#dawnmwithey

[kingsrustedcrown-blog]

the queen of clubs;   D A W N      W I T H E Y

♔ King’s Court - 19/20     

         “You’re woundin’ my ego over here, Withey. You used to seem right into it. Have you found a better arse?”   

         “There’s lots of better ones, I reckon. But you’ll be okay. Still all those fans out there for ya’.”

@dawnmwithey

[aliceprewett-blog1]

Hen Party | Drabble

July 15, 1979

Alice Prewett had fully anticipated spending her final full weekend as a Prewett doing nothing but finishing details for the wedding, but her friends clearly had other intentions for her. Though she’d considered staying the weekend at Frank’s, and what would soon be her flat, Hestia had lured her in with wine and cookies and one last weekend being together. And really, considering how she was so abruptly leaving her best friend to take over their home on her own, how could Alice refuse her anything? 

Friday night had gone so lovely, night curled up in their living room, going over old memories, getting lightly buzzed, and munching on snacks until, curled up together on the floor, they fell asleep. 

Waking up, Alice had anticipated a day of packing and cleaning perhaps. Instead, Hestia and herself made a spot of breakfast, and her dearest friend ushered her out for an errand of sorts. 

The errand, it turned out, was a day at the spa. Giggling, Alice agreed to as much, though she pointed out that such a trip would be best for next Saturday. After a full body deep tissue massage, Alice made her way out to the area where she was meant to meet Hestia for pedicure and manicures, only to find the room filled with every one of her bridesmaids waiting for her. 

Many a hug and hellos later, all seven girls found themselves being made over, sharing stories and laughs until all of their nails were in perfect shape once more, and everyone received a refreshing facial and shoulder massages. 

Next, the women lead Alice to the beach, where they’d prepared a raft to float out into water, stocked with a lovely picnic basket filled with Amelia’s grans infamous pasta, wine, and fruit for lunch. The seven sailed out far enough into Tinworths beautiful waters to evade all those swimming and enjoying the day in order to sunbathe, and for Alice to finally tell the story she’d been itching to tell the girls. 

She’d begun from the start as they all sipped on wine, telling them of how she’d always had a sort of admiration for Frank that somewhere along the way had turned into something she hadn’t even recognized as being a crush. That it wasn’t until she entered the Auror Academy and saw Frank regularly that she realized there was something more there. 

That before they began working together, she knew they would be together one day, how it developed as they worked together. Growing day by day, like the most beautiful of flowers, slowly blooming into the most beautiful of the bush. How by Christmas, she knew she would love him until her dying day. 

Then, how they’d been mid-fight about something involving work when he, very abruptly, asked her to marry him. How she was so incredibly furious with him, and at that moment, near heartbroken in having to tell him no. 

Quickly, she moved forwards, onto the happier things of them promising one another July, and him speaking to her father, and then proposing once more while on a small vacation, and after destroying her in Gin Rummy, as per usual. 

Lunch came and went swiftly as her friends all grilled her with questions, digging for more information. By the time they decided to sail back to shore, Alice was positive she’d told them everything about her relationship minus one, very important story. The time she nearly died. For Alice, that particular one would remain in the vault, to protect her friends, and herself. 

By the time they reached shore, a familiar face greeted them, Marlene McKinnon. At first, Alice was rather worried she may make some sort of comment, particularly with the way she looked her over at first. But fortunately for her, Marlene seemed to have other things in mind for the day, and soon enough Alice found her clothing being changed and everyone was guided off to the next adventure.

Roller Derby. 

The adventure that followed was both painful and full of laughter once all of the women allowed themselves to relax and have fun with it. Many a bruises were earned, a little blood shed here and there, and Alice couldn’t remember feeling more alive nor more excited to live. The rush could rival that of dueling, something Alice thought to be impossible. 

Marlene made Alice promise to come do it again, in her normal joking sort of manner, but Alice had every intention to do just that. Not only to bond with Marlene more, but to indulge in the strange high the sport gave her. 

As the now group of eight left, Alice was rather looking forward to going home and crashing for the night -- but the girls had other ideas. Before she could attempt to invite them to spend the night at her and Hestia’s home for the night, they were dragging her off (after making her change into a rather flashy, non-Alice type of dress) to the Groovy Ghoul. A place she hadn’t been since Robert’s birthday, which she only briefly made an appearance at. 

What was to follow was what one would imagine of a hen party. More alcohol than Alice had consumed in her entire life, enough dancing to make her feet ache for days, a tiara marking her as the bride to be that Alice would hold onto in a secret spot to remember the day forever, and men who danced a little too provocatively and with a little too little in the way of clothing a little too closely to a very drunk Alice who could only giggle until she could no longer breathe many a time. 

The next morning, she would wake to a body that felt close to death, but for that night, Alice felt as though she were on top of the world, even if her heart ached for Frank to be with her. It filled her with so much love and light to know that even if Frank would become her husband, that she would always have so many people by her side to love and care for through the good times and bad. 

[benjysbandages-blog]

beach with dawn pls

Drabble List!

Beach: I’ll write a drabble of our characters at the beach together.

Benjy knew long ago that should they make it to this point, six months were well worth celebrating being together. While students may have celebrated one month, two month, and so on... it felt too time consuming to go that far as adults, in his opinion. However, the fact that summer was jam packed with the League, he’d also known that planning anything would have been far too risky. 

So the moment Dawn had informed him of the only game she had during the semi-finals, he’d let out a breath of relief. The weekend would already be difficult to work with, given Frank and Alice marrying the day after, but this was important to him as well. A reminder to Dawn that he was taking this seriously, even though as of late they’d barely had time together. Even going as far as using her work outs as ‘dates’ if only to be together for a couple of hours a day once in awhile when his schedule allowed for it. 

With every passing day, it was growing harder for him. Harder to hide the fact that he was part of something as dangerous as the Order. Harder for him to explain away the missing hours. Harder for him to not kiss her harder and hug her tighter, knowing he could come back injured if not worse. 

For this one day, however, he put all of that out of his mind, holding her hand as they walked down to the beach, having already coated one another in sunblock. Together they played in the water, racing with swimming (of which Benjy would like to point out, Dawn did not win every round), building castles, swimming more, until both were tired from the sun and headed back up to Tinworth. 

Together, they received a couples massage, and after being thoroughly relaxed, headed over to a nice dinner, where Benjy slipped a wrapped necklace onto Dawn’s cleared spot while she went to the loo between dinner and dessert (of which he skipped out on, naturally). 

Many a kiss and hug were exchanged between forgotten bites of Dawn’s dessert, and though Benjy felt certain words at the tip of his tongue, he choked them down, instead showing Dawn all of his feelings late into the night in her flat. 

Yes, he could get used to this. 

[acidgreenqueen]

rita and dawn for the lols

send me a pairing and I’ll tell you who:

falls asleep on the couch

Dawn when it’s cool in the room; Rita eventually learns not to bother to conjure her a blanket or something when this happens as it simply gets kicked off

makes friends with the neighbors

Both; Dawn eventually allows Rita to gossip about only select individuals due to how sulky it makes Rita when she’s completely banned

is the adventurous eater

Depends; Dawn has more fine tuned preferences and wishlists; Rita has a wider range and higher tolerance for cheap and nasty food; together they discover sweet things and baked goods are a reliable topic of common interest…

hogs the covers at night

Dawn, who somehow kicks the covers off both of them without waking up; Rita wakes up shivering and quickly gets over her annoyance by admiring Dawn’s sleeping form

forgets to do the dishes

Rita, but only once after which Dawn put her foot down

tries to surprise their partner more often

Rita, who makes an effort to focus on Quidditch the next piece she writes; Dawn is proud of her

leaves dirty laundry on the floor

Rita is not allowed to even think about it; On the bright side reorganizing her closet with Dawn was significantly more fun than she thought it would be

stays up til 2 AM reading

Rita, while distracted by Dawn’s occasional weird twitches in sleep that Rita suspects are Beater moves

sings in the shower

Dawn; Rita tries to join her and is promptly kicked out

takes the selfies

Rita; Dawn often comes out looking like a supermodel; Dawn is mildly impressed but likes the ones with her weird expressions better and tells Rita so

plans date night

Rita; she is getting more and more smitten by the day

[caradocdearborns]

It was an odd thing to get to the root of a person, and an even odder thing to have made a habit of it as of late. For the second time in a month, Caradoc found himself standing in front of a childhood home that didn’t belong to him. He imagined Dawn Withey growing up here -- or tried to, at any rate -- but that proved to be difficult, as there wasn’t much privacy for flying, or the farm of animals he imagined had followed her around like ducklings.

With far less hesitation than he had experienced at Robert’s house, Caradoc knocked on the door.

[benjysbandages-blog]

Drabble List!

Sleep: I’ll write a drabble of my character snuggling in bed with yours.

Fingers wound their way through still damp locks, careful not to pull too hard lest he hurt the head they were connected to. “You’ll make my hair frizzy if you keep with that,” Dawn’s sleepy voice called Benjy away from his dazed trance. 

“Right,” he yawned, extracting his hand from her hair and instead placing it on her shoulder, thumb rubbing circles lightly on the tanned skin. In response, Dawn nuzzled her nose into his bare chest. 

Having been awake for nearly thirty-six hours in order to pull a double and make it to Dawn’s game, Benjy was too exhausted to properly celebrate her win the way he’d wanted. Given the fact that Dawn was merely hugging herself to him and not attempting to let her hands wander, he’d figured she’d understood without him saying as much. 

It amazed him, every time they were together, he realized something new like that. Little signs she gave off without intending to to tell him something. From as small as how she held her purse giving away her desire to be done shopping to as large as the little foot stomp she’d do when she’d grown impatient with him. Granted, that one may have been nothing but a curious accident, seeing as he’d only noticed it once. 

“You’re staring again,” Dawn chastised him, eliciting a chuckle from Benjy, who didn’t bother to ask how she knew if her eyes were closed. “Sleep. You can stare in the morning when your eyes are’t about ready to fall out.” 

“Alright, alright,” Benjy agreed, yawning once more before allowing his eyes to close, pulling her closer to him. He could lay here forever, watching her do nothing, simply holding her - but she was right. He desperately needed sleep, and it was better to do it here, with her at his side rather than somewhere in the hospital for ten minutes here and there as he’d done for the past day and a half. 

[aliceprewett-blog1]

Drabble List!

Snow: I’ll write a drabble of our characters building a snowman together.

Christmas had come and gone, Alice having chosen to stay at school this year to see what the hub bub was about. At first, it’d been a joyous thing, seeing new celebrations with friends, and making new ones of those who she’d never gotten a chance to speak with before. 

But the day students returned, Alice found herself waiting outside eagerly, until the eagerness waned into sadness. Sadness that she’d not chosen to go home, to see her parents, to celebrate with her extended family. She ought to be returning to school with everyone else, not sitting here awaiting their return. 

Before she knew it, she felt a mitten clad hand patting her shoulder, only to realize the stinging of her cheeks was due to the tears streaming down her face. A friend she’d made this Christmas, Dawn Withey, quickly wrapped Alice in a hug. 

The two sat for a few minutes, Alice sniffling her way through an explanation, repeating over and over that it was so silly to be so sad over such a small thing. Yet Dawn didn’t judge her, merely letting her get it all out until Alice’s sniffles ceased. 

“Let’s build a snowman, shall we? A bit of a welcome home for the other students,” Dawn suggested, giving Alice a gentle shake before pulling her up. 

Alice considered, mind wary for only the smallest of moments. Building a snowman had always meant inevitable snow ball fights with her cousins, and while she typically didn’t mind such a thing, today she simply didn’t have teh energy. “I’m not sure... they’ll be back any moment, won’t they?” 

Dawn took her hand, dragging her out towards a good patch of mostly untouched snow. “Maybe. But there’s no sense in sitting around when we could be doing something fun, is there? Besides, come tomorrow, all of this snow will be ruined. Boys can’t see tons of snow lying around without putting them into balls to throw at one another,” Dawn teased, having gathered up enough snow for a large snowball as an example for Alice. 

The blonde giggled, “Fair point,” she agreed, reaching down to collect snow for herself, half prepared to launch into battle should Dawn attempt to attack. 

Dawn didn’t attack however, instead using the ball as a base, and rolling it into something vastly larger. While Alice attempted to keep up, she simply didn’t have the same muscles Dawn did from Quidditch training, and thus, Dawn created a massive base, while Alice molded together a modest middle. 

“Looks like yeh need only one more thin’!” A bellowing voice called both girls’ attention in the direction of the keeper of keys, Hagrid. In his bare hands, he held a snowball larger than Alice’s head, which he not so gracefully plopped down onto the snowman. 

“Thank you, Hagrid,” Alice beamed up at him while Dawn grabbed two twigs she’d found while making the base, and shoved them into the middle. Hagrid followed suit, digging through his massive pockets until he found a few random objects to turn into eyes and a mouth. Alice, having spent Christmas break mainly knitting, pulled off her newest scarf from around her neck, and wrapped it around the snow mans. 

“Now that, is what I call a snow man,” Dawn grinned at her, just in time for Alice to give her a bear hug, unable to convey otherwise how much she’d appreciated the other girls kindness. 

[fabianprewettdoesthings]

Fabian had expected a larger crowd at the Leaky Cauldron on a Saturday night---not that he was complaining. Never had it been so easy to catch the bartender’s attention. With the crowd so much thinner than usual, he didn’t expect he’d find any of his regular company, until---

“Well, they’ll let anyone in these days, won’t they?”