❛ 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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ON WEDNESDAY, WREN WAKES TO AN EMPTY DORM. Not physically empty, however, but the black hush which lingers over it is enough to make it feel like no soul has ever walked through it before. Waking at five o'clock in the morning for a friend's birthday isn't exactly the norm and, seeing as Wren is the first up, tip toeing over to her dresser becomes a new competitive sport.
Don't wake Applebee or Naidu. Don't wake them. Don't do it, Wren. Those words ring in her head with each step, beating alongside the rhythm of her heart. She rubs away the sleep in her eyes as she approaches Anna asleep in her bed. There she sleeps with white blonde air spilling over her pillow and a stuffed duck toy clasped between her arms. Wren doesn't truly want to wake her. That glaze of peace lulls over her as if some heavenly guardian protects her as she slept. Anna cradles up in her bed looked saintly compared to Applebee next to her, strewn over the side of the bed post clutching her Hufflepuff scarf as she dangles over the side. Farida Naidu is not the perfect picture of a sleeping girl either, her weak snores bursting through the tranquil night.
"Anna? Anna," Wren utters as she gently pokes at her friends side. Anna stirrs, turning over to face Wren in a stubborn dismissal of waking up. Not allowing herself to get frustrated — for if she raises her voice even slightly she's certain that Farida will rouse, Wren perches on Anna's bed. The mastress squeaks in quiet protest. "We need to get up... It's Cedric's —"
"Five more minutes?" Anna groans, her voice groggily trying to ward away a cough.
"I'd give you a hundred if I thought it would help," says Wren as she pulls back the duvet. "You know what he's like. He'll be awake soon."
A moment passes before Anna's blue eyes snap open. "Fine."
"Come on then," Wren pries. "Unless you want to be the one who explains to Tammy and Farida why we've woken both of them up so early on a Wednesday morning." They'll need the sleep for the day ahead or, rather, for the day she has planned for their Hufflepuff prefect. No one can be permitted to be the slightest bit upset today.
It will be faultless. It has to be faultless.
Wren promised herself in her first year at Hogwarts that she would do anything — anything — for Cedric Diggory. In the very first week at this school, after the grueling anticipation being sorted together, after the initial fear of their first Defense Against the Dark Arts class with Professor Quirrel, and even after having spent years and years living in the same small village as him, nothing could prepare her for the moment a broad and brooding Marcus Flint approached; that wicked grin smothering his face. "Look at little Wood junior. Pathetic as your cousin, are you?" Cedric, still half his height, had told him he was a troll and sent Flint packing with a claim that his head was as big as a bludger.
