#wilecca

[avis-a]

“Curfew? Please. All the fun in the castle happens at night.” Wilecca!

Will would have said he couldn’t believe what he was hearing. But this was Becky after all. 

“I mean” he said glancing around. Somehow he probably should have rethought giving her the password to the commonroom. Or actually giving her the answer to the riddle that would open the door. 

At least that way she wouldn’t be at his window like now. 

“did you just think this up randomly or plan it?” he whispered to her glancing around and making sure his bunkmates were not listening or awake to see this.”I’d have to get dressed, think you can hold on for a few minuets?”  

[stevita]

“Why do you keep stumbling over your words? Just how tired are you?” (Will to Becky!)

Becky was, indeed, exhausted as she stumbled up the stairs of the flat she and Will were holed up in, kicked off her heels, and murmured a faint hello. Between evading the authorities and making deals on the wrong side of the law, these last few days had been a flurry of running around London like a chicken with its head cut off...to use a Muggle expression. 

Nevertheless, she insisted, “I’m fine,” and collapsed in a kitchen chair, shucking off her coat and draping it over one wicker armrest. “It’s only been four days since I last used the sleep...” 

Then, she burst out laughing at herself as she realized what she said. 

“USED THE SLEEP! WHAT THE BLOODY HELL!” 

[stevita]

‘ have you heard of the Grenderfeld family? ‘ GARRETT to BECKY (i think that was will's family name? I don't remember lmao)

Becky blinked a couple of times and looked off to the side. “Grenefeld...the name sounds familiar...” 

Her family had never been about keeping up with the who’s-who and the what’s-what...her mother had come from that culture and decided she was pointedly done with it. The Flynn’s were down to earth; they secured their means through the necessary measures and the rest was history. But, come to think of it, the name sounded familiar. 

“Oh! That was his last name, the boy I was telling you about Sterling’s friend, at that party,” she recalled. “Will Grenefeld! What a gentleman he was! Good looking...quite the kisser...” 

She flushed scarlet. 

Garrett, along with Billie and Sterling, had always known Becky as the girl who had No Time For Boys--despite her Veela blood and the charms that came with it, she’d always prioritized her sports and her studies and her friends. And yet, there was something about Sterling Carter’s rather dashing housemate...

“Why do you say? Have you heard something about his family? Are they nice?”