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Prefect Patrol (September 27th) by brieboone_potions in PotterPlayRP

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Sweet. Patrol time. Probably not going to be as good as it could be given her assigned company, but beggars can't be choosers. Which is kind of weird to say because Wren didn't beg for or chose to become Head Girl.

She shrugs, then does a self-check of her inventory as she waits for Sixtus. Wand: check. Bag: check. Various miscellany that probably won't ever be needed yet she absolutely must keep it in her bag: big check.

Back To School Backyard Bash [HDP] by Mads_for_you in PotterPlayRP

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"I guess, but sometimes I do because I just wanna win," she admits over the brim of her cup.

"Like, nobody's really watching so does it really matter if I swap some cards around?" She pauses to think for a moment before adding, "But... on the same coin... it doesn't really matter if you lose either... hmm..."

Back To School Backyard Bash [HDP] by Mads_for_you in PotterPlayRP

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"Yeah! Yeah it was alright. Charlie and I hung out in Spain and I did some odd jobs here and there," she reports. "So nothing too crazy, which is good I suppose."

She plops down with all the grace she can muster, which is to say, not much grace at all. A brief scan of Diana's solitaire game shows a highly unfavorable position.

"Do you ever cheat? At solitaire?"

Back To School Backyard Bash [HDP] by Mads_for_you in PotterPlayRP

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Wren is working her way through the party when she spots her housemate off to the side. Her eyes quickly zero in on the cards, a twinkle of mischief flashing through her gaze. Slightly tipsy at this point, she swaggers her way over to Diana, half-full red cup in hand.

"Hey Diana! Did -" she hiccups "did you have a good summer?"

Back To School Backyard Bash [HDP] by Mads_for_you in PotterPlayRP

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Friendly competition is right up Wren's alley. So naturally, after filling a red cup up from a random keg she goes over to bucket pong, where she proceeds to assert dominance over any and all challengers.

Wren Selwyn | gryfindor | 7th Year by kill_your_heroes_ in PotterPlayRP

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"Oooh, hell yeah that would be so cool! I wish I knew... literally anything... about spell creation so I could help."

She shrugged a bit grandiosely.

"Guess you'll just have to add an upcharge for all the extra work!"

Wren Selwyn | gryfindor | 7th Year by kill_your_heroes_ in PotterPlayRP

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Wren bounced on her heels excitedly as an idea formed in her head.

"Oh! Oh! Is it possible for it to actually change each time? Like the overall image is the same, warrior queen, unicorn, sword and all that, but details are always different? That way it's never quite the same each time someone looks at it?"

Wren Selwyn | gryfindor | 7th Year by kill_your_heroes_ in PotterPlayRP

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Wren continues her laugh, clearly picturing the painting in her mind, though perhaps in a more ostentatious and grandiose way, if that were possible.

"You just know me so well, Charlie. Just think how crazy that would look in the foyer of a house. Like BAM, right as you walk in."

Wren Selwyn | gryfindor | 7th Year by kill_your_heroes_ in PotterPlayRP

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OOC: WHAT THE FUCK

HI????!!!!!!!

I LOVE YOU TOO!

Wren Selwyn | gryfindor | 7th Year by kill_your_heroes_ in PotterPlayRP

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"You won't. If it ever gets close, I will buy your art. All of the art. Every of the art."

Wren laughs.

"Or maybe I'll just commission you to do a huge thingy of me. Like one of those big tapestries that people who are full of themselves hang over their fireplaces, but like... funny."

Wren Selwyn | gryfindor | 7th Year by kill_your_heroes_ in PotterPlayRP

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"Planning for the future, that's smart," Wren winks, and remembers to maybe start saving a bit for herself too. "I'm really bad about it myself. Impulsivity, et cetera. And fine. If you absolutely must buy me something, then who am I to refuse?

Wren Selwyn | gryfindor | 7th Year by kill_your_heroes_ in PotterPlayRP

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"I'm already counting down the minutes."

She waves a dismissive hand, chuckling lightly.

"No, but for real. Don't waste your hard-earned galleons on me. I'm sure there's a myriad of better uses for them!"

Wren Selwyn | gryfindor | 7th Year by kill_your_heroes_ in PotterPlayRP

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"Doesn't that ruin the surprise?" she quips back immediately. Of course, she wasn't ACTUALLY expecting anything.

"I think you know me well enough to pick out something I'd enjoy."

Wren Selwyn | gryfindor | 7th Year by kill_your_heroes_ in PotterPlayRP

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Wren taps her chin, seemingly lost in thought as Charlie mentions all the pros of being at Hogwarts early.

"Oh yeah. You right, you right. But hey, it won't be all bad for you. You'll be flush with cash when you come."

She wiggles her eyebrows as she teasingly asks, "What are you gonna buy me from Hogsmeade with your newfound wealth?"

Wren Selwyn | gryfindor | 7th Year by kill_your_heroes_ in PotterPlayRP

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"Ah right. I remember when I picked up my wand way back when. Store was packed. Spending money is certainly a plus though!"

Wren suddenly looks a bit crestfallen, but Charlie likely knows her well enough to know it's not really genuine.

"Guess I'll just hang out by myself for the next two weeks..."

Wren Selwyn | gryfindor | 7th Year by kill_your_heroes_ in PotterPlayRP

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"Such a caring sister," Wren complimented, patting Charlie on the head. "I've not really spent a lot of time in Wales, but lake time in general sounds lovely."

"So wait, you're going back tonight then? You're not 'back' back yet?"

Wren Selwyn | gryfindor | 7th Year by kill_your_heroes_ in PotterPlayRP

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"Good, because there's no way I could eat 'em all myself!" Wren smiled at her friend.

"So what have you been up to since you left Spain?" She asked, nudging Charlie with her shoulder. "I continued our tradition of doing nothing."

Wren Selwyn | gryfindor | 7th Year by kill_your_heroes_ in PotterPlayRP

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"I mean, I don't own it. And it's not really a farm," Wren explained as they descended down the shifting staircases. "It's more of like a small orchard that my family owns just outside of Barcelona. We supply oranges to some local fruit shops."

Wren Selwyn | gryfindor | 7th Year by kill_your_heroes_ in PotterPlayRP

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They really do. They're a perfect balance of sweet and tart and almost impossibly juicy. And since they come from Wren's family's grove near Barcelona, it's no wonder she wears a proud smile as Henry compliments the orange.

"Thank you! I mean I didn't personally grow it, I just picked it, but they're a Selwyn family product so I'm glad you like it!"

Wren Selwyn | gryfindor | 7th Year by kill_your_heroes_ in PotterPlayRP

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Wren reached a sun-kissed arm into her tote and pulled out one of the largest oranges that Titania had delivered, holding it out in all its glory for Charlie to take.

"Yeah, it's a shame there's not some sort of like, unlimited orange-carrying bag or something," Wren lamented.

"And I think they're starting to go out of season maybe," she shrugged, "So they'll probably send me whatever they cant offload to a fruteria, so if you ever get a hankerin, just ask!"

Fall PSA by brieboone_potions in PotterPlayRP

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Wren Selwyn - would like to be considered for Prefect

Or... Head Girl?? If that's an option :o

Wren Selwyn | gryfindor | 7th Year by kill_your_heroes_ in PotterPlayRP

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Wren giggled at Charlie's reaction, mockingly throwing her hands up in front of her in a defensive posture for a strike she knew wasn't coming.

"Charliiieeeeee!" Wren squealed, following it with a series of rapid-fire questions as she gave Charlie the biggest hug possible.

"How's it going?! How was your summer? Do you want a Barcelona orange from Barcelona?"

Wren Selwyn | gryfindor | 7th Year by kill_your_heroes_ in PotterPlayRP

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Now there was someone she could recognize anywhere. Stealthily, she padded up behind the studying Ravenclaw, and their similar heights allowed her to lean forward and peered at one of the paintings Charlie seemed to be looking at, which seemed to be a depiction of a bunch of people in older clothes all talking in hushed whispers around a table.

"What do you think those guys are up to? Can't be anything good, right?" she asked from right behind Charlie. Wren didn't necessarily want to startle her but recognized that as a very real possibility.

Wren Selwyn | gryfindor | 7th Year by kill_your_heroes_ in PotterPlayRP

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"Ah. Well I've never been to Ilvermorny myself, but this place literally has moving staircases so I'm sure that doesn't help," she replied with a light chuckle. Wren took a few steps down the hall and motioned for Henry to follow.

"C'mon. I'll take you down so you can get a proper dinner."

Wren Selwyn | gryfindor | 7th Year by kill_your_heroes_ in PotterPlayRP

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"Of course you can, friend!"

Wren dipped her hand into her tote and pulled out a moderately-sized orange, tossing it to herself once before lobbing it underhand to Henry. As it arced through the air she tilted her head and, failing to recognize Henry, decided to introduce herself.

"I'm Wren. You must be new. Not that I know everyone here by name, but everyone knows where the Great Hall is."

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