henry is a muggleborn and gwen is a pureblood. they met in their first year on the hogwarts express and became best friends immediately.

both of them were sorted into ravenclaw and just sort of cling to each other tbfh. like i don’t think there’s a moment they’re not hanging w/ each other????? 

everyone thinks they’re dating, but they aren’t. ofc both of them have massive crushes on each other, but they’re both too dweeby and scared to make a move. henry finally mans up and asks her on a date in their seventh year

they’re ravenclaw prefects together and then head boy and head girl! #dreamcouple

after hogwarts, they get a rlly quaint and cute apartment in hogsmeade

henry is an auror and gwen is a professor at hogwarts!!!!! 

they get married at 19 bc it’s during the first wizarding war, and they’re scared they’ll get killed especially bc henry is a muggleborn and gwen is a blood traitor for romantically involving herself with him. 

he feels guilty bc she might lose her life bc she’s married to him. gwen always responds to his worries by saying: “i’d rather die a traitor if that means i get to marry you”

after the war, they start popping out babies sobs. they have 7 kids (lily, kieran, edmund, rosalind, viola, malcolm, soren) 

during the second wizarding war, henry is one of the aurors who fights at the battle of hogwarts. the entire time he’s trying to get to gwen and his kids bc he’s terrified they’re in danger. since the entire battle is a clusterfuck, he can’t. fucking. get. to. them. when he sees her standing in the great hall, he hugs her for like 10 minutes straight and only lets go when mcgonagall pries him off her bc he’s bleeding all over the place.

henry quits his job as an auror to become the charms professor bc he’s too traumatized from the war to continue on as an auror, and he can’t stand being far away from his family. this way, they can all be together

soren is a lil’ munchkin. he’s only just turned eleven and just starting hogwarts. he’s also the only kid who isn’t a ravenclaw. he’s sorted into gryffindor and cries bc he’s not like the rest of his family. gwen tells him some of the greatest wizards were gryffindors. 

ever since the battle of hogwarts, henry and gwen have had trouble letting go of the kids. they write owls to them all the time. henry’s especially bad at keeping his cool when he’s away from the family for too long. 

henry has nightmares about losing gwen all the time.

kieran (their oldest son) has rlly bad anxiety, so he often comes and sits in his parents’ office at hogwarts and watches them grade papers bc it makes him feel calm. eventually he just becomes a professor so he can be around them. 

I WILL GO DOWN WITH MY SHIPS

They have six kids. Juliet, Rosalind, Hermione, Malcolm, Viola, and Soren. The first six are named after Shakespearean figures, and the last one (because Gwen insisted) is named after a philosopher, Soren Kierkegaard. 

Henry is essentially a big kid himself. He gets very excited during the holidays and goes over budget with buying Christmas and birthday presents. Gwen always has to reel him back in and remind him that their kids can’t be spoiled. It’s always to no avail.

Their kids are all really smart which isn’t a surprise. Maybe they aren’t all brilliant writers or philosophers, but they each have something they’re very talented at. 

Despite the fact they both have pretty demanding work schedules, Gwen and Henry try really hard to be there for every after school activity, performance, and special event for every single kid. There’s no question they’re a family unit and support each other.

Dinner conversations=philosophical debates and discussing different works of classical literature. 

Since neither Gwen or Henry can cook, Hermione learned how to cook and does most of the cooking. It’s entirely voluntary on her part because she doesn’t want to subject herself or the family to either of her parents’ cooking.

Summers are spent in England with Henry’s family. The kids are a lot closer with their paternal grandparents than their maternal grandparents even though their maternal grandparents live in the same state.

Hermione is the spitting image of her mother and Soren looks just like his dad. The rest are a combination of the two. 

Gwen ran Dungeons and Dragons sessions for her kids and exposed them to Star Trek and Lord of The Rings. If any of them end up becoming nerds, it’s definitely her fault. 

Henry and Gwen planned on waiting before having kids after they got married which was useless considering Gwen conceived Hermione on their wedding night. 

Muse A and Muse B haven’t seen each other in a long time (months or a year, maybe), and B has been through emotional stress and significant physical changes, like significant weight gain or loss, or a major surgery. When they see each other again for the first time, A smiles and tells B that B is beautiful.

After spending decades living in the same neighborhood, Gwen was not exactly thrilled to be moving away for the sake of her husband. She knew there were reasonable points to be made, and that this was a great chance for the family to start fresh in a new location, but she had worked hard to make their home special. Her apprehensions about starting work were far worse than what she had felt over leaving her house. Leaving Yale was something that left her feeling a weird mix of angry and scared. She had spent her entire young adult life there, and she wasn’t sure if she was ready to give it up for someplace new. 

With a freshly pressed skirt suit on, and her red auburn hair brushed into place, Gwen grabbed her leather bag full of books before grabbing her keys and heading for the car and driving to the college. She parked her car in the staff lot and headed in the direction of the humanities building. Before classes officially began, a few members of the department wanted to meet her. While Gwen wasn’t exactly the type of person who fit into a new workplace quickly, she knew it was necessary to put forth some sort of effort. 

Her heels clicked as she walked through the halls, her blue eyes scanning for the room she was supposed to go to. After nearly getting lost, she finally found it. During event, various professors and staff members introduced themselves to her, but it had all been a haze. The only thing she remembered was the fact the door opened midway through, signifying the late arrival of one of the professors. She turned from the person she had been conversing with only to meet the gaze of a very tall, brown haired, brown eyed, middle aged man. The years had weathered him, but he was still him. “Henry--” she whispered before excusing herself. 

As she neared him, she began to feel self-conscious. The years hadn’t been nearly as kind to her as they had been to him. The stress of her crumbling marriage had sent her nose-diving to depression and she had lost a ridiculous amount of weight. She was easily at the lowest she had ever been in her life. “Henry? Henry Cartwright?” she asked once the distance was finally closed between them. Her heart was beating so rapidly. It had been years since she’d seen him. “Gwen?” His voice was breathless as he uttered her name. “Wh-What are you doing here?” he asked. “I’m sorry--that was rude. I’m just--surprised to see you after so many years...” he added. “I’ve recently joined the philosophy staff.” she said with a smile. 

Awkwardly, she stood looking at him, taking him in. It was so hard to resist the temptation to fall back into old habits and fall into his arms again, but she knew she couldn’t. “Here, there’s a quiet spot over there...” he said, motioning to a vacant corner. She followed him, feeling relieved to be away from the crowd of professors. 

“Gwen....you look beautiful.” She blushed at his words, knowing based on the expression on his face that he was saying aloud words he had meant to keep to himself. “I--I--thank you,” nervously she brushed a piece of her auburn hair behind her ear, unintentionally flashing her engagement and wedding rings in the process. The look on his face was not one she had ever wanted to see. “You’re married,” he said, shock in his voice. “Congrats. He’s an incredibly lucky man, and I hope he’s treating you well,” he said before she could respond, knowing he needed to recover from his blunder. 

Henry’s hair causes Gwen much grief. The fact there’s almost always a curl that’s out of place drives her up the wall. At the same time, she will admit that she loves fussing with his locks as much as she loves complaining about them.

While she pretends to be totally oblivious that his trilogy of novels features a protagonist based off of her, to some degree, she is aware. If anyone suggests it though, she pretends like that’s merely ridiculous speculation, and she insists Cassandra is actually based off his ex-wife.

Every single girlfriend that he’s had since the rekindling of their friendship, she disapproved of extremely so. While usually she manages to come up with a long list of reasons why, the truth is simply jealousy. Henry is her best friend, and she doesn’t want to share him with any other woman.

When he comes over to her place, sometimes they lose track of time to the point where they’ll fall asleep. Usually Gwen wakes up in his arms, but she re-situates herself to a more appropriate position so things aren’t weird once both of them are awake.

She kept a few of his sweaters and shirts from Cambridge. After their breakup, she wore his clothes around her apartment.

Many have speculated that the two of them are in a relationship, or that Gwen has been cheating on her husband for years with Henry. It’s kind of sad that this is entirely false, especially since so many people believe it no matter how much the two of them deny the accusations.

Imagine person A of your OTP trying out a cold shower for the first time, and having it not end too well. When they finally come out of the bathroom, person B finds them wrapped in their towel, shivering, and their bare skin icy to the touch. After they’re all fully clothed, B invites the still shivering A under a large amount of blankets to snuggle.

The pounding in her head hadn’t ceased, even with the aspirin tablet. Her roommate had convinced her to go out to the pub. Thankfully, Gwen had managed to convince Henry to tag along with her so she wouldn’t be entirely alone. She had explained to him thoroughly that other men would be more inclined to flirt with her if he wasn’t in her presence. Much to her surprise, the evening had been fairly enjoyable. Although, now she was wondering if she had, perhaps, enjoyed the previous festivities a bit too much. 

She rolled over onto her side, catching a glimpse at the time and groaning when she saw it was nearly noon. “Please tell me it isn’t the time I think it is...” she said, rubbing her temples as she attempted to swing her legs over the bed. “Unfortunately, it is. I would have woken you, but you looked so peaceful,” Sometimes she cursed having a boyfriend who was so considerate. Especially on days that were supposed to be spent studying. “I think I read something somewhere about cold showers helping hangovers?” Her legs wobbled as she stood. “You could certainly try it.”

She took her time getting to the bathroom, careful not to trip or fall over. She slipped out of her nightshirt and turned the water on in the shower and stepped in. A yelp escaped her lips as the ice cold waterfall trickled onto her skin. This was her first experience with a hangover, and her first experience with a cold shower. To say the least, she wasn’t looking to repeat either any time in the foreseeable future. It was torturous, and once she stepped out of the stall, she immediately regretted having taken it. 

Her skin was ice cold as she wrapped a towel around her. She exited the bathroom, teeth chattering and body shivering. “Good God Gwen,” She watched as Henry stood from his desk and walked over to her, his hands immediately trying to warm up her flesh. “You’re s-s-supposed to talk me out of b-b-bad ideas....” The words were soft as they left her practically blue lips. “I know...let me fetch you a sweater though.” Once he returned with one of his thick wool sweaters, Gwen pulled it on over her head and pulled on the jeans she had been wearing the night before. 

“You still look cold...” He said, now sitting on the edge of the bed. “That’s because I still am,” She said, looking over from the other side of the room, rubbing her arms to try and generate some more heat. “Why don’t you come over here? It’s surely warmer underneath these blankets.” A smile tugged at the corners of her lips as she walked over to him, her arms wrapping around his neck as she placed a kiss on his lips. “I think I need more than just blankets to warm me up...”