. She gasps, bleary vision in her eyes suddenly clearing.

"A book!" She chimes, ignoring the disgruntled noises of her dorm mates. "And it's not just any book!"

She holds the textured gift with her arms raised, bathing it in the soft first light and watching its regal lettering catch the glow of morningtide. A small piece of parchment fall from between the pages, and Wren reads it with a smile.

"Ah, William. I always knew you missed Wilson."

She continues admiring her new gift, uncaring her little Charlie at the corner of her bed is pawing and playing with a patch of fox fur.

[ask-wren-zhang]

Do you want some of my banana bread? :D

Is that a trick question?

[ask-wren-zhang]

What is your favourite thing about potions? ...can you share some of your enthusiasm for the subject... (the note isn't signed)

What a question. Or, pertinently, what's not to like??

The array of colours inside gleaming vials, the iridescent smoke akin to the change of seasons, the rewarding sensations of a good squelch in the mortar

Nothing beats the freedom to dictate your cauldron however you wish.

A good brew can remedy the sick, nurture good tilled earth, or if the situation rises, a damn good sleeping draught!

Should you like, I'd be more than eager to exchange revision notes!

[ask-wren-zhang]

to Wren,

Did you know wrens are said to be the king of birds? Small, clever, unstoppable. You have crowned yourself in my heart, made yourself a home there with no intention of leaving. I would not let you, even if you tried.

Yours, Always. Karl Chickenfinger

P. S. Fabulous name by the way 🍗

[theravenchild]

It had been a harrowing week.

Wren is more than eager to stretch her legs, seeking a much needed reprieve from her endless assignments, the scent of old books, stacks of parchment and half written letters requesting extensions lest she inevitably becomes mad.

She’d expected the workload after the trip crossing North America with her parents, but right now homework will have to wait. As of this moment, there is only one matter occupying her mind, involving her small brownish, furry companion with a gluttonous belly.

She makes a beeline for the familiar milieu of the Ravenclaw’s Common Room, quickly spotting one of her favourite housemates. “Hellendil!” She chimes, almost tempted to crash into him with a hug. The mere sight of a fellow student fill her with immeasurable jitters after days of being confined to her desk.

“I’d planned to send you an owl but since I have you here, I wish to express my gratitude for looking after my wee Charlie in my absence!” She missed her little friend dearly, and knowing Charlie is less than eager to traverses out of the castle, who better to care for the lovable critter than someone who adores the creature as much as she does. “Should you ever need assistance in tending Sepulchria in the future, just know I’d be more than willing to be up to it. It’s the least I can do!”

“I’d be happy to collect him any time whenever he’s ready to come home to his nest. We both know he’s no Nosy, but a niffler nonetheless. I hope my boy didn’t cause much mischief!”

Hellendil is standing near the fireplace paging through one of his textbooks when he hears a familiar voice calling his name from across the common room.  He quickly turns in the direction of the voice, a smile coming to his face as he spots Wren heading toward him.  The book snaps shut and he opens his arms invitingly.  "Wren!  So good to see you, my friend!  The common room has been less bright without your smile and perhaps a bit too quiet.  I hope you haven't had too much trouble catching up.  I haven't seen you much since you got back so you must have been terribly busy.  If you need help with anything, don't hesitate to ask."

He can read in her stance this was a much needed break from all the catch-up work she'd been doing.  His smile widens again at the mention of her little furry companion whom he'd been caring for in her absence.  He chuckles a little at the mention of Sebastian's little mischief maker, Nosy.  "Charlie was very little trouble compared to our little teal friend.  A couple stolen chocolate frogs and sweets here or there and some holes dug in one of the planters in the common room, but nothing that couldn't be easily remedied or replaced.  I do have some rather surprising news for you, though.  Come with me and we'll collect your wee little one.  When last I checked a few minutes ago, she was nesting in one of my old sweaters in the dorm."  He motions towards the staircase and leads the way.

When they arrive at the dorm room, he places the book on the desk and hurries over to the bed where the little brown and white furball was still curled up in the sweater.  He kneels beside the bed and gently pets her with his forefingers to rouse her.  "Wakey, wakey little princess, your Mama's back from her travels and eager to see you." His eyes soften with a smile as the little niffler stretches against his fingers awaking from her slumber. He pulls a small treat from his pocket and offers it to Charlie as a little extra incentive.

[ask-wren-zhang]

Wren is practically vibrating as she trails after Hellendil as they descend to the dormitory, bouncing on her heels at just the thought of seeing Charlie's little face again.

"Just the chocolates? I'm surprised he didn't ransack the entire Hufflepuff common room in my absence!" She can't help but laugh when one eventful and vaguely mortifying occurrence in the kitchen is called to mind.

Whatever news Hels have for her, likely about the little niffler's many quests to satisfy his unending sweet tooth, as they often do. Though she can't bring herself to care at the moment, not when they're seconds away from a reunion. The past weeks without him had felt hollow; never Wren thought how much she would miss the endless nights of cleaning his den and decluttering his pouch, or even the manner his sugared paws would grab at her hair when he's too full to walk on his own.

It wasn't till they reach Hels' doorway when Wren finally catches up with her friend's words.

She halts in her steps. Wait, "she?"

"'Princess?'" Wren echoes, peering over one of Hels' shoulders as he gingerly urges the small darling awake; she teeters behind him, part of her half expecting an entirely different niffler.

Sure enough, she crouches down next to Hellendil, and there lays wee Charlie in a bunched sweater. Little sleepy boba eyes flutter open and widen at the treat - the flurry of paws and the treat nibbled away from existence were a familiar sight - then twinkling with recognition the moment they're met with Wren's.

The small niffler darts forward, her honks and squeaks lilting, mustering all the post-nap sluggish strength as small paws scale along Wren's arms and into a familiar cradling embrace.

Gleaming brown fur, chocolate speckled snout, wiggly fuzzy bum, and a pouch filled to the brim with loot shiny and/or sweetened.

This is, quite veritably, her Charlie.

"B-but you've only had him for...! All those times I held him- I remember making sure...!" Her gaze bounces from Hels to the now dozing niffler, evidently unaware of the young witch's frazzled stammers.

She scans the snoring bundle in her arms, studies him - her. The soft fur, both in texture and colour, small gait with no notable claws, the subtle difference of placement of the pouch from most other little ones of the litter, all of them were assumed baby boys.

Or so she thought.

Summoning every recollection: every brush of fur or laborious bath, every trip to Brood and Peck for checkup and pitstop in Honeydukes as compensation, each now a crude reminder mocking Wren just how long she foolishly allow such a datum so trivial escape her?

It's ridiculous, it's unheard of. What kind of a niffler mum is she??

"Charlie is a girl??"