❛ 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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"O-P-P-U-G-N-O," is what Professor Moody scrawls in chalk across the blackboard towards the end of her Defense Against the Dark Arts lesson. They've spent the last two hours milling over the intricacies of Identifying the Effects of the Cruciatus Curse, which, admittedly, no one really wanted to hear or learn about in the slightest. But this is Professor Moody's new, realistic way of teaching, she supposes; and it's a long cry from the wonder that was Professor Lupin's O.W.L classes.
She's closing her book when Moody continues, "This is what we will be studying in our next lesson and what you should do some prior reading on to keep you up to speed. And, Mr Pembroke, if you could hand in that late essay then too, then I won't be required to gouge your eyes out as punishment, will I?"
Rory Pembroke looks like he's about to soil his trousers.
"No, sir," he stutters, packing away his belongings quicker than anyone else.
Behind him, the Weasley twins are laughing and Wren affords to flash them both a squinting glare. Fred sticks his tongue out back at her — the sort of playful retaliation she ought to have predicted in the first place, but, by now, she's used to it — before snatching both his bag and George's shoulder in a quick attempt to flee the classroom.
"Great," Cedric says beside her after Moody has dismissed the class. "Guess who's not going to get any sleep tonight because someone will be doing an essay until the early hours of the morning."
Wren furrows her brow. "You would think he'd have learnt by now."
His sombre grimace shifts into something playful. "Rory? Learn? Never."
She glances over her shoulder toward Rory as he sulks out of the room before the rest of the class, Icarus rolling his eyes and rushing after him to give him a good, hard pat on his back. Beside her, Cedric laughs to himself, and Wren can't help but give him a gentle shove on his shoulder. That soft smirk lies on his lips again and she has to raise an eyebrow to make him realise it.
Cedric Diggory must be an angel because now he's apologising for laughing.
It's not long later that Wren just manages to shove a bookmark into the Oppugno page in her N.E.W.T level Defense textbook when Cedric tells her to hurry up. Everyone else has already scurried out of the classroom, and she's certain that he wants to get to the Great Hall before Anna has scoffed all of the mince pies — a new addition to the study time snacks that are laid out before lunch starts. She'd bragged about how bloody tasty they were when the school introduced them yesterday, for the first Monday of December and, consequently, the festive season. Unfortunately, both Wren and Cedric were on prefect duties and, to quote Icarus, missed an iconic mince pie food-fight between the first and second year Gryffindors.
