#wrenlestrange

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Selene: I can leave. I didn’t mean any offence or-or-

Wren: ...no, stay. I’m sorry...we’re not a trusting bunch by nature.

Selene: ...I mean no harm.

Wren: Good. I hope that’s true, especially if my son has befriended you.

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Wren: And who are you? What are you doing in my house?

Selene: I’m Selene. I...I’m a friend of Fabian’s.

Wren: Aren’t you a little old to be friends with my son?

Selene: I’m 18, sir. Please...just...I was helping with his potions homework. 

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As he read, Wren began to understand more and more. He was not a Lestrange. Not really, and neither was his Father. 

He was a Moody. Born to a long line of brave witches and wizards...and before them, born to Muggles. 

His whole life had been a lie. 

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Donovan: That’s the one.

Wren: What is this?

Donovan: It’s our history. Our family history. 

Wren: This whole book?

Donovan: A lot happened. 

Wren: Does your Dad know about this? About the book?

Donovan: If he knew...I don’t think it’d be here. Just read it.

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Wren: ...How...?

Donovan: Shhh. Dad doesn’t know I’ve figured it out. I have to be quick.

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Knox: And there is nothing he can do to protect you.

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And as promised, Knox had marked his nephew with a scar, so that everyone would know of his shame. 

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Once a week, Donovan would smuggle a book into his cousin’s room. With nothing else to distract him, Wren began to learn about Science, Logic and Alchemy at an almost super-human rate.