❛ 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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WREN HATES THE MORNING RUSH. The worst part of it is clambering onto the Hogwarts Express with a squirming cat in one hand and attempting to wave goodbye to her mother with the other, all whilst trying to handle the complications of a moving train. Yes, the Dunlin family, almost every single year, have been a little late getting onto platform nine-and-three-quarters for the eleven o'clock train to school on September 1st. The number one cause is mostly Wren's father who insists on driving the three children to Kings Cross each year in a Muggle car to avoid suspicion. Funnily enough, the roads were, nine times out of ten, chock-a-block with traffic - leading Isidora Dunlin to complain to her husband that she could have simply taken the children to the station by floo powder. But, oh no, Matthew Dunlin likes to do things the old fashioned way.
With the tired Empress wiggling in her arms and her sister pushing her in the carriage behind her, Wren hops onto the train with ease and lets go of the Russian Blue. Empress then follows at her feet, hopping onto the train like it is her second home, and weaves her way around the three siblings as they stride through the carriage and down the corridor. As they pass through the rows of compartments and seats that line the Hogwarts Express, each individual splits from the familial heard and wandering into their own friendship groups. Arran leaves his sisters first, wandering off to where the other Ravenclaws sit and then Fern follows, finding her way over to where Draco Malfoy and his little gang resides. In a couple of seconds, Wren is alone, tracking the busy and excitable route of the carriage by herself with only a meowing cat by her side for company.
Turning her head to the left as she journeyed through the train, she is met with the look of three fellow sixth years, all of which Wren instantly recognises. Pulling open the compartment door with a click and shuffling into the space son after, she returns into the welcoming company of her Hufflepuff friends.
"Don't tell me, how was your summer?" A burst of energy radiates at her side, fashioning platinum blonde hair and an urge to hug everything that breathes. Anna Colton, Wren's all-time best friend and cookie sharer, tackles her into a warm embrace. She giggles. It was a long time since she'd seen the four of them together.
By the edge of the window sat another boy who'd already taken a liking to Wren's cat on his lap and maintains a bold gin on his lips. A galaxy of freckles illuminates his face, brightening his features as Wren caught his gaze.
"Icarus," Wren sighs warmly, a smile bright on her lips as she perches down on the seat next to him. Trying to scold him was like telling the sun off for shining too brightly. "You didn't write."
"Our owl died. Silly little creature, only went and got run over by a bus," Icarus complains, rolling his eyes with dismay as he laughs. He takes Empress onto his lap where she sits proudly and paws at him whenever he stops stroking her fur. "Mum said she was a bad luck charm anyway."
