“hey, melinoë. i was just wondering if you wanted to switch shifts for–” warren started. he had bounded off to find the slytherin when he found out that he had been scheduled for a shift during the gobstones club meeting. most prefects hated doing midnight rounds, so he had set off to find the person scheduled for them that night. truth be told, melinoë scared him just a little bit. she had beautiful, doll-like features, but merlin, sometimes he felt like he was speaking to a machine when they interacted.
so when he saw two tiny melinoës standing in front of her, he got a little bit distracted. “wait, do you have siblings?” he asked, raising a brow as he looked from melinoë to theodore to peony to back to melinoë. he straightened himself up a little bit to introduce himself, “hello there. i don’t think we’ve met. i’m warren klemens, the fifth year prefect for gryffindor.”
seeing three pairs of eyes staring at him like he had intruded had somehow not deterred warren from speaking.
at the sight of warren, melinoë kept an expressionless face despite the growing urge to frown at the intrusion. “no, these are just random first years i picked up in the great hall,” she started, voice dripping with sarcasm. of course the slytherin knew she couldn’t, more like shouldn’t, get snippy with the gryffindor---he didn’t know she had these two pests. not many people outside of the pure-blood community had, after all. but nevertheless it didn’t stop her. “we were discussing matters that do not pertain to you, and they were just---” peony cut in, flashing a teasing grin towards her sister before turning to warren. “i’m peony, and that’s theodore. you must be that nerd our sister complains about with margaery. can’t say i disagree with them now that i’ve seen you.” she was loud, at least much louder than melinoë ever had been, while theodore just nodded along with what his twin had said ( at least he was being quiet ).
gripping her siblings’ shoulders tightly---but not too tight, just enough to make sure they understood she wasn’t joking, she wanted them to behave. it wasn’t as if she had done it for warren’s benefit, no---she couldn’t care less about that aspect, as rude as it sounded. it looked bad for the nott name; if one of them acted up publicly, they all paid some consequence. it wasn’t theodore sr the eldest of three worried about, it was pansy. she was firm, a machiavellian goddess ready to smite you with her eight inch stilettos. she was reverential. and melinoë adored her, so much so that she nearly felt bad for taking after her father’s stoic ways. especially now her grandfather had been able to escape; the nott’s have had ministry visits, her father wrote in a letter, and she wondered why they haven’t mentioned it prior. why didn’t they give her time to get prepared? to help prepare theo and peony? before the dark-haired witch spoke again however, politely stressing to warren that he would do better if he moved along and forgot she even had siblings, theodore jr said something unexpected. it was a bit rushed, as if he didn’t want either sister to understand what he was saying, but it was clear as day: “do you know when gobstones club auditions are?”
peony gave a look of disgust---her twin didn’t just ask a nerd when one of the nerdiest clubs was having tryouts! if anything, warren was probably the president of the forsaken activity, peony bitterly thought not putting it past the seemingly overenthusiastic gryffindor. not even melinoë could keep her emotionless face in tact as the phrase ‘gobstones club’ came from her brother’s mouth. part of her felt proud that he was clinging to some backbone, asking for what he wanted to know despite peony being against it. it wasn’t healthy for them to be attached at the hip like they were, and it gave her a sickening reminder of what could happen if they continued without growing into their own people: they could become like raziela and archibald. that was the LAST thing melinoë wanted, even if every adult in their community thought the lestrange-rowle arrangement ( it wasn’t even an official arrangement, either ) was the crème de la crème---only a select few saw the duo for what they truly were: spawns of satan intertwined. “theo! you CAN’T be serious! i am NOT joining that ridiculous excuse of a club, not even if YOU do.” melinoë watched in a mix of annoyance and amusement as the young witch relentlessly went on, going as far as accusingly jabbing a slim finger in warren’s direction. “and you! who do you even think you are? just because you have a prefect badge doesn’t mean you can waltz up to us when we were talking. we didn’t ask for an introduction, we didn’t want one! and now all of a sudden MY brother is asking about your loser club? as if--” mel’s grip tightening even more on peony, silently asking for her to reel it in. thankfully, she did, and melinoë finally got a word in.
“warren,” her tone was stressed---almost... PLEADING for this to end swiftly. “tell my brother when and where the auditions or whatever you have for the club are before i tell headmistress mcgonagall you were upsetting them.” because peony was a brat and nobody, especially not mel, had time for it. even if warren had to be threatened someway.
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