RP: Hugo, Wren Who: Hugo, Wren (possibly Michael if he'd like to join at some point) Where: Hogwarts When: March 2, 2025 Rating/Warnings: None Summary: Wren welcomes Hugo back to the castle.
Incapaciation in theory was a good thing, she just had trouble practicing it on her uncle; even moreso on her father. Logically she understood the need for practice but on someone she loved, well she just couldn't bring herself to do it. So the lesson on Monday night had only been half successful, until her Dad had transfigured a chair into a practice dummy. Then she made progress, so much so she couldn't wait for the next one. Between them, her two men knew quite a few spells she'd never heard of; even if she was postive one of them was not meant for Death Eaters but to discourage would be suitors. Why you would want to make that part of the anatomy feel like it was on fire was beyond her, it seemed as if it would only anger the recipeint, not aid in escape.
And hexing Hugo's bits was nowhere on her agenda; for that matter nor was hexing any part of him. She liked having him around and missed him when he wasn't; so much so that she forewent dinner with her father in his rooms to eat in the Great Hall. No matter that she was at a different table, and with no one from her year. Not that she ate a whole lot, not even the chocolate custard. She wasn't much hungry, especially when he smiled at her and got up from the Gryffindor table. Leaving her own seat she followed him out to the Entrance Hall.
Once the few students loitering on the steps had moved on, she hugged him tightly. <i>He even smelled good.</i>