❛ 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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THE DUNLIN'S GARDEN ISN'T AS BIG as Wren would lkle it to be. The bushes block half the view over the country and the trees stand too bloody tall for their own liking - and definitely too small to have a proper game of Quidditch without casting some sort of enlargement charm. Although, she has certainly seen wonderful moments in the grassy land behind her family home - including the time she had completely thrashed her cousin in a two-a-side game mid-winter. A team of Gryffindor Captain Oliver Wood and her sister Fern (who had little to no experience with Quidditch and its rules) was no match for the Hufflepuff Keeper and her bother, the to-be Ravenclaw Chaser, despite the loss of her beloved Cleansweep Seven, which found itself lodged in the thickest part of a nearby hedge.
She has to say, it was well worth it.
Not only did she receive a Nimbus 2001 the next month for her sixteenth birthday, but the distraction had somehow let Arran sneak in one last goal - leading the pair immediately to a prestigious victory and one half of the other's broken leg. In fact, Fern had demanded a visit to St. Mungos so quickly that Wren sent Owl (yes . . . her owl is indeed named Owl - don't judge, she was five) straight to the wizarding hospital, only to find out that she'd learnt the correct healing charm weeks before with Professor Flitwick.
Dear lord, she almost took Lee Jordan's eye out practicing that spell.
After intently daydreaming about the enlargement of her garden, Wren turns around, noticing the chill crawling through her house. It's not a cold chill, nonetheless, but a suspicious chill - those you'd find in horror movies just before an expendable character is about die. Perhaps it's her sibling sense alarming her that her sister is likely performing an underage spell in her bedroom, or maybe the warning that her cousin is nearing to the front door, slowly waiting for the knock to be answered.
Wren gallops over to the door, realising her stupidity and rushing for her favourite family member.
"Come on, Wren. Open the damn door!"
Ottery St Catchpole is a wonderfully quiet place, but pure-blooded, to say the least. Almost half of the wizarding families she knows live in or around the village. The Weasleys, the Lovegoods, the Diggorys - they reside further out of the built up Muggle occupied area of town and the little square in the centre that is home to a few shops. Yet Wren doesn't know that many wizarding families. She can't imagine it would be particularly difficult to travel down to Devon county from Scotland within minutes as Floo Network systems aren't too hard to find. Although, the Dunlins don't have a fireplace, but Wren is more than sure that the ministry recently installed a new one in the muggle-free enclave in village as - Wren once heard from Ron Weasley - Mr Weasley had complained that his family's fireplace was always too occupied. That had made her laugh on the off occasion, and the story was thrilling every time the youngest Weasley brother retold it. In fact, the news that her cousin, Oliver, had come down to visit for the holiday excites her all the more.
