Gwenog Jones

Gwenog Jones || sixteen years old || hufflepuff || fifth year “You are a hurricane of a girl; remember to breathe every once in a while, do not drown within your own storm.” - Emma Bleker

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reecespiecxs​:

“I dobut it could be all you anyway.” Reece offered. “Everyone in our house… hell the whole of Hogwarts knows Hestia and Amos are problematic favourites, no one knows if they’re gonna get married or get a restraining order.” Fishing into her cloak Reece produced a pack of cigarettes and looked over at Gwenog for approval. “Mind if I smoke? Some people really hate it.” She’d wait politely until Gwen ave the okay, but had already began sliding one out of the packet, you know just incase. “Ah not much, same old same old. Ash Greengrass is shagging around, Dorcas Meadoes is also shagging around, Black family blew up over summer and apprently Slughorn is having something with one of the teachers.” Reece hadn’t thought she was fond of gossip, but Rita’s column had relly been making her laugh since she’d gotten back. “It’s quite the scandal at the moment Jonesey.”

Gwen smiled slightly at the reassurance. She needed it since a small voice in her head was trying to convince her otherwise. “A restraining order.” She looked to the sky, “It better be a restraining order.” Looking over, Gwen shrugged, and nodded her head as an ‘okay’ to answer her question before she settled in to hear the gossip. “Gross. Who would want to get with Slughorn?” Gwen didn’t even like being a part of the Slug club, she couldn’t imagine which teacher would want to shack up with him. Still, she wanted to know more. 

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hestia-jonesy​:

“I’m not sure I knew, but I kind of hoped” Hestia replied. She didn’t know what to say next. It was like treading on eggshells. Hestia could almost feel the tension in the air. She didn’t want to the say the wrong thing but she didn’t know what the right thing was either. At the end of the day, neither of them could undo what had happened. All they could do was move past it. After all, she owed it to Amos, she’d chosen Gwen over him, and that meant she had to make this work or else what was this all for. 

“I’m sorry for..” Hestia trailed off. She didn’t know how to do this. “It’s just…been hard.” Hestia didn’t want to make it look like she blamed Gwenog. Yes, she had caused a significant amount of their problems, but Amos didn’t handle things perfectly either. 

“You always comes first” Hestia added “You know that right?” 

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"Really?” Gwen chewed on the inside of her cheek, a nervous tick she had developed as a young girl. Why her anger was mixing with this nervous energy was beyond her. Talking with her sister had never been this difficult till that jerk got between them. She was quiet for a little while, sitting in the silence as she tossed a question around in her head. Gwen wanted to ask, but she knew the answer and she wasn’t sure she wanted to hear the reason verbalized. “Then why didn’t you talk to me? ” 

“No-don’t... you don’t-” Gwenog cringed a little, even hearing Hestia apologize felt wrong, but when she tried to actually say it, her mouth dried. The younger Jones had to remind herself of the situation, She fell for the enemy. 

“I thought that,” Her anger blistering again, "but I still don’t understand. Why him of all people, Hestia?” Gwen had asked the question a hundred times but she still didn’t understand. She couldn’t possibly understand.

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bellaxblack​:

Spending time out on the grounds had become a habit recently, even when the weather was starting to get colder. The fresh air was nice and it allowed her to settle into her own thoughts rather than struggle to find silence in the Slytherin common room. This time of the day though, there was always a fair few other students out but most were packing up their things to go back inside before curfew. So she was a bit surprised when she stumbled upon the younger Jones sister. “I don’t see how it’s any of your business why I’m out here,” She replied harshly, her opinion of Hestia already stemming down to Gwenog.

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Gwen cursed herself. Damn Hufflepuff, she thought. There was very little she hated more than when she let the little badger within her worm its way to the surface. Gwen studied the girl next to her, her smile fading and her nostrils flaring at the tone she heard in Bellatrix’s response. "Lord, you’re fun.” She shook her head, “Your business is your own, I suppose, but if it doesn’t impede on ‘your business’ I’m still going to sit here and enjoy this sunset.” Gwen looked back at the colors in the sky, wondering why they seemed like the only thing left that she liked about this place.

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reecespiecxs​:

“A bit of both.” Reece answered honestly shooting Gwen a playful smile as she took a seat next to her fellow Hufflepuff. “Came looking for you actually, wanted to check to see if the rumours were true.” She began, plucking at a blade of grass and playing with it in her hands. Her and Gwen were not close but they got on well enough, probably to do with her last name and what prospects it brought, but outside of Cassie, Stan and Aaaron what was new really. “You finally break them up then Jones or was it a mutual reason?” She asked with an eyebrow raised. “Diggory was in a weirdly happy mood yesterday then I read the paper and found out he was single, wonder now if the two were linked.”

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Gwen smiled as Reece took a seat beside her. She didn’t get along with everyone in the house, but the girl beside her was friendly enough and didn’t seem to judge Gwen on her previous blow ups like a good number of other people in their house. At least, not to her face. However, when Reece asked about the rumors, a sour taste swelled in her mouth. A taste she swallowed quickly and tried to cover with a chuckled, “I’m sure people will blame it all on me, but honestly, I’m not really sure and I don’t really care. I’m just glad she’s not weighed down by that guy anymore.” She shrugged and turned her body to face Reece better, fishing for a topic to talk about that wouldn’t ruin her peaceful day with another flare up. “What else did you read in the paper? Anything good?” 

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wittybeauty​:

{Open starter}

Being the responsible friend was tough. Especially when you were a Gryffindor. In fact, with the overwhelming amount of reckless students in her house, she was often the designated sober friend. So, on a Saturday morning, it made sense she was one of the only ones awake at such an early time.  Aurora tended to be at breakfast the second it was ready, finishing any extra work, or simply enjoying the morning. She was surprised, however when a figure sat in front of her. “Good morning, care for some pumpkin juice?” She asked, handing them a cup.

Gwen was a mess. She had been up most of the night/morning reading for an assignment she had completely forgotten about till she was all snuggled up in  bed. At some point -five hours into her desperate reading frenzy- she realized that breakfast was open. The thought of eating before a huge rush of students infiltrated the great hall was reason enough for her to get herself somewhat together and make her way there. 

When she arrived and noticed the emptiness of the hall, it finally dawned on her what day it was... With a heavy sign, Gwen plopped down across from Aurora and accepted the glass of pumpkin juice, downing it like she had seen her father chug mead. “You are a hero.” She smiled, trying to forget about the last hours she’d wasted. “But I have to ask, why on earth are you up so early?” 

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hestia-jonesy​:

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Hestia sighed as she headed in to the Hufflepuff common room. It had been another long day. Rita had been spreading gossip more than usual. As much as Hestia tried to avoid listening to it. It was an impossible task. Especially when that latest gossip was about her. She was so sick of people whispering when she walk past. What hurt more though is that Rita seemed to have just assumed Amos was in the wrong. She wanted to shout at everyone who had been whispering about him. Tell them how wrong they were. It wasn’t his fault. He hadn’t done anything wrong. As for the rumours about him and Doe, as much as it made her heart ache, she wasn’t surprised he’d already found someone to have a bit of fun with. He always had been more experienced than her, and he was well within his rights to act on any of the attention he got.

Hestia didn’t notice Gwenog at first. She was sat at a table in the corner. Hestia looked over at her, debating what to do. She was still so hurt by everything her sister had caused, but she was still her family. Hestia just needed to put her feelings to the side, her and Amos were never getting back together, so what did it matter now. Maybe it was time to call a truce between them. She slowly walked over to her, nerves starting to kick in. 

“Hey” Hestia said softly as she sat down opposite her sister. “So we should probably call a truce right- I’ve missed you Gwen.” It wasn’t a lie, as much as she was angry with her, she’d missed her like crazy. 

As she sat at a small table -her back towards the large fireplace for warmth- Gwenog picked at a stray piece of grass that had wedged its way between the hinge on her reading glasses. When she first saw her sister walk into the corridor her gut reaction was a small jolt of excitement that was quickly doused. In its place grew annoyance. Her jaw tightened and she quickly threw her glasses on before diving into the book in front of her. She wanted to just ignore the other girl, but that was difficult when Hestia’s presence could brighten any room they were in. Gwenog had always admired her sister’s sweet nature, and her ability to bring a calming aura to her chaotic emotions. Family could do that. They would always be sisters and Gwen didn’t want that to change, but a wound had been festering and -at this point- she told herself that she was perfectly fine letting it rot. After all, they had barely spoken in a while.

When Hestia sat down across from her, Gwen physically straightened. The younger girl simply nodded her head in recognition. A small huff bubbled in her chest, when Hestia continued, “Well, I’ve missed you all Summer, but you probably already knew that.” She flipped a page for dramatic effect as she tried to taper the roiling in her stomach. As much as she wanted to make nice, she couldn’t just forget the hurt feelings. The hurt she had possibly helped create, and the hurt that lingered in her chest. 

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open || just outside the castle || before curfew

Gwen lounged on the ground. Her slender fingers picking at the fine blades of grass as she watched the sun tuck behind the trees. Different shades from yellow to blue and everything in between accented the sky beautifully. She was certain she had learned why the sky changed colors, but all she really cared about was how serene the picture before her looked. With no one around, it almost felt like the sky had dressed up just for her. 

Even Gwen felt somewhat peaceful in the moment. Today, had tested her patience, but she was impressed with her ability to argue at a relatively normal volume. Not that she was trying to work on her anger management, but Brodie had promised her a butterbeer their next Hogsmead trip if she actually tried to keep her emotions in check and that was motivation enough. When Gwen noticed a person moving in the corner of her eye, her repressed but stubborn Hufflepuff nature wiggled its way to the surface, “It’s beautiful, yah? All them colors just hanging out up there.” She dusted the dirt and grass off her hands, “So what are you out here for? Trouble? Peace and quiet? A bit of both?”

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Gwenog Jones -- “Treat me like a joke and I’ll leave you like it’s funny.”