Gwendolyn Goyle

Sixth Year. Slytherin. Pureblood. Death Eater.

[gwendolyn-goyle]

thomasavcry‌:

WHO: Thomas Avery & anyone WHERE: A hallway on the first floor WHEN: Sometime in March, 1978

“Yes, I do agree – goblins are far too intelligent to only be working the economy.” Thomas nodded, knowing fully well he was speaking out of his arse. He regretted talking to this fifth-year girl – she had such a pretty face, he couldn’t help it, but Merlin, was she boring. He reached a hand out to the person passing by him. “Oi! Haven’t seen you in a bit, how are you doing?”  Thomas wrapped his arm around the shoulders of the person, waving at the fifth-year as he continued walking with the person. 

Truth be told, Gwen had noticed Thomas looked rather bored with his present company, even if the girl was rather pretty. She had hesitated for a moment, debating whether or not she should leave him to suffer the consequences that came with running after each girl that caught his fancy, but in the end she couldn’t turn away without at least giving him a small chance of escape. She really was too nice for her own good. Waltzing past, sure to look surprised when he reached for her hand, Gwen easily played along with his excuse. “Thomas, darling, so good of you to ask. We have so much to catch up on.” 

[gwendolyn-goyle]

quentin-crabbe‌:

He rolled his eyes. Of course her hair was more important than her clothes. Much to important to be fixed by a simple drying charm. Then again he was sure that all the work put into her hair cost as much as most of her clothes. And Gwen only bought the very best clothes. “Of course not, you’d probably have to shave it all off.” Quentin smirked, knowing that the comment would most likely send uncomfortable shivers down the girls spine. “Personally, I think you could pull off the bald look.” He told her purposely to make it even worse. The girl cared about her appearance, not that there was anything wrong with that, but she could also be a little high strung. He made it his personal job to try and loosen her up a bit. 

Nothing happening for a change sounded nice, definitely something he could get behind. “If something does they might as well post-pone graduation.” He laughed. “Not that that would be the worst thing in the world.” Quentin grumbled lowly. Though he was sure the girl probably heard him. It wasn’t exactly a secret that he wasn’t looking forward to entering the ‘real world’ and having to get a job. Though his father already had one lined up for him at the ministry once he completed an internship over the summer. He just didn’t think it was actually what he wanted to do. He had no idea what he wanted to do with his life.  

Shoving away from Quentin, Gwen let out a small shriek at the very thought of shaving her hair. Her hands lifted protectively over her head and she fought off a smile at his teasing. “Quentin Crabbe, don’t even joke about that.” She admonished him. “Just because I could pull it off, doesn’t mean I want to.” Tossing her hair carefully over her shoulders and standing just a bit straighter, Gwen continued down the corridor at her friend’s side. “You’re not funny.” The words were hollow, free of any bite to them as Quentin knew perfectly well they were merely a poor attempt to save her pride.

It was no secret to Gwen that Quentin wasn’t exactly looking forward to graduation in a few short months. It was even less of a secret that Gwen was just as unhappy about her best friend graduating and leaving her behind to spend her final year alone. “A postponed graduation would be ideal.” She agreed, stepping closer to him and looping her arm around his. “Then we could have one last year at Hogwarts together, instead of you leaving me here all by myself. What am I even supposed to do without you and Lucius anyway?” 

[gwendolyn-goyle]

frank-ezra-longbottom‌:

WHO: Frank Longbottom and Gwendolyn Goyle WHEN: Saturday, March 18th, 1978. WHERE: The Room of Requirement

Awed, Frank lowered his camera. She was beyond lovely. The very picture of grace and elegance. A woman after his heart. “You’re beautiful” he breathed, smiling bashfully at her.  

@gwendolyn-goyle

Gwendolyn Goyle turned at the sound of a complement so near, more out of curiosity than anything else. Of course she knew she was beautiful, but that voice wasn’t one she recognized and she half-expected the complement had been meant for someone else entirely. She turned, dark eyes met her own and Gwen sucked in a sharp breath at his shy smile aimed in her direction. “Thank you.” She breathed, searching for any memory of this handsome near-stranger’s name. “Frank- is it?” 

[gwendolyn-goyle]

adbellatrix‌:

Where: Hog’s Head Inn | Who: Anyone

Hog’s Head Inn was the furthest thing from luxury. From its dingy decor to its ever so musky smell, the establishment wasn’t known for being a friendly place… although perhaps that was one of its charms? The meek never ventured far enough to sit in its seats, preferring Three Broomsticks to this hole in the wall. Instead of boisterous students, Hog’s Head was home to the unsavory folk. The kind that got too curse-happy once they had enough firewhiskey. Bellatrix looked to her left, her glass touching her lips. There was a pair of thieves, with their trophies displayed on their table. No one would pay them much mind while they counted their winnings. To her right, a group of wizards that kept their voices much too hush to be speaking about anything legal. Bellatrix smirked. While each man fancied himself menacing, it was an eighteen-year-old girl that was the most dangerous person in the room. 

A small breeze and a clatter of the door announced another visitor. Perhaps it was someone looking for trouble, or someone who wanted a piece of mind? Either way, Bellatrix kept her eyes on her drink. The chair next to her slide across the wooden floor and she raised an eyebrow. It was certainly a bold choice, after all, the name Bellatrix Black wasn’t synonymous with welcoming. Placing her empty glass on the table, she licked her lips. “Three Broomsticks is a couple doors over, love.” Ever so amused, she cast her eyes on the stranger, raking them up and down.  

Gwendolyn Goyle was not the sort of witch who would usually frequent the Hog’s Head Inn. Her brother in his time at Hogwarts had steered her clear of the establishment, pointing her toward the more acceptable alternatives and warning her if she wanted to keep all of her jewelry and her purse, she ought to take his advice to heart. And Gwen had. Until today, that is.

The mark on Gwen’s arm, now months old, had done well to reorder her priorities meaning that the diamonds in her ears were nothing more than a passing thought as she pulled her blonde hair over her shoulders to hide them and pushed her way into the Inn.

Bellatrix Black was easy to spot amongst the unsavory crowd and Gwen made her way over quickly, sinking into the seat across from her fellow Slytherin and folding her hands on the table. “I don’t understand why we couldn’t have met there.” Gwen grumbled, shooting a patron whose gaze lingered for too long a nasty glare. “Sure the Three Broomsticks is more crowded, but at least it’s clean.” 

[gwendolyn-goyle]

quentin-crabbe‌:

He rolled his eyes. Of course Gwen would chop it up to aesthetics. Though he supposed she did have a point with it. Compared to the rest of the castle, this was the most likely place for a stereotypical Slytherin to hang out. And while Quentin definitely belonged in his house, he certainly wasn’t as dark and brooding as some of his housemates. Neither was Gwen for that matter though. In fact, the Syltherin’s he got along best with didn’t really fit the bill for what would be expected. Though he couldn’t quite see them in any other house either. Except possibly Ravenclaw for Gwen, but that was only because she was naturally pretty smart. 

“And run into everything that lives in the lake?” He raised an eyebrow to the girls suggestion. “No thanks.” He scoffed. Quentin didn’t doubt that there would be ways to get away from the creatures who lived in the lake, he would just prefer not to piss them off. He also wasn’t the best “And don’t act like you’d be more than thrilled to go for a swim either, it’d probably ruin your outfit.” He teased her. “Anyway, I doubt something like that would actually happen.” A lot had already happened that year, to much if you asked him. He found it hard to believe that anything worse could possibly happen at the school, especially before the end of the year. The only thing he really worried about was if something happened next year after he graduated.   

Gwen wrinkled her nose at the thought of swimming in the Black Lake with the creatures she’d seen swim past the Common Room windows over the years. It certainly wasn’t her idea of a good time. “A simple drying charm might save them.” She retorted, though she knew that was a lie. The delicate fabrics of any of her outfits aside from her school uniforms would be ruined if submerged in the lake. Not that she would even wear the school uniforms if they took a dip in that water. “My hair would never recover though.” The very thought making her scalp tingle uncomfortably and she ran a hand over her perfect locks. 

Quentin was right, it was an unlikely scenario. Gwen enjoyed following the trail of thought in such a wild direction, however, as it was more fun than the whispers of Death Eaters, the war, and the future of pureblood society that plagued the Common Room this year. And the betrothals. Gwen could swear everyone had gotten engaged all at once. Everyone but her anyway. “It would be nice if nothing happened for a change.” She grumbled, pushing away thoughts of attacks, responsibilities, and the future. 

[gwendolyn-goyle]

dclohovs‌:

“Potions essay? How dull — I was hoping I’d caught you with some kind of long, lyrical love letter, Goyle.” Antonin pulled a face. “You misspelled dittany, by the way.”  

Gwen’s smile disappeared as her hand shot out quickly in an attempt to take back the essay. “Some of us have better things to do than read the dictionary.” Her pride injured, Gwen supposed the reminder that her parents still hadn’t managed a betrothal hurt worse than the presumption of her lack of intelligence.  

[gwendolyn-goyle]

dclohovs‌:

“Dropped it?” Antonin looked positively blasé at the words. “Too bad. I’m keeping it.” 

A slow smile tugged at Gwen’s lips and she held out her hand. “Very funny, Antonin. Give it back. Besides, you’re better at potions than I am. What would you even do with my essay, turn it in for me?”   

[gwendolyn-goyle]

itsalectxcarrxw‌:

It had been quite a bit of time since she had last played with some prey. Her eyes catching sight upon a lone first year within the corridor, Alecto’s eyes lit up as she stalked towards them, a coy smirk upon her lips as she tilted her head to ask sweetly, “Didn’t your older years teach you to never be alone, little firstie?” 

Gwen watched Alecto approach the first year warily. Torturing first years was so third year and she wondered when the Carrows would grow out of their sadistic hobbies. Honestly, there were better things to do. Still, when the Auror rounded the corner, Gwen figured she ought to be a good housemate and step in. “There you are!” She called brightly, looping her arm through Alecto’s. “Walk with me?” Gwen asked, her gaze darting pointedly toward the Auror watching them.  

[gwendolyn-goyle]

opheliaxorpington‌:

Ophelia shook her head, momentarily distracted by the  memories and thoughts of the attack and the days immediately following it. That had been a very difficult time, and she was glad things had returned to normal - or something close to normal anyway. But she shook the thoughts off, laughing at the thought of Gwen in Auror training. “I’m sure you haven’t. Neither have I, although I want to do something other than sit around at home all day.” She wasn’t likely to be included in pureblood society anymore, with two halfblood siblings and a Muggleborn stepmother. She couldn’t say that she was upset about it either.

Her eyes moved sharply to Gwen at the mention of Mr. Bones’s attack; it had been so long ago that she’d really forgotten about it, but that made sense. “Bitten by an acromantula? You’re right, I can’t believe he survived that. He must be very strong.” Though she kept her tone disbelieving, she was rather impressed; she wouldn’t want an old friend to start questioning her though. Ophelia was selfish but she didn’t have many friends anymore, and didn’t want to lose the few she had. “Oh, certainly. I feel like I’d be pretty dashing with a scar from an acromantula bite though, don’t you think?” 

I want to do something other than sit around at home all day. It was comments such as these that reminded Gwen that Ophelia was far from the girl she had been when they first became friends so many years ago. There was once a time they had giggled together dreaming of the parties they might go to someday when they were older, just as most pureblood girls did. Though Gwen supposed Ophelia’s fall from the graces of pureblood society limited her potential to snag an advantageous marriage, one that would be necessary to restore her chances at living out those childhood dreams. She wondered if Ophelia had merely resigned herself to her new fate, or if she had found it better in some way. “You know there’s more to it than sitting around.” Gwen muttered, glancing at her shoes as they walked.

“Maybe, but it’s taken a toll on him.” Gwen said, glancing at her friend with the sort of gleam in her eye she only had when gossiping. “His injury is only part of it, if you watch closely he looks dead-tired, and I swear he has more grey in his hair than he did when he first arrived.” Her grin faded quickly, however, at Ophelia’s remark. “You’re joking, right?” 

[gwendolyn-goyle]

quentin-crabbe‌:

Rolling his eyes, knowing that Gwen wouldn’t just say something if she didn’t believe it. She might’ve kept up with the gossip that went around the castle, but he knew that she was smart enough to decipher what was true and what wasn’t. It was part of the reason why he was happy that he didn’t have to deal with it, preferring to get filtered information through the girl. It wasn’t as if Quentin was particularly gullible, but he also had a difficult time telling which rumor was too far-fetched to be true. For a moment he thought back to his first year, before Gwen had been able to come to school, and all of the silly things he’d believed. Mostly he believed it because people would always be so serious when they spoke of it. 

“Finally.” He laughed, following her out. Quickly he caught up to her, slinging an arm around her shoulders. It was something harmless, and he refused to change how he acted with her just because some people liked to believe that it meant they should be together. Gwen was basically his younger sister, and he was betrothed to someone else anyway. “I would just like to know why Salazar put the common room in the dungeon in the first place! Like if the steps out of here were to collapse for some reason, we’d all be trapped! There are so many things that could go wrong with this poor set up if you think about it.”  

Gwen felt a small smile tug at her lips as Quentin slug his arm over her shoulders in that all too familiar, chummy way. Her arm easily wrapped around his waist in turn, their strides matching as they made their way down the cold stone corridors of the dungeons. He was as much her brother as her actual brother was, having been her very best friend since as far back as her memory could span. Having him around made up for her brother not returning to Hogwarts with her that year, though the thought of Quentin and Lucius not returning with her next year was a depressing thought she’d rather not dwell on.

“Aesthetic, I’d say.” Gwen mused, happy to think about something much more amusing. “From the stories it sounds as if Salazar was the dark, brooding type. And nothing says ‘go away and leave me alone’ like dungeons submerged underwater.” Quentin’s concern over the safety of the dungeons perhaps wasn’t as amusing as he’d meant it to be, however, as dungeons weren’t often designed with escape in mind. “I hope you know the Bubble-Head Charm, because escape out the window might be the best solution and it’s a bit of a swim.” She teased. 

[gwendolyn-goyle]

quentin-crabbe‌:

Quentin couldn’t help but let out a loud groan as she grabbed his sleeve and dragged him along with her. While it should’ve been expected, part of him wished that she would have simply left him waiting for her in the common room. “Pockets? Well you should’ve just started with that as it makes all the difference.” He rolled his eyes. Truthfully he didn’t understand what the big deal was about having pockets. They always seemed to be carrying around purses, so he didn’t see why they complained about not having pockets in everything they wore. 

He had stayed by the door, not wanting to be caught actually in the room in case someone else came in. While most people knew that they were purely friends, he still didn’t want anyone trying to make jokes about them. “Seriously?” He sighed. The Aurors were a pain in the ass, he found himself thankful that he didn’t actually know any of them that well. It made them easier to avoid when they didn’t know who he was. “Exactly,” He smiled, “Which is exactly where we are going to go. Once we find it.” He laughed, figuring that the exploring would be nice and useful. “You ready to go?” 

“That’s what I’ve heard, anyway. I can’t say I keep careful tabs on their rounds though.” Gwen replied, flipping her hair free of her cloak so her blonde curls spilled over her shoulders. Truth be told, the Aurors were nothing more than a new source of gossip, and one that was quickly becoming old news at that. Really, they hadn’t been very useful thus far, and were becoming something of a nuisance as students weren’t even allowed out of the castle anymore. Sneaking out past them was just reasonable retaliation at this point, a protest if anything. Flashing Quentin a bright smile, Gwen nodded. “Ready.”

Leaving her dormitory, Gwen glanced around for any prying eyes. It wasn’t as if she cared if her housemates saw her leaving dressed for the outdoors, as they’d hardly tattle on her anyway. No, unsavory rumors about leaving her dorm with Quentin at her side were much more damning and she didn’t feel like hexing anyone today. Over their many years of friendship, Gwen had endured the jokes and teasing, as well as the questions. And though she’d assured everyone countless times that Quentin was not her type, that hardly stopped the more mean-spirited students. Their fellow Slytherins were not above stirring up trouble now and then, and trouble was much more easy to come by now that Quentin’s betrothal was final. “Come on, let’s get out of here.” Gwen said, heading back toward the Common Room. “I’m sick of this dungeon.” 

[gwendolyn-goyle]

quentin-crabbe‌:

He just shook his head, laughing a bit as the girl agreed. “A new cloak?” He raised an eyebrow. Not that he should have been surprised, as she always appeared to have a new something or another. All of them looked rather similar to him, and each just as nice as the last. Truthfully he didn’t see the need to replace things so often if they were still in good condition. But he also knew that having so many clothes was important to the blonde, so he gave up on making fun of her about it a long time ago. Out of all their fights, he’d quickly learned that fighting over clothes was the most useless. 

“You’re probably right about that.” He sighed, knowing that she would take a few minutes to find the right shoes. He didn’t understand what was wrong with the shoes she was currently wearing, and he wasn’t about to ask. “The forest is probably the least boring.” They would need something interesting to keep them occupied. He didn’t care for plants, or Quidditch enough to bother going there.  

“Yes Quentin, a new cloak.” Gwen said, grabbing his sleeve and pulling him along toward her dormitory. “My mum saw it when she was in Paris for a shopping trip with some of her friends and picked it up for me, it’s so pretty. And before you ask, yes, it’s actually warm and has pockets, so it’s much better than my last one.” Gwen knew Quentin had no true appreciation for fashion, but he would certainly be glad to hear she wouldn’t be asking for his cloak or for him to carry something of hers on their trip down to the forest as she often did. She’d be sure to show the cloak to Daisy when she was looking to gush about how gorgeous it was later.

Letting go of Quentin’s sleeve, Gwen cracked open the door to her dorm and peeked to see if anyone else was there. Finding it empty, she pushed the door open and propped it so she could still talk to Quentin as she rummaged through her truck. “Forest it is.” She agreed happily, pulling out a pair of boots that certainly weren’t suitable for the mud of the forest, but were better than the flats she was already wearing. “We’ll have to watch out for Aurors all the way down to the tree line. I hear their rounds cover the grounds as well.” Gwen informed Quentin as she pulled her new cloak over her shoulders and changed her shoes. “But they obviously can’t be everywhere, right?” 

[gwendolyn-goyle]

emmyvance‌:

WHO: Emmeline Vance & anyone  WHERE: The Great Hall WHEN: Right after the Quidditch match, on Saturday, March 11th

With a red-and-gold top hat on her head, Emmeline pouted at the Gryffindor table. She had not bothered to stick around after the match – it was bloody and the other Gryffindors around her were annoyed. Instead, she had made her way to the kitchens to grab a bowl of oatmeal before heading to bed. Emmeline wasn’t in the mood for celebrating, and she hadn’t eaten all day due to pre-game festivities. Grouchy was an understatement for how she was feeling. Her spoon clanged against the porcelain bowl as she felt a light touch on her arm. Without looking up, Emmeline groaned. “Are you here to pour some liquor in my oatmeal? I’m not interested, if you’re not.” 

Gwen sighed as she stepped into the kitchens, relishing the warm air as she was positively chilled to the bone after the match. She was nearly convinced someone had cursed her at birth to always be cold, finding that even on relatively warm days she was often shivering. Sitting out in the rain, however, was likely to make her ill. A point she had argued with Madame Pomfrey at the Hospital Wing, but she would hardly give Gwen a Pepperup Potion when she wasn’t yet sick, so Gwen decided a warm cup of tea and maybe some soup would be the best she could do for now.

“Don’t be daft, Vance. If I had any liquor handy, you really think I’d waste it on your oatmeal?” Gwen said, settling in at the table and waiting for the House-elves to put together something for her to eat. “You can’t seriously be that upset about the match, it’s just a game.” She said, folding her hands on the table and leaning forward to peer at the other girl quizzically. “Oh Merlin, you really are that upset, aren’t you?” 

[gwendolyn-goyle]

quentin-crabbe‌:

The girl had a point, the attacks already felt like a thing of the past as the castle had almost gone back to normal already. Though it hadn’t quite as there were still a great deal of aurors lingering around. It was something that most likely should have bothered him, but it didn’t. Truthfully he didn’t mind them, probably because he didn’t ever do anything to draw attention to himself. Quentin preferred to be laid back and let others take the spot light, it kept a weight off of his shoulders. Even though his family would have preferred for him to take a bit more initiative, they were thankful he wasn’t drawing attention to himself. 

Quentin shook his head, but there was a smile on himself. Pushing himself out of his seat before he spoke. “Well don’t complain to me if it’s cold.” He huffed, knowing fully well that was exactly what the girl was going to do. But if it was something he really minded then he wouldn’t of suggested it. The boy was far to adjusted to listening to Gwen complain to be bothered by it. “Though we may not get very far, unless we try and sneak past the aurors.” He smirked, knowing fully well that it most likely wouldn’t work but willing to try it any way. At least it would give them something to do.  

Gwen felt her smile widen as Quentin rose to his feet and she eagerly jumped up next to him, feeling rather victorious for convincing him to entertain her for a little while. She’d certainly had many years of practice at doing so, and had gotten rather good at it if she did say so herself. “I won’t!” She said brightly, though they both knew it was a lie. Gwen found she was always cold and if she was suffering it only felt right to inform Quentin of that fact. “Oh, I’ll bring my new cloak! It’s warmer than my old one and so much prettier.” She’d been eager to wear it for days now, but as they hadn’t been allowed outside of the castle, Gwen hadn’t had a chance to just yet.

“The Aurors are practically useless.” Gwen countered, rolling her eyes. “Sneaking past them should be easy enough.” How many dark wizards had roamed the castle and its grounds this year, right under their noses? Well, if they could manage it, Gwen figured she and Quentin could as well. Really, how hard could it be? “Are we going down to the forrest, the greenhouses, or the pitch? I need to know which shoes to wear.” 

[gwendolyn-goyle]

opheliaxorpington‌:

“I don’t think they ever plan on letting us out again,” Ophelia said with another scowl over her shoulder. “Which isn’t fair, since Glenda was returned and there’s no sign of that crazy Auror.” Her expression turned thoughtful at the question and she tried to remember if she’d heard anything about the Auror training. “Surely they have physical training as part of all of it, don’t you think? They must do it. Mr. Bones gets a pass, because he was injured, right? A long time ago now but he’s getting older, maybe it just takes him longer to heal now.” 

“Yeah. That crazy Auror. I can’t believe she got away.” Gwen agreed, hoping she sounded convincing. Charlotte Fawley was crazy, but not for her beliefs. She was crazy for thinking that she could attack a group of students and escape the fortress of the castle untouched. Gwen thought Charlotte had been incredibly lucky to get away as she had and wondered who in the castle had helped her. She certainly hadn’t, safe and sound in her dorm, getting her beauty rest after the dance.

“I’ve heard as much, but can’t say I’ve given much thought to Auror training. It’s definitely not for me.” Gwen said, her nose wrinkling at the thought. It was hard job, a dirty job, and hardly suitable for a pureblooded lady such as herself. “They say he was attacked by a hoard of Acromantulas in the Forbidden Forest.” Gwen leaned in, her voice lowering as she reiterated the old piece of gossip. “Bellatrix even said he’d been bitten by one. I’d say he’s lucky enough to be alive.” It was said Acromantula venom was nearly impossible to fully purge from your system, and Gwen wasn’t surprised Mr. Bones still seem to be afflicted. “You can see why I have no interest in the job, right?” 

[gwendolyn-goyle]

opheliaxorpington‌:

Who: Ophelia & open Where: on the castle grounds When: sometime in the right date range mid afternoon

“All I did was go for a walk. God, you’d think I was trying to run off into the Forbidden Forest with the way that little Auror chased me down.” Huffing, Ophelia hitched her bag higher on her shoulder and continued her quick walk back toward the castle, aware of the Auror watching her from a distance. “I just wanted some bloody fresh air, is that a crime?” 

“How long are they going to lock us in that wretched castle?” Gwen complained, walking beside her old friend. “She sure was fast though, surprising considering at how short her legs are, but maybe it’s part of Auror training?” She asked, tipping her head at the thought. “Now that I think of it, I see that one Auror running outside now and then. You know, the one whose partner outed all of those Grindelwald supporters on Valentine’s Day? He seems fast, too. But then again, Mr. Bones has been limping around for months, I don’t think he’d be much good at running anywhere right now.”  

[gwendolyn-goyle]

quentin-crabbe‌:

Quentin held back a few comments he wanted to make in order to end her smugness. Though he had a feeling it would only increase it, so he didn’t even bother. Trying to argue with Gwen usually didn’t turn out well in his favor which was why he tried to avoid it as much as he could. One would think that with all the time he spent with her, he would have figured out something to give him the upper hand. The boy was fairly positive it was the opposite though. She was the one who always seemed to have the upper hand when it came to quick-witted conversations. Truthfully he didn’t mind too much though, knowing he had other strengths.

“Well all the attacks might have to do with that,” He shrugged. “But that’s just a silly guess.” Waving it off, even though he was probably right. The increase in attacks outside and even inside the castle definitely changed the mood of the castle this year. “Of course I’m the one who’s going to have to come up with something to do though.” Quentin sighed. “What’s there to really do though? We’re too old to pick on first years anymore, I suppose we could always figure out a way to get out of this castle. Don’t know what we’d do, but it’s an option.” 

Gwen shrugged at the mention of the attacks. She supposed they could be blamed for the dark mood of the castle, but she couldn’t see why it was taking everyone so long to get over it. Those who remained standing were still in one piece, weren’t they? And it wasn’t like the pureblooded students had anything to worry about, anyway. “It’s been ages since the last attack, you’d think people would get over it by now.” Her eyes widened pointedly, her annoyance at the pessimism around them obvious. 

“Well duh, that’s why I came to you.” Gwen said, grinning at her friend. If she’d known what to do to entertain herself, she wouldn’t have sought out his company in the first place. Besides, Gwen did so much better following directions than making decisions. Lucius was certainly the best at coming up with fun things to do, but as he was off doing who knows what, and in his absence Gwen trusted Quentin to think of something for them to do. “I love that idea.” She said, brightening and sitting up a bit straighter in her seat. “I’ve had enough of this place, I don’t even mind going outside.” Gwen wasn’t one to spend much time out and about in nature, unless it was at a garden party, but she was bored enough that even wandering the grounds sounded thrilling. How pathetically bored she was.