❛ 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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CHRISTMAS IN THE HUFFLEPUFF COMMON ROOM is, perhaps, the greatest thing to happen, ever.
Of course, she's not experienced this type of festive revelry here at Hogwarts before. Every Christmas that has come prior, Wren, Arran and Fern have gone home to Ottery St. Catchpole for the holidays — usually at the behest of their father, who tends to throw a large celebration for his Muggle side of the family. Not that she dislikes it, however. Her Muggle cousins are fine enough, though they don't know about the family secret and are convinced that the three Dunlins go to some fancy Eton‐sequence boarding school for the elite.
Christmas without magic is not truly Christmas at all.
How can she possibly say otherwise? This morning alone, they've had a house-wide exchange of presents in the common room, Icarus and Professor Sprout danced together on the table (a wonderful reprise of their first dance when Sprout gathered all of Hufflepuff house in the Great Hall and taught them how to waltz), and she's already drunk enough egg nog to last her a lifetime. Cedric's been sporting a frothy moustache from it since breakfast and, no matter how fiercely Anna declares that she's going to wipe it off, he wears it with a proud, toothy grin.
One benefit she can really appreciate about this being the very first year she's spent Christmas as Hogwarts is the looming excitement over the Yule Ball. Everyone that she knows sorted out who's going with who fairly early on — not a single one of her friends has disclosed any disappointment with their choices, at least.
Cedric managed to ask Cho when they were crossing her path on the way towards the Prefect's bathroom a few days after Professor Moody gave him a clue about the dragon egg and maybe it was the cutest thing Wren has ever seen. Now, he can't seem to shut up about it — pestering both her and Anna on What do girls like? and even more trivial things like Do bow-ties loo cool?. In any other situation, Wren might think it to be charming, but not when both she and Anna have their own dates and ballgowns to worry about.
Speaking of Anna, somehowshe's managed to bag herself one of Viktor Krum's Durmstrang friends as her dance partner, though exactly how she did that is beyond Wren's understanding. Ivan isn't her first choice (apparently, Krum got himself a partner quite early on in the month. Several hopeful girls have had their spirits diminished by his solemn news — Anna included), but, according to her, he'll suffice. It makes a change to Icarus, at least, who swore off asking anyone when he was rejected by a Beauxbatons girl and now proudly declares that he's going 'Stag' to everyone that's questioned him.
"How do I look?" asks Tamsin Applebee as Wren and her friends are making their way from the common room up to the Great Hall. The innocent inquiry from her friend only reminds Wren that George followed her advice and asked Tamsin instead. In truth, she's not made any effort to be quiet about it and, although it was a lie on Wren's behalf when she said Tamsin had a crush on him, maybe she's not wrong? If she doesn't have a big, fat crush on George Weasley, then why in Merlin's name would she be fussing so much over whether her red dress will match his dress robes? And George must be happy with the arrangement too, mustn't he? Otherwise, he surely wouldn't have asked her in the first place?
