&. i feel it all.

sometimes i wonder why i even came back here, i mean i was pretty fine in france. beauxbatons was way cleaner and far more pleasant, at least visually, than this and on top of that, the people were way hotter than the people here. gosh, when my father asked me whether to go to study in south america or give hogwarts another try, i should’ve chosen south america or even begged him to let me stay in france. this is a disaster. 

     Yawning, Wendy barely gave notice to the girls complaining and turned the page of the book she was reading. “Ah, yes, the struggles of the rich, white and privileged when people are being BLOWN UP in this marmy school and there are genocidal hate groups resurfacing,” sighing, she switched positions. “I’m really moved. You should get someone to play a violin, too.”

“If you’re not going to help then what exactly is the point of you being here?” Ellie asked as she flicked through her potion textbook, trying to find a new ingredient to experiment with. 

     “Oh, I dunno, to make sure you don’t kill yourself?? I’ll only help if it means tearing you away from magicking yourself to DEATH,” Wendy wasn’t going to let Ellie go that way or even let her take a trip to the Spell Damage ward at St. Mungo’s. “Better me than a teacher, Elle.”

Wendy Weasley. Despite him trying to avoid the Weasleys as much as he could, it was nearly impossible. There were just so many of them. But to be more specific, he’d heard a lot about Wendy through his attempts to emotionally destroy Fletcher, so by habit, his ears perked up whenever she was mentioned or, in this case, she spoke.

Phoenix rolled his eyes before, in a more calm demeanor, telling the young girl “Go on.” She ran off, obviously terrified of him changing his mind. He turned around to face the Ravenclaw. “Is there something you need, Weasley? Or are you just interrupting my patrol for some form of entertainment?”

     At least the mission was accomplished, even if Greta was scared that she’d escaped with barely an inch of her life. Wendy crossed her arms as she squared her shoulders in the direction of Phoenix. “Obviously, I was just interrupting your patrol because it’s the only entertainment I can get, you’re just sooooo on POINT about that, Yaxley.” The sarcasm dripped from her words as she rolled eyes, “there’s a few things I need, but, the only thing I need from you is some CHILL when it comes to the younger Ravenclaws?? You looked almost unhinged there and you might be a prefect but it doesn’t mean you’re my prefect.”

Peter looked up underneath the pile of pygmy puffs. “No, I swear to God I have no idea where all of them came from! They just appeared when I opened the door and I swear they are duplicating.”

     Immediately, her eyes widened in excitement as she surveyed all of them, bending down to try to pick some of them up. “Rowena’s diadem!! Peter!! What are we gonna do, we can’t keep them in here but I want them ALL.”

passive aggressive people like the dark-haired wizard loved to throw the last punch. so much so, they did and slipped one last insulting remark into their conversation with the other party. there was a latent hostility from the one eighth veela. from arden’s lips came the words softly with little to no expression, “ tell me, are you incapable of restraining yourself, or do you take pride in being an insufferable know-it-all? ”

     Watching the fight, Wendy knew that the person had deserved it. They’d approached Arden first, acting like a proper arse, and Arden had handled it like they usually did. Still, she knew if they went any further they’d be the one with detention. “Arden, they’re NOT worth it anymore, let’s go and plot your revenge elsewhere while they think about their idiocy.”

After both of the Head Prefects had given him looks of disapproval, Phoenix kicked into high gear Prefect mode. He walked up to a couple snogging in the hallway and scolded “Stop that and get to class.” In the corner of his eye, he saw something heading straight towards him. He ducked just in time. A fanged frisbee clattered to the floor. “Really?” he asked the thrower before walking over and grabbing it. “Confiscated.”

He turned around and saw yet another person misbehaving. “What do you think you’re doing?”

     Did she break the rules? Yes. Often? Not for a while, at least, not the ones that mattered but she figured the more DA meetings she’d go to, the more she’d be doing things that weren’t allowed in the student handbook. Walking back from a private meeting with Lily, she saw a second year who seemed to be being accosted by Phoenix Yaxley -- someone she didn’t particularly try to cross paths with or want to. Immediately, she felt defensive of the younger year -- Greta Gudgeon hadn’t always been the best at keeping her voice down. “She was just YELLING, Yaxley. You know how young years get when they get excited, talking about their new privileges for the school year and such. Give her a break.”

Leia looked up from her notebook with wide eyes. “You know, taking a picture lasts longer than just staring from across the table. I can even lend you a camera.”

     “I was just admiring, you look like you’ve particularly spruced up the Hogwarts outfit and accessorized it well. It’s nice,” they were past the point now where Wendy would’ve blushed and denied the fact that she WAS STARING as well, Leia had been someone that had come into Wendy’s life and spruced it up as well -- to say the least. She’d brought color, life and it made Wendy interested in more than them just getting intimate with each other physically. “How’re you doing?? Did you enjoy that festival we had??”

“aish!” teddy exclaimed in a grumble as the cloak that he’d been using as a blanket was pulled off of him, though he quickly pulled it back. “i said after class…wake me up after.”

     “NO, TEDDY!! You can’t miss class,” she tried to pull the cloak back from him, frowning. “I’ll tell Grandma Annie on you, then you’ll be in for it. Think of the Howler you’ll get -- you may never sleep again. I’m doing you a bloody favor.”

lucy’s eyes widened at the mere thought of a drunicorn. “wow. imagine that. those muggles are really missing out, aren’t they? they already think that unicorns don’t exist, how sad for them. you know, i don’t really care for bunnies. goats, however, is a completely different story - - - i fucking LOVE goats.”

     Wendy gave her cousin a look, “goats?? Why goats?? I know, I know you’ve explained this to me millions of times but I’m still AMAZED that goats are just such majestic creatures to you. Maybe because I’m used to seeing ‘bout a million more, but, d’you think a DRUNICORN would be cooler than a goat to you??”

He stomach turned over. The guilt sunk in. Frustration and self-loathing began to pour over his brain. Fuck. He caught himself and attempted to settle down. Fletcher had become used to not having to worry about these things as he and Wendy rarely occupied space since their uncoupling months ago (while they were together he never felt the need to be so guarded, he felt comfortable around her). Projecting his angst onto her wasn’t fair to either of them. “I don’t know what mercurial means.” He repeated solemnly. He was an idiot. Fletcher had never claimed to be anything else. Smart, clever, a schemer, chess player. He was all of those. An idiot though, he was one of those too. So he took her words as they came, because while he was a liar, she was not. She deserved to yell at him for as long as she liked. He could take it. 

He knew this would happen and his growing fondness for Lucy was some bullshit only his mind could cook up. He had tried staying away from Lu. And he succeeded at first. Fletcher had become quite good at avoiding people. He learned schedules, observed patterns, and the created an opposite version to fit his own needs. He had done it with Wendy. Irregular dining hours? A different route to class? A new nap spot? Check. Check. Check. But Lucy kept popping up and-right. Right. He tried to move his mind away from it, those feelings would just hurt her more. He tried to grasp on to any other emotion. Anger? Anger didn’t work because he wasn’t angry with her. For what? Being angry that he cheated on her with some faceless Slytherin? For doing it in public? For then berating her about he could do whatever he wanted because they weren’t really together? Calling her childish for being upset? For yelling at her the common room where everyone could hear? She deserved to be angry with him

Whatever it was with Lucy it was fucked up. He knew that. But they weren’t together. He had learned his lesson from near titles and supposed commitment and allowing someone completely in. He had learned that it was all bullshit. 

“I don’t know what you know.” Or anyone. He didn’t want to talk to anyone. Ever. He pined for the loneliness that he both wanted and felt like he deserved nowadays. “But that’s- I don’t know what you know. But it’s probably not what you think.”

     No matter how many times she’d told herself that he didn’t deserve her compassion -- she still gave some of it. Wendy told herself she wasn’t being irrational as he repeated himself, because this was ridiculous. How they’d gotten to this was beyond ridiculous and if someone had told her a year ago that her and Fletcher would be this -- she’d LAUGH at them. It was frustrating, his denial, simply because she knew that this facade he held up was one he held for other people. Not her. She’d BROKEN THROUGH, but he had a funny way of making her doubt e v e r y t h i n g she’d ever learned about him. Doubting that she’d ever known him at all. 

                             How dare he try to lie to her, try to deny THIS. 

     It was her fault, her fault for thinking he was better when from day one he’d tried to convince her otherwise. How many times had Fletcher told her point blank p e r i o d that he wasn’t good? That he wasn’t worthy? How many times had she pushed against him and not listened to him? Some of this was her fault too, she realized, that the yelling didn’t do a thing but that’s not why she was still talking to him then. To figure out where she’d gone wrong, how she’d helped to fracture who they were, her part in their RUINATION. Him and Lucy. That’s why. 

     “BOLLOCKS, I know and if you hurt her, I’ll hurt you,” Wendy said, her voice strong, sure & true. The wall she’d tried to maintain was f i n a l l y  back up -- she didn’t feel the emotions stirring underneath, the confusion, the regret that seemed to hit her as if it was her own ( it easily could’ve been ). The Ravenclaw focused, because this was business -- whatever feelings she felt towards Lucy about the coupling between her and Fletcher, she felt love for her cousin that was stronger and infinitely more lasting than whatever hurt Fletcher inflicted upon her. Love, as always, would be louder -- she forced herself to believe that. 

       he couldn’t help but laugh, a small smile beginning to tug at the corners of his lips. “No, no you’re fine. I guess I may have seemed a bit snappy there, I’m just not used to staring being a POSITIVE thing.” 

     “Oh, I can relate to that feeling,” Wendy nodded, rolling her eyes at remembering for a brief second the weight of the last name Weasley. “You weren’t snappy, Callum, I probably would’ve sassed you a bit if you had been. Gotten some of the FAMOUS Wendy Weasley cheek.”