Glenda Chittock

Glenda had never been one to truly worry. Why would she, really, when it felt almost as if she knew her goal and how to get there (and perhaps also had plenty of help along the way too?). To her, Dementors weren’t something she was ever going to encounter, and so the Patronus charm was just another tick in a box of spells that she didn’t quite get to check off, but that she wasn’t truly worried about needing to learn. After all, when would she need to learn to fight Dementors?

She’d tried the spell before, trying to check that box off, of course. The Ravenclaw prided herself on knowing spells, but this one was just a little too far out of her grasp it seemed. Still, she didn’t fret, and just put it down as something she would work on in the future. There were plenty of other things to focus on, mainly her radio show and all the new music coming out.

Joining the Order, it hadn’t come up again, and so for the past year, helping out with her radio show and going on missions and such as needed, Glenda hadn’t thought there was a need for it. Of course, that all changed on the last mission, at hearing that a group had been attacked by Dementors and had absolutely needed that spell in order to be safe. 

And so, Glenda realized that maybe she did need that spell, and had set out to try and learn it. This time, she had a little more knowledge on it, had done a bit more thinking, and the memory she’d used was one that meant the most to her in the world. Closing her eyes and trying again, Glenda had been surprised by the small hummingbird that had shot out of her wand and gone zooming around her like it was already on a mission of protection.

Emme couldn’t imagine working for the radio, but it suited Glenda. She had always been so passionate about music, even when they were at Hogwarts. She had always been a little bit envious that Glenda had always known where she wanted to be in life, whereas Emmeline had always felt like she was pursuing a career at the Ministry because that was what was expected of her. But then she fell into the Order, and everything happened, and she finally thought that she understood a bit more about how Glenda felt when it came to her show. She just…needed to find the push to pursue what she wanted. It would happen, she was sure of that.

“You’re welcome,” Emmeline replied with a smile. It was easy telling Glenda that she deserved success because she did. When Emme did listen in, she always thought that she was doing a great job. “Thanks. She’s going to be so happy.” After her kidnapping, and how…difficult things had been for her family, it always made her happy to find little things that could brighten up their day. Her mother did so much for Emme, and even if they didn’t always agree, Emme knew that her parents loved her and they were just…doing the best that they could to get through things. “That’s great, I’m sure that it feels good to be doing it on your own. But I think that you would have been successful even without them.”

Her thoughts drifted to Dirk (as they did most days), as she looked at the different albums. Did he like Muggle music? She knew that his relationship with his family wasn’t the greatest, but he had to have some Muggle stuff still, right? Maybe it would impress him if she knew something about music that he might listen to. But then she remembered Nicky, and that she shouldn’t be thinking that way. She shouldn’t want to impress Dirk. But she did want to, so badly. Glenda’s excitement brought her back, and she just smiled and nodded her head. “Yeah, exactly!” She agreed. It always amazed her, how Glenda could turn anything into a positive.

Emme laughed and nodded her head, making her way over to the offered chair. She sat down and made herself comfortable. The estate might not have been in the best state, but the Prewett’s really knew how to find comfortable chairs. “Oh definitely. Plus, it’s just the two of us, we don’t have to fight for the couches,” she teased. Emme never minded sitting on the floor, it was just easier then trying to fight for space on a couch or chair in the common room. Emmeline watched as Glenda got everything set up, and when the music started to play, she grew quiet as she just listened. “Wow,” she finally said, looking at Glenda. “It’s amazing!”

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“Well, I’m glad to make people happy,” Glenda smiled softly, “That’s one of the best things about having the show, honestly. I mean, besides getting to share great music, of course.” She let out a soft laugh, but it wasn’t like it was untrue; she wanted people to hear the music, and to be happy at it. Plus, knowing she could help out Emmeline a little bit with that, well, that was helpful too. Any of the other Order members, even those she wasn’t too happy with, she would want to help out in some way, no matter what. Music made it easier that way, she thought.

“Yes!” She laughed then, “I mean, they’ve of course been big helps with everything, but everything I’ve accomplished has been my own. It does help a little growing up in that whole environment and all, but you gotta have the skills to do it too.” She knew her family had been a huge help to get her where she was, but she wasn’t going to admit that they’d been most of the reason. She was talented, damnit, and she wasn’t going to let that be pushed aside just because she happened to have parents and a godmother that were in the industry as well.

Beaming, Glenda laughed a little louder at Emmeline’s words. “Oh yes,” she agreed, “I always felt so bad for everyone scrambling to fight over the couches, especially with the couple that got a little rough with it, you know?” She wanted everyone listening to be comfortable, of course, but there were always those few... She sat in her own chair, watching the record player and eyes widening as it played. “Wow indeed,” She chuckled out softly, looking at Emmeline, “It’s beyond amazing!”

Edgar had stopped by the Prewett Estate still keyed up by his mission with Ted. His mind raced as he considered where things might go from here, but all that was driven from his mind as he picked up on an enigmatic voice from another room. He knew that voice, the rhythm of it. Without thinking about it further, he rushed down the hall. He almost collided with Glenda as she stepped out of the room it was coming from.

The music picked up, and there was the proof he hadn’t needed of what she was listening to. “You know Prince?” he asked. It was definitely rude to ignore her questions, but his favorite album playing in the place he was practically dedicating his life to right now felt far more important right this moment. “I don’t know a lot of people who know Prince. This is awesome!”

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Glenda was almost a little surprised as Edgar bypassed her questions, but it was what he asked that had her eyebrows raise and a grin cross her face. Someone else that knew about Prince? He sounded almost as excited as she suddenly felt, and she let out a happy laugh. Someone else she could talk about music with? She was rather excited to hear what Edgar had to say.

“I do! My godmother sent me the album the other day, I listened to it with Emmeline and I’ve been listening so much to it since, isn’t he amazing?” She babbled out quickly, bouncing a little on her heels and stepping back into the room, motioning for him to join her. “I thought I’d share it here again, because I wasn’t sure if anyone else had heard it, and this is an album that absolutely deserves to be heard by everyone,” She added.

The party. The party on Friday night. The party on Friday night that, up until that exact moment, she had attempted to forget about because the very thought of being social in a large group sounded absolutely draining. She was fairly certain that Edgar was going with a date- though as to who he was bringing, Gwenog had not bothered to ask. He might have mentioned, but she couldn’t quite remember… “Er- yeah, I got an invite…” 

But going was an entirely different thing from getting an invite. She could always send an RSVP and then conveniently catch dragon pox or get petrified or something if she wasn’t feeling up to it. She’d have to think of better excuses… 

Glenda’s face was a thing of sunshiney cheer to Gwenog’s usual stormcloud. It made the witch feel a bit guilty- smile a little, dammit, she isn’t a dementor. While helping choose outfits was definitely not her strongest suit, food did sound good. And Glenda was harmless… Being social wouldn’t kill her. It would be alright. It would be good for her, rather than just going home and hiding in her room.

“I could be coerced,” She replied after a moment of contemplation, the corner of her mouth quirking up into half of a smile. “It isn’t a fancy thing, is it? Because I don’t have ‘fancy’.”

Glenda’s look was softer, more gentle as Gwenog spoke. She didn’t want to be pushy and rude, of course, but she did think it was a great idea for the other to go, and she would like to see her there to hang out. So while she wouldn’t rib her about it, Glenda wasn’t above making a few sad faces or at least even admitting that it would be sad there without her. Nothing wrong with that, was there, really?

The grin reappeared when Gwenog said she could be coerced, and Glenda bounced a little on her heels, happily. “Oh no,” She laughed out, “I don’t think it’s super fancy, or fancy at all. However, a cute dress or blouse? Maybe some pretty earrings? I think it sounds like it could be fun. New baubles and trinkets to wear more than just for a party too. I’m just not good at deciding on something on my own, and it’s a lot less fun, you know?”

Glenda was happy, and full of energy. The past few days had gone really well when it came to her schedule and getting everything lined up where she felt it needed to be. She’d gotten to go over on her show multiple times this week, and gotten a few letters that had been wonderful to read. Her godmother was going to be on her show the following week, and she would have to tell Emmeline about that. And above all that, she had new albums to listen to, and music stuck in her head.

Humming to herself, she had set up her record player in one of the rooms again, figuring the least she could do was share that music with others; if it made her happy, it could help them too, right? Maybe she was a little too excited, but she was trying to be helpful too, that counted for something, it had to. She heard noise, and put the Purple Rain record on to play before moving to step out into the hallway.

As she did, she nearly ran into Edgar and took a step back, chuckling softly. “Sorry!” She chirped out, hearing the music start playing behind her, “I was just about to see if anyone else was around. What are you up to? Are you busy?”

Emmeline was a little surprised when Glenda said that they were muggle albums, but her curiosity was piqued. And maybe a bit relieved too, since she wasn’t exactly Celestina Warbeck’s biggest fan. “Oh! That sounds really great, I would love to listen,” Emme said eagerly. Growing up she hadn’t had much exposure to muggle music, but she had listened to some albums throughout her years at Hogwarts. She wanted to understand muggle culture more, primarily because Dirk was a muggleborn, even though she knew that he wasn’t that close to his family. And was dating Nicky, so she really shouldn’t be doing this. She told herself that there would be more uses to knowing about muggle culture then just Dirk. And maybe impressing Dirk. 

Listening to Glenda talk about her show, Emmeline was genuinely happy for her. “That’s amazing, you deserve that!” Emme encouraged her. It felt good to see a fellow housemate find success in her career. Especially when the career wasn’t the typical one that people expected out of Ravenclaws. People expected them to be Ministry workers or professors. “I’m really happy to hear that things are going so well for you! You’re going to have to give me a heads up when you have your godmother on, my mum will be dying to listen.” Emme smiled. “Getting recognized on the street is brilliant!” Emmeline couldn’t imagine how uncomfortable that would make her, but she was sure that it felt good for Glenda.

Listening to the options, Emmeline looked at Glenda sheepishly. “I have no idea who any of those people are,” she admitted. But she looked at the album covers, figuring that she didn’t know any of them, so there was no harm in picking. “Um….let’s start with this one,” she decided, pointing to Purple Rain. 

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“Perfect!” Glenda beamed at hearing Emmeline’s eager reply, practically bouncing on her feet. She adored the younger girl already, but knowing she was still willing to let Glenda drag her into a listening session made the older girl very happy. Honestly, anyone who let Glenda do that was a star in her book, but Emmeline was also very sweet on top of that, so it worked out perfectly. Not to mention, she knew Emmeline was close with some of the others, and that was always a good thing for future reference in her work, right?

“Thank you!” She grinned, very grateful for the encouragement. Of course, she already knew it was what she deserved, but hearing others say it and think highly of it for her made Glenda feel a lot better. She was out there showing people that Ravenclaws could be amazing, wasn’t she? “Of course, no problem!” She chuckled out, “As soon as I get her finalized schedule and she let’s me know, I’ll let you know right away.” She flushed, but nodded quickly. “It is!” She chirped out, “I mean, I kinda did before because of my family, but also slowly starting to on my own, so that’s awesome.”

Her smile was gentle as Emmeline spoke, understanding and not wanting Emmeline to feel bad for not knowing any of the records she had. “No worries,” She added, “That just means you get the experience of listening to them for the first time and discovering something you might love, yeah?” She bounced a little, quickly moving to sit the other album down and open the Purple Rain album once Emmeline pointed to it. It was one she was super excited about, so she was glad to see her pick it.

“Okay, perfect,” She chirped, quickly putting the record in, then pausing and moving to pull a chair out for Emmeline. “Go ahead and sit!” She grinned, “I know it’s different than the usual floor circle I used to do at Hogwarts, but also I feel like now that we’re a bit older, we deserve chairs instead of trying to sit on the floor, you know?” She laughed softly, then moved to get the record started playing.

It wasn’t the first time that Glenda had commandeered a room with a record player, willing to share whatever new record she had found or been sent. She could remember her doing that even at Hogwarts in the common room. Emme had always respected Glenda’s passion and her willingness to share it with everyone else. Glenda had always been kind, even though Emmeline was a few years younger then her. 

It made sense, listening to Glenda’s explanation, and Emme smiled at her. “That’s great that she’s working on another album,” Emmeline said. Emme wasn’t the biggest Celestina Warbeck fan, but she could certainly appreciate her music. Her mother had always been a fan, and she had grown up hearing her music in the Vance household. “How is your show going?” Emmeline asked her curiously. Emme listened sometimes, but it had been a while. She made a mental note to try to listen in more.

At Glenda’s offer, Emmeline smiled and nodded her head. “Sure, I’d love to.” Emme was glad for the offer, it gave her an excuse to hang around and not go home. And maybe if it was good, she could buy an album for her mother for her birthday. She was sure that her mother would like that. 

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“She is, though neither of these are hers. Actually, they’re muggle albums that she sent me; something that she thought people would like. Or well, I would like, but obviously I need to know other people like it too,” Glenda explained with a soft laugh, moving to pick them up and holding them up so Emmeline could see. She smiled, clearly grateful as the younger girl asked about her show; Glenda wondered if the other listened to it, but wasn’t about to be pushy and rude about that. No, she’d just tell her how well it was going, that made more sense, didn’t it?

“Amazing, actually,” She beamed, “I may have played like, almost two hours over the other night, and the guys in the studio loved it. Lots of requests, and hopefully my godmother coming back on in the next couple weeks, to talk about what she’s working on. Which, was one thing I told her she had to do, because I had some lady stop me in the street and ask about it the other day.” She laughed softly as she recalled that, but grinned again.

“Perfect!” She bounced a little, then playfully moved the albums back and forth. “So, which one looks good, or which one would you prefer to hear first? I’ve got... Purple Rain by Prince, or I’ve got Stay Hungry by Twisted Sisters. Oh! Or I’ve also got the Private Dancer album from Tina Turner too,” She stated, moving over to the other album she hadn’t picked up.

Diagon Alley was a wonderful place to disappear into. The mass of people who wandered from shop to shop in a never ending tide was very skilled at swallowing people up whole. She’d learned this the hard way when she’d been eleven and had gone shopping for school supplies, promptly losing her mother in a sea of cloaks and pointy hats after getting distracted by Nimbus 1700… But since then, her face had become somewhat recongnizable- at first, for good reason. She was the new beater for the Harpies. And then, in the blink of an eye, she was the face of a tragedy. 

Gwenog liked disappearing into that crowd. It was easy to go around unseen with her head down.

She had been trudging through the street, headed home after a long shift, when she heard a rather familiar voice chirp out above the din. Glenda? Gwenog cast a quick glance over her shoulder only to find the older girl moving towards her. Some little piece of her that had grown loathe to socialization since her accident demanded she run, but Gwenog shoved it away. You can’t hide away in the flat forever… Besides, Glenda was nice. It wouldn’t kill her to be a little social.

“Oh, hey… Uh… yeah- no- yes, I’ve got a second; no, I’m not busy.” A curious glance, trying to assess the situation. “Is something wrong?”

Glenda beamed as she caught up to Gwenog and the other girl said she wasn’t busy. Perfect, she thought to herself, maybe she could convince her to stick around and help her out with deciding on an outfit. At this point another set of eyes and an opinion would help, especially when Glenda wasn’t even sure what color she wanted to go with just yet. There were too many options!

“Oh, no no, nothing’s wrong!” She assured her quickly, putting her hands up a little to wave that thought off, “Everything is fine. I mean, like, there’s nothing wrong, I just need a second opinion and a little help with something.” That probably didn’t help her explanation, and so she cleared her throat and continued.

“You got the invite for the party this Friday, right? So, I’m trying to figure out what I’m going to wear, because I thought I could get something new, but I am absolutely not managing to make a decision on it. I thought maybe having a second opinion would help?” She spoke, offering her a soft smile, “And maybe something to eat after, my treat?”

Emmeline had come to the estate to get away from home and to find something to do. Her mother kept suggesting she and Natalie go into Diagon Alley and Emme just couldn’t handle that now. So she thought that she would find a book to read in the library and maybe…Dirk would be there? She hadn’t seen him since she had fixed him up after the mission, and it was making her anxious. She hadn’t seen Nicky either since the day after the mission and she had no idea what was going on with them. She guessed if she didn’t see him before the party then she would see him at his place. 

She grabbed a snack from the kitchen, noticing that the estate seemed awfully quiet today. She didn’t mind it so much, she appreciated the quiet. She spent so much time here anyways, that she was used to it. Making her way towards the library, she was startled when she heard someone call out. Glenda? Emmeline thought, confusion on her face as she backed up and went to the room that she thought that she had heard the voice coming from. 

Standing in the doorway, she spotted Glenda setting up a record player on the table. “Hey,” she greeted her. “What’re you doing?” She asked curiously, as she stepped into the room.

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Glenda watched the door and grinned widely at seeing Emmeline appear in the doorway. She was glad to see the younger girl there, and she motioned for her to step in the room, hoping she’d stick around for a bit. She wasn’t one hundred percent sure that Emmeline would even like the music she had gotten, but she figured that if the other girl could at least give her opinion, it would help.

“My godmother sent me a couple of new albums,” She explained, motioning towards the record player and the records next to it, “I was hoping to see if anyone was here and if they’d be willing to sit and listen to them with me. I’ve heard great things about them, and I think I want to include them in the show, but I need more than just my own opinion to know how it might go, you know?”

Even if the show was songs she loved and wanted to share, she wanted them to be ones that other people enjoyed as well; what good was having a show if others didn’t like what she was playing? She gave Emmeline a hopeful smile as she asked then, “Would you be interested in sitting down and listening to some with me? Even just like, one or two songs?”

Glenda had originally planned to go back to the studio in order to work and make her list of songs for the next day, and listen to the two new albums that she’d bought; or well, had been given, but that was besides the point. The point was, her godmother was very excited about them, and so Glenda was very excited about them. She was planning on quickly putting them in rotation on the show, but she had to figure out where they fit.

What ended up happening was that she wanted a second opinion, and what better place to run into people that she could badger about it, than the HQ? So, she gathered her list, her record player, and the records, and went to set up in a room at the Estate to see who she could run into and persuade to listen with her, or even just give her their opinion on what they thought about the records. It wasn’t too much to ask, was it?

She was just finished getting settled when she heard footsteps and perked up. “Hey! Come back here a second! Please?” She called out, wondering who it was that had just walked by.

Glenda had today off, which had made her feel more bored than she had been in awhile. She’d puttered around her flat for awhile, making lists of music for the next day’s show, writing down ideas for things, and going through her closet to see what she had in the way of outfits. She was rather excited to go to the party this weekend, and to see what Dirk and Nicky came up with; until, she realized, she didn’t know what she’d wear. So, why not a new outfit?

She headed to Diagon Alley, deciding that she’d shop there for something, and pick up some new notebooks and things while she was out, since she only had a few pages left in the one she was using. She was making her way down the street, a little distracted by some of the shop windows, pausing to look. She saw someone walk past her, blinking for a moment before realizing who it was.

“Gwenog!” She called out, quickly moving to go after the younger girl, “Hey, do you have a second? Or like, more? Are you busy?”