#glenda001

[cherry-flavoured-gum]

where: a coffee shop

who: Glenda ( @of-beasts-and-blood

Sonorus Radio. The radio station for the underdogs, the beaten-down, the muggleborns fighting back against prejudice.

Ever since Cherry had heard it on the radio-waves for the first time, she’d been desperate to meet the host. Who was this person who used her voice to inspire others, unafraid and unapologetic? 

And now, she finally had the woman in front of her. 

It had been a chance meeting. They’d both reached for the same coffee, thinking it was their order - the woman had uttered an apology, and Cherry’s eyes had immediately lit up.

“It’s you!” she’d said, clutching the woman’s arm in excitement.

After apologising for grabbing her with no warning, and explaining that she recognised her voice from radio, Cherry invited her to sit and chat. Her fingers were itching to get out her quill and notebook, but she resisted.

“So, Glenda,” she gave her a dazzling smile, “I’m a big fan. I love what you’re wearing, by the way.”

 ∼☆∽

[gildedcreaturefeature]

where: Glenda’s apartment

who: Glenda Chittock ( @of-beasts-and-blood​ )

Connie was woken by the sounds and smells of somebody making breakfast. She was loathe to get up, but the longer she laid there, the more her stomach groaned with protest. With a tired groan, she peeled herself off of the couch and made her way to the kitchen. 

She greeted her roommate with a yawn as she shuffled past her, eyes still half-shut and scratching at her belly beneath her t-shirt. She sat down on one of the dining chairs with little grace. 

“Whatcha cooking?” Connie mumbled, rubbing at her eyes. “Smells good.”

Connie had never been a morning person - hence why she couldn’t manage two-word phrases until she’d had a cup of coffee. She’d lived with Glenda long enough that her friend probably knew this about her, by now. 

[the-fabianprewett]

Who: Fabian Prewett and Glenda Chittock  Where: The Quidditch Locker Rooms When: January 24th, Late afternoon, After practice

Fabian could remember many tough Quidditch practices in his years at Hogwarts. Playing the beater position with his blood maladiction was a challenge, no doubt, and there were some days he just wanted to lie down on the pitch and call it quits when the pain became too much. It had, thankfully, been a long time since he’d felt that horrible after Quidditch, but today was starting to look like he had overdone it. Sitting on a bench in the locker room, Fabian massaged small circles at his temples, willing the splitting headache away. It didn’t help that the rest of the team was laughing loudly back and forth with one another and Fabian didn’t have the heart to ask them to quiet down. He considered standing up and walking away, finding a quiet corner and resting there, but his legs were so sore he didn’t really want to stand up. As he silently weighed his options a passing figure caught his attention.

Looking up, Fabian noticed Glenda at her locker and he quickly dropped his hands and tried to hide the pain from his face. “Did you- I’m sorry- Did you say something?” He asked, leaning forward in his seat on the bench. “It’s so loud in here, I don’t think I heard you.” Not that anyone could hear over all of this noise. Fabian had to shout to give her a chance at understanding him, though he did feel a bit bad for yelling at her. He liked Glenda, she was nice, a very talented chaser, and not someone Fabian would normally shout at. Not that he did a whole lot of shouting in general, well, off the Quidditch pitch at least.  

@glittering-glenda