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Wren Turnbrook ---> Half-Blood || Hufflepuff 7th

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lennoxfraser:

The alcohol was already warming Lennox’s insides, and his cold cheeks were prickling from the close heat of the Hog’s Head. It was a stroke of pure luck that he’d found Wren here, but it was also as though the puzzle pieces had fallen into place. After a disastrous morning filled with letters back and forth from his grandparents and now the protesters, Lennox had been dangerously close to doing something else that involved blood and pain and finding an outlet for the quiet rage that was simmering within. The beer, unusual for Lennox, had been the first step of his plan - and Wren’s appearance seemed like the perfect option for step two. His face twisted at the mention of Penny. “Please,” he said, frowning, eyebrows furrowed, reaching for his beer. “I’d rather not think of what gets Hawkin’s off, if that’s alright with you. The mere thought turns my drink to acid in my fuckin’ stomach.” It was close enough to the truth, and besides, Lennox didn’t want to be thinking of Penny with her boner for justice when there was Wren right before him. Wren, coming from a morally bankrupt family. Wren, with her sarcastic and easy, good times. Wren, who could uncomplicated as if it were her motto. He took a sip, watching her over the rim of the glass as she finished what she had, and then they were left sizing the other up. She was smart; she’d know immediately what he had in mind, though the chase tired Lennox quickly.

“Doubt you’d need escorting anywhere,” Lennox scoffed, placing his pint glass on the wood table between them and sitting with his elbows on his knees, fitting Wren with an evaluating look. “But we could leave together, if you want. Go back to mine,” and there it was, Lennox’s plan laid bare, a hint of a smile on his face as he watched Wren’s for approval. “And since we’re not in the forties, I don’t mind askin’ you plain if you’d be up for it.” He brushed his hands across his thighs and stood, the beer he’d drunk quickly hitting his head, but Lennox tried not to show it, though the smile on his face was a little more loose than usual. “What’d you think? No strings, no worries - just fun.”

“You’re right; I don’t,” she replied. Wren made a habit of letting people understand she could take of herself. Having an escort was never necessary, nor was it wanted, and she wanted to keep it that way. Even at unfavourable charity gatherings she was forced to go to with her parents, she was rarely seen with an acquaintance. Wren thudded a foot against the booth seat opposite to stop Lennox in his tracks, letting it brush the side of his leg playfully. She pulled back dominance in their situation, always trying swing control between the two of them. It was a silent mutual agreement they had. “Isn’t that what we do every time we meet? No strings, no worries - just rough fun? And sometimes kinky?” she asked, raising her brows and tongue flicking quickly over dry lips.

Wren placed her book into her bag and stood suddenly, but not without dragging her foot down the inside of the Ravenclaw’s leg before she finished. She grabbed her robed coat, pulling it on, hooking her bag into her elbow and stepping out from the table. She wandered over to Lennox’s side, raising a hand to the side of his head and dragging a nail over his ear before tugging at his lobe. Wren stood ahead of him square on, moving both arms to flatten the collar of his coat, observing the look before popping it back and smiling, "That's better; gives me something to hold on to. Shall we?"

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Collar turned up to the wind and head low, Lennox ducked into the Hog’s Head, glad to be out of the elements and away from the flyer-waving protesters trying to shove their agenda down his throat. He still clutched the piece of paper that had been thrust into his hand, and the accompanying plea ringing in his ears - Stop Greyfield! Save our children! Lennox had no such lofty aspirations; in fact, he would’ve helped to lay the bricks for the school if Lowell had asked him to, such were Lennox’s beliefs. His cheeks were wind-whipped and throat dry as he walked through the pub to the bar, hands landing on the smooth, worn countertop, sticky in places from spilled alcohol. The noise within was loud, conversations being shouted over the top of each other, but it was nothing compared to what he’d be facing at the Three Broomsticks at this house. Filled with underage wizards looking for a butterbeer, Lennox was avoiding it like the plague, and instead came here - he was legal, and ordered a beer from the bartender. Running a hand through his hair and looking around for a seat, he instead spotted a familiar head of dark hair. Lennox paid and collected his pint, heading for Wren and sliding into the seat across from hers.

“Hope this wasn’t taken,” he said, leaning back and taking a sip of his drink, the ice-cold beer making his eyes water as he placed it on the table between them. “You know, by one of your many, many friends I’m assuming you have.” Lennox gave Wren a sarcastic smile, showing he was teasing. From his pocket, he pulled out the lump of poster and unwrapped it, chucking it on the table too. “You see this bullshit? Surprised they haven’t wallpapered Hogsmeade with ‘em by now. Ridiculous. I’m fearin’ even walking back past to get to the castle.” He grabbed his beer and finished half of it. “Speaking of. You headin’ back soon?” he asked, aiming for casual and falling just shy, especially as he looked at Wren, eyes falling to her mouth then returning to her eyes.

[wren-turnbrook-blog]

Wren usually made a habit of having as little social interaction as possible during Hogsmeade trips, keeping the time to herself and her camera. She might make the odd exception should something particularly interest her, or should she stumble upon someone from her parents line of work who attempt to make a good impression on her in the hopes she’d pass the praises onto her parents (which always fails). This did mean, however, that she occupied her usual space in the Hog’s Head; one of the booths hidden far enough from the front that anyone passing by outside would miss her, but not enough that she looked as though she was about to do some kind of dodgy dragon egg dealings or some shit. 

But the sudden voice and movement ahead of her drew her attention, it was closer and more familiar than the hum of noise in the background. She folded the book she held, picking her drink - a simple lemonade with an added extra from her own bag - and took a sip with a raise of her brows in reply. “Yes, actually, since they’re queuing out the door. Or did you miss that?” she asked sarcastically. She let Lennox uncrumple the flyer onto the table. She had seen them, unfortunately, but she’d ignored anyone attempting to hand one to her. Rolling her eyes, Wren nodded back in agreement with the young man in front of her, “Yes, unfortunately. I bet Penny is getting off on it all though; nothing like a bit of social justice to get today’s youth excited.” Dark eyes watched Lennox down his beer, the beginning of a smirk gliding it’s way slowly onto her mouth as she noticed his eyesight wander southwards and then back up again. This boy was up to something. She followed suit, finishing what she had left of her drink and humming in response to his question. “I wasn’t planning on it, unless there’s somewhere in particular you wanted to escort me to?” she asked before adding quickly, “unless it’s the fucking forties noir movie you’ve just walked out of, otherwise it’s a no from me.”

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am-flying-solo:

“But you’re so smart. You can do it. I believe in you and your amazing potential. Look at you, a strong, independent witch that don’t need no man.” Solo arched his eyebrows, stretching. He’d been dying to go outside, get some fresh air, lay down under a tree and kill some time with a cigarette. And he couldn’t quite do that with Wren on his heels, could he? Unless she was interested in the intricate study of human anatomy, he supposed, they were at a standstill. 

“Sorry, is that supposed to make me feel better? And who says I’m going to do all the work? I thought partnered projects was a shared effort... or, at least, a mutual agreement you’re both going to do as little work as possible and bunk off for the next few lessons,” Wren replied with a raise of her brow and a small smile. She knew as well as he did they both wanted to get out of the classroom as quickly as possible.

[wren-turnbrook-blog]

“No-- no! Come back here! You’re being my partner for this assignment; I can’t stomach having one of those fucking Gryffindors up my arse again like Ainsley was the other week.”

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[luella-barlow-blog]

Although Hufflepuffs didn’t have to worry about the new dorm arrangements (thank goodness), there was still so much commotion in the halls as students, particularly first years, wandering aimlessly trying to find their way. You’d think the older students had never seen the castle the way some of them got lost trying to find their “new” dorm. 

As Luella was distracted by all the fumbling students around her, her shoulder bumped into a person walking by her. “Hey, watch where you’re going!” she said, not having seen who she had ran into while rubbing her shoulder, and ignoring the fact that this could have been completely her fault.

[wren-turnbrook-blog]

Wren had been meandering through the bustle of students, book in her hand and bag on her shoulder, calling for younger years to move out of her way. She used as much height advantage as she could to command her way, though she always fell short once it came to the third and fourth years that sprouted like fucking bean poles over the summer. But before she knew it, a speckled Ravenclaw first year bumped into her, throwing her off-kilter and causing her to pull expletives from her mouth and throw them over her shoulder. They looked terrified and tried to hurry on as quickly as they could get by.

Turning back, she walked straight into someone in front of her. “Fuck sake!” she grunted before looking up. She registered quickly that it was her roommate, making a grab for her robes and dragging her to the side of the hallway, “Let’s fucking move, before I have to curse anyone else in this hall.” She glared threateningly at a passing Slytherin as she spoke, a look that promised his entire family would be plagued by one hundred years bad look. “Didn’t intentionally mean to bash you, El. Blame a specky bloody Ravenclaw. You’ll spot them a mile out; big glasses, snot-nosed and looks like a gnome,” Wren said, the nearest thing to an apology that Luella would get.

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summerharlowe:

Summer narrowed her eyes at the black haired girl. She didn’t watch muggle movies, because, well, they were a muggle invention, and she was a proud Pureblood. She would not be watching such filth. “Lack of pride,” she muttered under her breath in response, not wanting for their interaction to turn into a fight, but it usually did with the two of them. “Well, by your explanation, horror movies sound terrible anyway, who wants to watch something where people get murdered, huh?” Still, the muggles got some of it right though, werewolves and vampires were real. Muggles were just too damn blind, or dumb, or both, to realise it.

“Oh, sure they are. They’re stupid. But that’s what makes them scary; people are stupid,” she said with a playful smirk. She was making any small attempt she could to bare down on Summer's nerves. It was somewhere high in the list of things she actually liked to do in her spare time, but never set to seek it out. Wren just grasped the opportunity whenever it arose. “Masochists, thrill-seekers, psychopaths... just to name a few. But vampires rub you up the wrong way, huh, sugar? Let me make a note of that for future reference. I could leave you something nice for next Hallowe’en.”

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"Hogwarts is getting raunchier…"

[thesweetestmuffin]

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danikas-lense:

Dani leaned back into her chair, arms crossed and she huffed at Wren just a little. But a smile stretched over her face, Wren was sarcastic, a hot bit of intelligence in Hogwarts. “It’s a custom built, by yours truly so watch yourself there. Also, sweet-cheeks, adorable, one might think you’re flirting.” She lounged back, stretch like a cat. “I don’t mind hanging in Gryffindor Tower, but fucking living there, it’s like torture. I might have to jump out of the Tower, swear.” she groaned, dramatically sweeping her hand in the general direction of Gryffindor Tower. 

“That’s cute. Bespoke,” she chided back, shifting her posture to cross her legs and sitting straight. “It’s probably a blessing in disguise I’ve been stuck on the ground floor because I can guarantee you I would have done just that if I’d have been staying in there before now. Good luck putting up with the sixth year girls; they’re all so interesting.”

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izzyarundel:

“Not all lions are bad you know. Sure some take their traits too literally but I find a good number of them very good people.”

“I’m sorry -- who in Gryffindor isn’t either a fucking nuisance or a pain in the arse? Please, do tell. I need to meet this person if they exist.”

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“What the hell are you doing?”

“Getting a fucking photo to commemorate this moment; ‘cause we’re not last for once... and I want to rub it in Lennox’s face.” -- Portra 800

[katiethxrne]

“If you put your goddamn hand on my fucking camera I will fucking make sure that you will have a permenant residence in the Infirmary for the rest of the semester. Literally.” Dani snarled at the human who was getting far too close to comfort, she had little sleep with the fighting the the sixth year dorms and was willing to murder at this point. “Try me.”

[wren-turnbrook-blog]

“Oh, don’t worry yourself, sweet-cheeks. I wouldn’t lay a hand on one of yours when I have my own that are far better anyway,” she said, plonking down on a seat and dumping her stuff on the stone floor. “I’d like to see you try, though, babe,” she added with a suggestive rise of her brows. “Not cosying up with the Gryffindors too well?”

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florafraser:

“Fuck off. No one needs your gloating. Be useful and let me bum a cigarette while I try and figure out how to escape this hell hole once and for all.”

“I’d be careful, babe; you’re gonna need a few fucking more cigarettes from me if you want to make it through the new housing arrangements. Don’t bite the hand that feeds you, as they say.”

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delaneyallaway:

“And he thought sending them to us was a better idea? I’m not sure if that was him preventing a tragedy from happening or encouraging it. Would make for a good headline though, wouldn’t it?”

“Oh, sure. You Gryffindors are too proud to let themselves be taken down by Slytherins, so everyone’ll tolerate it for now. Yeah, I can’t imagine what kind of hard-ons they’d be getting in the Prophet headquarters but you can guarantee Julia will be all over it like a snake on fire.”

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summerharlowe:

Summer knew nothing of muggle horror movies, firstly, it was a muggle production, and second, anything muggle created was something she would steer clear of entirely. “I’ve never seen a muggle horror movie, so I wouldn’t know. How exactly does a typical horror movie go?”

Wren threw her head back in exasperation and groaned, “Merlin, talk about uncultured. It’s pretty fucking simple, really; there’s a bad guy trying to murder everyone 'cause he’s in love with his dead Mum, so he gets all his victims at a secluded, isolated place - kind of like this castle - and kills them all one by one. But they’re fucking stupid and split up trying to get help so it’s their own fault, really. Vampires totally exist in horror movies, as well as real life. They don’t call Dracula the King of Horror for no reason.”

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delaneyallaway:

“I just knew there had to be a reason why the Slytherins weren’t rooming with the Hufflepuffs - the badgers have got enough on their hands with you alone.”

“Vauxhall knows he’ll have another murder on his hands if anyone other than the Badger girls has to room with me. He and Raleigh have only just managed to get Eliza and I to get along, let alone with anyone else. Couldn’t have that in the papers now, could we?”