#67broomstick

[firecrackerpond]

Oi!

What are you doing?

[slytherinwithmedarling-blog]

Grow a Pair || Irene and Dean

Irene was still a bit fucked up after her and Jo's "ode to her brother". She was smiling, and had tried to cover it up. But she had a mission. That mission was to get Dean Winchester to grow a pair of fucking testicles and NOT let Jo go on the date with Gabe. 

She walked up to him at the Great Hall and slapped him in the face. "First off, that's for all the bad shit you've said about me. Second, I'm lying I could care less. It was for the fact that JO HARVELLE HAS A FUCKING CRUSH ON YOU AND YOU'RE LETTING HER GO ON A DAMN DATE THING WITH GABE?! C'mon now, there's something not right about that. Grow a pair of testicles and ask out the girl already." 

[67chevy-broomstick]

Owl to Headmaster Shurley

Headmaster-

I'm at home, we've got things under control. Sam's caught a muggle disease called chicken pox. It's not serious, but Dad won't let him come back til he's better. I'll hang around to take care of him as long as I can, but they're gonna force me to come back soon. 

-Dean 

Dean tossed his owl out the window of his brother's bedroom before returning to the chair by his bedside. He alternated between watching the sleeping form in the bed, and the sky outside. He knew Chevy would take a while to reach Hogwarts, but he was still a bit anxious about what the Headmaster would reply- if he replied at all. 

[67chevy-broomstick]

Hiatus: Dean and Sam are currently away visiting their dad.

They left in the middle of the night via Dean's flying car. No one knows when to expect them back.

[67chevy-broomstick]

Owl to Bela

Bela- 

I'm going home taking off for a couple weeks. Thought you might want to should know. 

-Dean.

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Dean didn't know why he was writing to tell her. But after the other day in his dorm room, it just felt like the right thing to do. He held the parchment against the stone wall of the owlry as he scrawled the messy note. He hadn't planned out what to say beforehand, like Sam no doubt would have. Now it was messy with crossouts and blots, but whatever. He secured it to the leg of his owl- a somewhat weathered Western Screech, before carrying the bird to a window and casting it off. In a few powerful wing beats she was beyond the visibility of the window, and he started back down the stairs. 

[67chevy-broomstick]

Family trouble || Dean and Headmaster Chuck

Dean hustled down yet another staircase on his way to find the headmaster. He narrowly avoided tripping on the last few steps as he rushed toward the office he'd spent so much time being reprimanded in. \/isible in his hand was a crumpled piece of parchment, his father's penmanship was crammed tight over both sides. 

He'd been so focussed trying to work out the password as he jogged, he didn't even see Headmaster Chuck outside the gargoyle which lead to his office- a collision was just narrowly avoided. 

[67chevy-broomstick]

Where the fuck is Irene.

I have some words for that bitch and they ain't friendly.

[67chevy-broomstick]

As if I would be caught dead riding that stupid train.