❛ THE DARKEST HOUR OF THE DARKEST DAY
COMES RIGHT BEFORE THE DAWN. ❜
in which a certain weasley twin enlists
the help of a hufflepuff prefect.
𝙊𝙉𝙂𝙊𝙄𝙉𝙂
― george weasley x oc
― goblet...
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AS PER USUAL, FERN DUNLIN IS COMPLAINING. Not how a normal, muggle teenager might, but how a stuck-up, magical, hormone-filled, Slytherin girl does. The fourteen year old has given up on her dinner in complaint of future events, and her parents are buying it. Worst of all, Wren's too-good-for-good sister is complaining about Quidditch.
In particular, the Quidditch World Cup.
"It's not fair, Mother. Why should those three have to drag us all along too?" Shw whines, desperate to get her own back after the unfortunate incident earlier. "They don't deserve to go after what they did! Pranking Percy Weasley! Covering the library in multicoloured bird poo!"
Unfortunately, she directs her heated fury straight towards Oliver. . . and he's isn't exactly known for letting his own opinion stay in his head either.
"Fern! Keep your mouth shut or I'll —"
"— What? Tell your little friends to hex my lips? Just because you're older than me, doesn't mean you get to boss me around."
Mrs Dunlin draws one long, tired breath of exhaustion, whilst the eldest Dunlin children sit quietly, hesitant, around the table, exchanging worrisome glances with their rather puzzled looking father.
"No more of that, please," their Mother sighs. "Fern, treat your cousin with some respect. He's just travelled down to spend the rest of the holidays with us, you should be happy."
Fern rolls her eyes — taking a while for her pupils to circumnavigate the entirety of her view.
"Well . . . I think it's a fantastic idea," Wren's Father exclaims, intruding in on a conversation he has absolutely no information about whatsoever. "You'll enjoy the outdoors and — if I'm not mistaken — Quidditch is a wonderfully interesting sport." His voice mufflers towards the end of his announcement, feeling as though his input is not needed to further the conversation.
Matthew Dunlin is... eccentric, to put it bluntly. As a muggle, his involvement with the wizarding community has been cut short quite a bit by the Ministry of Magic. Ignorance on the whole magic front therefore consumes him, but his fascination of magic grows exponentially every day. Wren knows it is no secret that there is always a part of him that wishes to reveal his discovered world to civilisation, but, as an honest man, he had sworn long ago to protect the secrets his pureblooded wife held and the legacy he vowed to protect for his children.
