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Post by Dominique E. Weasley on Jul 9, 2018 17:26:48 GMT
To Our Dedicated Members,
As you may have heard, our usual meeting spot in the Transfiguration classroom is unavailable this week because of the extra space needed for Apparation training. As promised, I had a chat with Lafayette and he was able to book us the Music Classroom on the Fifth Floor for Thursday's meeting. I hope to see you all there this week.
Dominique.
Dom was early - but that wasn't exactly a surprise to anyone that knew her. She always was early to their club meetings, no matter what other things she might have to do with her evening. Thursdays after their lessons meant WFABW, and that in turn meant that she had all sorts of important preparation to be doing before the other members started showing up. There wasn't a leader of Wizards For A Better World, per se - McGonagall had asked Dom as much when she'd first put forward the idea for the group in fifth year, and even then Dom had been very adamant on the fact that there would be no leader. Just because it was her idea didn't mean that she didn't consider all of the members her equals. "We're democratic," she'd grumbled to Miles, who'd nodded sagely with a knowing smile before asking whether he was her second in command or Charlotte was. But it was the truth of the matter - she hesitated in giving herself the title mostly because she knew that it wouldn't be right, and also because she honestly didn't want to feel like she had any superiority. Being part of the group coming together meant much more to her than a tawdry title.
All this wasn't to say that she didn't do the majority of the legwork in organising and supervising meetings, petitions and campaigns that the group put forward though. But it wasn't because she thought that she was better at any of the others, obviously - it's just that when you've got the drive and the vision that Dominique Weasley had, it was kind of a case of not being able to do anything but jump in headfirst to everything, and just have everyone else try to catch up behind her. So she was in their latest meeting spot, as everyone probably expected her to be; chairs and desks already organised into something less formal and circular, more conducive to group chatting and planning, seats separated into smaller clusters around tables for smaller groups to be able to put their head together towards something; she was already sat at one of them, hair up in a messy bun, as she spread out her papers in front of her, and scribbled a few last minute notes. She heard murmuring and movement as people started to turn up, and they all started to pull up their own seats, but still she continued to write, happy to let everyone chat amongst themselves before she called the meeting to order. It could end up being a pretty intensive one now that she knew where she wanted their discussion to end up this week.
Post by Miles Phillip Fawcett-Vance on Jul 17, 2018 23:48:34 GMT
Miles laid unceremoniously on his bed. On his back. Kind of. Did it count that his upper body was off the bed and hanging over the side with a muggle self-help book that promised all he needed to live a good life was the ability to declutter? He wasn't sure. Seemed like the kind of think he should ask Dom. For a moment, he was unsure how he had even gotten this book. It certainly wasn't something he would have picked up on his own. He couldn't even find any of the points it was making to be reasonable and doable - not without mounting effort on his part and no. He was not about to get his comfy ass up to do anything, except perhaps find himself a Lucy or a Toby. Maybe a Dom or a Charles, but only if the younger Hufflepuff could quit giving him looks like she had a huge question mark stamped on her face. He knew he was giving her weird looks. Because Charlie was weird. And still hadn't said anything. Which made things extra weird since neither had he.
His quiv sounded from...somewhere. Under the bed, likely. Considering it had fallen out of his pocket when he slid off the bed earlier trying to get comfortable. He would have ignored it in favor of doing other things, like not answering, but his ringtone was Dom laughing. No, that wasn't a fair description of what was currently emitting from his phone. It was Dom, on one of the occasions that she'd spent in the Ravenclaw tower grumbling to him about this or that. Actually, she could almost guarantee that she was complaining about Nott or Fraser. It was always one of them. Normally, Miles was so accommodating. Would let her go on forever while he zoned out thinking about his latest pet project or something cute so-and-so did while she tired herself out. He didn't even remember what he said. Just that he'd been scrolling through his Hoot and the next thing he knew she was laughing. It was almost angelic. In the sense that multiple people were under the assumption that, like angels, Dom-a-tron’s laugh was biblical. Maybe mythical.
If you believed in it hard enough or went looking for it, one could almost be graced with it. It was why Miles had recorded it and used it as his ringtone for only the most important people. So like six people. He threw the self-help book to the side and promptly forgot about it, scooching forward until he fell off his bed, rolling onto his stomach and reaching for it. “Ugggh. No. Why. Group hexts are literally the worst.” He complained to himself. Since no one else was around to hear his expertly prepared monologue on why. It was a shame because it really was something to hear. Why couldn't he just have someone follow him around and take note of his speeches and quips? His fingers shot off in rapid response, but to his actual better half as opposed to the group hext that she’d sent out. He groaned and got to his stomach. Laid there for a minute and got up. He'd been out and about earlier in the day, but had given up on being particular social. This was different, though. This club was to change the world.
It didn't take him a long time to get there, but he’d been lamenting the loss of his comfortable bed. He'd probably just follow his better half and pine over her cousin without knowing how to tell her or just agonize that Toby was such a go-getter. He slid into the seat next to her, peering over her shoulder to see what she was writing. “Did you mean to misspell that?” He pointed.
Post by Tobin "Toby" Hugo on Jul 19, 2018 1:12:09 GMT
“Yes, that’s it! You’ve got it.” Toby said. He was just finishing off his fortnightly tutoring - History of Magic with a tiny terrified second year called Mia - and he finally, finally , seemed to have gotten somewhere with her essays. Which… by the sounds of his quiv buzzing with a group text (he could feel Miss Fawley’s eyes on him), was just in time. “Does it make sense? Repeat it back to me.”
Mia, just about not hiding behind her hair this time, explained back to Toby the main events in the lead up to the first wizarding war. He grinned. “Perfect. If you can owl me your essay by tomorrow then I’ll have a look at it before you hand it in.”
“ Thanks Toby.” Mia smiled, and gathered her quills and parchment into her bag. Toby did the same, double checking that he had in fact been messaged by Dom. It was her, and he scrolled through the list of other attendees absentmindedly as he piled and rolled up his scrolls, wiping the ink off his quill and placing them all in his bag. He hadn’t forgotten that Miles would be there - he just hadn’t quite remembered. Maybe they’d get another chance to chat - although he was not willing to be the person who broke the no-flirting-in-meetings rule. This time.
All his things now in his bag, Toby slung it over his shoulder with a wave to Mia. “ See you soon!” He said quietly, and headed out as quickly as he dared. Obviously, as soon as he passed by the librarian’s desk, his stomach rumbled stupidly loudly. Wincing an apology to Miss Fawley, he wondered if he’d be able to grab something. Not likely - he couldn’t justify going to the ground floor on his way to the fifth. But actually … Toby pulled his quiv out of his pocket again, and sent a quick message to the marshmallow group chat. Hopefully they wouldn’t have all left the great hall yet.
It wasn’t a hugely complex journey, and the staircases seemed to be on his side. It felt even better once he’d received a thumbs up from Christian, who would definitely provide something suitably substantial. When he entered the room, none of the boys were there yet - but Dom and Miles were sat at a desk.
Toby swallowed, suddenly nervous. Should he - but of course he should go over, he wasn’t going to gain anything lurking in the doorway. He pulled a chair up near (but not too near) to the ‘leaders’ table, and rummaged in his bag for the parchment he’d stuffed in there for the meeting that morning. Once found, he turned to Dom and Miles - the former of whom seemed pretty engrossed. “Hey Miles,” Toby smiled, a jolt of something suddenly in his stomach, “how's it going? Dom, what’s the agenda today?” He added, hoping it was a good moment.
Post by Dominique E. Weasley on Jul 23, 2018 23:02:33 GMT
She was deep in thought, and half way through scribbling 'Ask Cece about promo' in the corner of her notes for today, when she felt her Quiv buzz on the table. She paused then, and looked at it, quill still in hand, before allowing herself a few moments to gather herself and finish her train of thoughts. If she was going to pitching this big idea to them today, she needed to have completely solidified the plan and how she would figure to organise it all before the meeting started - not that she expected them to blindly agree with her and let her just run the show, obviously - but because it was always better to be able to lay out how they could sort out the logistics of a big undertaking, should they so wish. Dom just wanted to be able to throw out loads of ideas for the group to be able to decide what they thought the best options were - she was just giving them options, and trying to think about how best everyone's strengths could be used. After a moments pause, she finished her scribble, with an underlined 'Insta?' under Cece's name, before she dropped her quill and picked up her Quiv (which had continued to buzz with a litany of hexts as she finished off her thought).
She was unsurprised to see Miles' name on the screen, but as she scrolled through the thread of hexts he'd sent her, she just rolled her eyes affectionately. He could be very dramatic when he wanted to be. And who exactly was he worried was going to message him anyway? They'd all be seeing each other here in a matter of time. She let her fingers fly over the keyboard with a patented blunt Dominique Weasley reply, because she very rarely had the inclination to pay attention to that sort of nonsense, before setting it down without waiting to see if he was going to reply. He could make grumpy faces at her all he liked when he got here - which he did, some amount of time later. She wasn't sure how long, as she'd set back to work on her notes, but she felt him come up behind her and side into his usual seat, which was always whichever one that was at her side.
She narrowed her eyes as she looked up at him, before squinting back down at her paper in front of her, trying to see what she'd missed in the area he'd pointed at. But even at a quick glance she could see that there was nothing amiss, and she half-heartedly scowled at him. "You're being very dramatic," she said, not even giving him the satisfaction of responding to his teasing, but she couldn't help the amusement from colouring her tone. "Where's the verve and vigour we all know and love?" she joked, shuffling her papers into something a little more organised, collecting some of them that had been spread over the opposite side of the table. "You'd better perk up, because we're expecting a visitor today," she said, trying to recollect whether she mentioned to him that she'd invited Argus Barbary to attend the club's meetings. She probably had done, when he'd first expressed interest back in January, but whether he remembered that all the way into March was a different matter entirely.
When Toby entered and said his hellos, Dom perked up. She was, as always, happy to see him - it was always nice to see when there were people other than her that would get excited about the work they were planning to do, and she was especially thankful to have him here today when she was hoping to pitch a bigger plan to them all. "Hello Toby," she replied in kind, turning in her seat a little to face him better. "I thought we'd check in on the progress with saving the music programme? I have something in mind that I want to pitch to everyone." She paused, mulling for a second. "Do you have anything you wanted to put forward today?" Toby usually had all sorts of interesting thoughts and ideas that Dom was always keen on hearing.
Post by Miles Phillip Fawcett-Vance on Jul 24, 2018 18:38:29 GMT
“Can’t believe the bollocks you sent.” He waved his quiv at her. “Hurry? I beat Charles, didn't I?” He resented being told to hurry to anything, but particularly because he'd had already been on his way. It was really just a thing about being telling him what to do. The only only person who could get away with that was Minnie Miny Moe. Besides, it wasn't like he had skipped the meeting. It wasn't like he ever skipped meetings. He had a better track record here than any of his classes. He just wasn't as early as their commander in chief. He meant more of their trio than the group, as Dom insisted far too often that it was a democratic group and not like she obviously proceeding. His best friend was a leader. Maybe it was of a movement. Maybe it was of a ragtag group of students dedicated to improving the world, regardless of who stood in their way. They were activists, even in some members only joined to boost their resume. Or only joined to schmooze. Or showed up because they were dating someone who was heavily involved in the club, but quit coming once the relationship went sour. Their dedication was inspiring - truly the stuff of legend.
He didn't mean to be so cynical or so crabby - well, not to the degree to which he was being and certainly without a particular blonde to be witness to the ongoings of his thoughts. “Dom,” he said, schooling his features into a solemn look. The one he got whenever his Ben’s political adversaries dismissed him as a boy playing at political understanding. “When have I ever been anything but the epitome of a stony faced advocate? Everything I do, I do for the people.” It was true, for the most part. The actual truth was that Dom was always more...of the people than he was. It wasn’t to say that he didn’t bleed for the same causes - that he wasn’t as motivated to find equality (equity? Both. Definitely both.) But, it also felt true enough that Dom believed in these causes more. It was Dom’s beliefs that led to the creation of WFABW in the first place. Miles probably would have resigned himself to complaining on Hoot about the unfairness of...everything. Argue that something needed to be done and probably - probably - present solutions. It would have felt like he was screaming into the void and demanding for attention that was not quite deserved.
Who was he but a 17 year old with too much attention on him. It wasn’t even because of his own merits, but because of his dads. He was privileged and did not forget it for a moment, but did he not use that to the advantaged of the disinclined? Did he not leave room for them to speak, only taking the stage when it was required of him. Generally to get others into the right circles. Miles preferred to work in the background and not be the voice or face of a movement, no matter how handsome he was. That was, of course, partly because he had found himself to be the face of a successful foster child/adopted child and it was stupid because he couldn't even really remember a time before he was Miles Phillip Fawcett-Vance. Someone better should have been picked - someone like Toby. To be honest, Toby had the face of someone who should be plastered everywhere if also only because Miles wanted his face up everywhere all the time. Even if Toby exhausted Miles as Dom did - always looking to be doing something and not seemingly content to be relaxed and doing nothing. As if doing nothing on purpose wasn't a difficult task to accomplish.
“Toby,” his voice did not purr. He was not a cat, no matter how spiritually he identified with the creature. (He had this theory that if he had the patience to become an animagus, he would absolutely be a cat.) It was just his voice that changed. It only raised a level and dropped the hint of mock-teasing (mocksing) that he reserved for Dom and Charles and the Notts and generally everyone he wasn't trying to get into the pants of. Currently, that was Tomcy. “Tell Dom I'm not dramatic. That I'm exactly as theatric as I need to be. Which is almost not at all.”
Post by Tobin "Toby" Hugo on Jul 27, 2018 8:03:02 GMT
Toby couldn’t help but smile at Dom and Miles’ teasing. No matter how much they and Charlotte would or would not refer to themselves as the leaders of Wizards for a Better World, there was no doubt in anyone’s minds that that was exactly what they were. Capable of inspiring even the most tired and dejected, they really were brilliant - and watching them in human mode was also pretty entertaining.
He nodded and glanced at his notes with Dom’s attention on him. “I think the music programme is such an important focus. We can’t let them lose it - it’s one of the only opportunities for non magical creative expression hogwarts students have got.” Toby was intrigued as well by what it might be that Dom was planning. Her ideas could be absolutely golden - or could be destined for disaster. In the most loving possible way. “Do we get to know what, or is that a spoiler?” he asked. Shuffling his notes, Toby glanced at Miles. “ Yeah, I still want to push for the foundation day for students before they come to Hogwarts. I think I’ve worked out a way we can do it in a way that will cost the school pretty much nothing. Which is always going to make things work slightly better for us.”
Toby absolutely did not feel a pleasing jolt in his stomach at Miles saying his name in that particular tone of voice. That would be incredibly inappropriate for a meeting in which he was supposed to be behaving in a vaguely professional way, and also childish. He really did want to just ask Miles out, but couldn’t work out the best way to go about it - should they go for a drink? Where? Was there anywhere in Hogwarts that was at all appropriate/romantic/not stupid and overdone by fifth years? Would Miles even want to? Toby couldn’t exactly take him to the kitchens, and he didn’t exactly have experience in much else - any of his previous relationships had tended to only stretch to picnics by the lake or charming four-poster curtains shut, and that didn’t feel quite right for this. Maybe he should talk to Jasper.
“I think your level of drama tends to be pretty fitting, although I can’t help but agree with Dom that verve and vigour suits you best.” Toby bit his lip, trying to balance his tone between flirting without alienating Dom. “Will you treat us to any of that today?” Looking back at Dom, Toby tilted his head, his interest piqued. It had been a while since they’d had any completely new members, which was usually what visitors meant - or eventually ended up meaning. While Toby tried to make it a point to get on with everyone he came across in Hogwarts, not really seeing the purpose in not doing so, this club was ultimately where he tended to find his people. The ones who shared the same passions and priorities that he did, who believed not only that a better world was necessary, but possible. He didn’t always agree with everyone on the small things, or see as many of some members as others, but that was part of the joy of the thing. It didn’t matter that they weren’t all his boys, or that he’d never have even thought of some of the younger members without WFABW: he did have it, which meant that he did know them, and cared about them deeply. And all of them, he was sure, made him a better person overall. “Who’s the newbie?” he asked.
Post by Christian George Fraser on Jul 27, 2018 14:59:41 GMT
It was moments like this that Christian was glad he kept his quiv on silent, off vibrate, at all times. Scrolling through a group chat that he'd got all the information he'd needed from in the first message, and the replies were totally unnecessary. He was sat at dinner in the Great Hall with Jasper and Baggy, both of whom had carried on talking after he'd read out the first hext trusting him to pass on anything else they'd need to know as he took one for the team and read the rest of the hexts. Obviously nothing else worth noting had come up. The meeting tonight would be in the music classroom, not the transfiguration one. Grand. No reply needed. Merlin knows why other people had responded.
Wizards for a Better World meetings were somehow both a highlight and a major cause of anxiety for Christian. It wasn't that he was against the idea of improving the world, it was just that the whole process was kind of overwhelming. Any situation that involved being in the same room as Dominique Weasley seemed to have that affect on him - this weird mix of must argue every point presented to prove it is bulletproof and I think I'm gonna be sick.
When his phone lit up again Christian actually considered throwing it into the enchanted ceiling, until he noticed the name of the chat and realised it must be Toby. Unless Baggy was hexting them on the sly under the table again, but it looked like Tobes just needed food. That he could do.
He fired his response out whilst looking at the options. There was a decent enough spread today and it was early enough that a lot of the options were left too. Toby, so vegetarian, and he'd asked for something filling.
Pies. Perfect. The joys of both being from northern England meant Christian knew deep in his soul that Toby would also have chosen from that plate. He wrapped a butter pie in a napkin, trusting Jasper to pick up something sweet too as he promised. And after that practically without saying a word they all got up to head to the meeting.
Practically without saying a word because, well, it was them. So they were still chatting, just not about what they were doing, so Christian didn't really notice where they were until they were outside the door to the music classroom. At which point, he took a step back to make sure the others went first. He didn't want to seem like the eager one here.
As soon as they were through the door he glanced around to try and find Toby - annoyed but not surprised to see him sat chatting with Dom, of all people, and Miles. Which, ooh, only this morning during their weekly pre-dawn Alchemy homework date (and why why why do they do those the same mornings as WFABW meetings? Thursdays are so long) had Christian found out Toby was holding a torch for the Ravenclaw so at least that filled his chest with a happy warmth, not fear.
Knowing that neither Jasper nor Baggy would do the task for him - this wasn't the first time they'd arrived with food for Toby and if you were carrying it then you were delivering, it was kind of a thing - he made his way over to the table. He purposefully ignored what was being said so as to not get dragged into any sort of argument before the meeting had even begun, just waved the wrapped pie in front of Toby's face with one hand whilst ruffling his hair with the other.
"You're in luck, mate, butter pie!" He commented, simply, before nodding in greeting at Miles, and Dom too. He wasn't rude. "Also, duck." And then he turned, and jogged back to his boys. Pleased with the knowledge that Toby was fed, and that his new goose campaign had begun.
Post by Viola G. Bennett on Jul 30, 2018 14:50:02 GMT
It wasn't exactly as easy a journey to get to the WFABW meeting this week - usually it would be a case of strolling out of the Great Hall and finding yourself almost immediately in the Transfiguration classroom. So Viola wouldn't be all too surprised if there were a few stragglers turning up to the meeting after it actually commenced. Sure it was only a few flights of stairs, but one should never underestimate the laziness of the Hogwarts populace, even if they were all meeting up to try and save the world. She'd set off early just in case, because she loathed the idea of walking in after everyone had already started talking, and all their eyes swivelling to look at her in an accusatory sort of way. Not that any of them were mean - there wasn't anyone in their club that Viola would ever consider mean, and she loved being a part of it - she could just do without the attention like that, you know?
It would be better with Bea there, she knew as she climbed the last few stairs to the fifth floor. They didn't share the same lessons final thing on a Thursday, so they often found it easier on a different schedule just to meet up at the meeting rather than faff around beforehand. Usually Viola was the first there - as she was again today - and she found them a couple of seats next to each other out of the way of the main action, but with good eye line of Dominique Weasley's table to survey the room at large. They were there for a reason, after all, even if Viola didn't particularly want to be in the centre of it all. She smiled gently as a hello as she walked past the girl in question, surrounded by a couple of the other seventh years, but didn't stop to voice a hello. They looked like they were in the middle of something, and she'd much rather sit and observe than get involved. She sat down, fiddling idly with her pendant on her necklace, and enjoyed the chatter around her as she waited for her girlfriend.
tagged: Beatrice Hero Selwyn & WFABW words: 360 notes: getting used to her voice so short and sweet but a start!
Post by Jasper M. Kirke on Aug 2, 2018 15:58:42 GMT
Jasper really should stop being surprised when he gets messages from Toby telling him that he’d skipped food or sleep or some other basic thing humans needed to survive - but no matter how many times Toby would tell him something like that, his heart would still hurt a little. He should know that Toby was like a Hogwarts ghost who could somehow miraculously function without thinking about these sorts of things and still remain a mortal, but Jasper can’t help but worry about him a little! It wasn’t right! Going without food! And Merlin, if he wasn’t going to spoil him as much as he could and make sure that that boy wasn’t going to work himself into in early grave. Sometimes out of sheer necessity Jasper ended up like the Mum of their group - less because he was responsible, and more because he wanted to make sure that his boys were all well loved and okay (and he was one hundred percent okay with fulfilling that role).
He saw Christian start grabbing some pies, and Jasper knew his duty, and replied as much in their group hext chat, before he eyed some of the desert options in front of them. Were profiteroles too sexy a food for a meeting? Maybe, maybe not - did other people think profiteroles were sexy? Jasper did. But even if they were, he wasn't going to deny Toby deliciousness for the sake of propriety, as he created a sling or sorts out of a napkin and loaded it with the creamy-chocolatey balls of goodness. Toby deserved sexy pastries, he thought, and since neither of the other guys said otherwise as they all stood up to set off, he could only assume that they thought the exact same.
When they arrived outside the music classroom, Jasper stepped forward and took the lead of the group, from before when they'd been moving through the castle as a homogenous mush. Christian has this thing - Jasper had never really questioned it, because if his friends asked him to do something, he just kind of said 'yeah, sure' and did it - where he didn't like the be the first one to walk into the room of wherever the meeting was held. He could only assume that it was something to do with Dom Weasley, but trying to understand the way his mate's mind worked in regards to his crush meant doing mental gymnastics he couldn't cope with, so he'd kind of just accepted it as fact now. It wasn't like he ever had any qualms about walking into any room first, so it was no skin off his back to do his friend this solid (no matter how potentially unfounded whatever anxieties causing the reasoning were).
Still, whatever held back Christian from walking in first did not stop him from casually sauntering over to Dom's inner circle to drop off his food for Toby. Progress? He wasn't sure - you could never really tell when it came to how Christian felt about Dom Weasley - most of the time you just kind of had to go with the wave. Which he did, following Christian just a few steps behind with a smile on his face. While Christian grabbed Toby from one side, Jasper came round the other to trap him in some sort of Hufflepuff sandwich. And when Christian 'ducked' so confidently, Jasper's first instinct was to laugh (because of, you know, the love of The Game), but he couldn't help but let his eyes flicker to the Gryffindor at the table over and the conversation that they'd just interrupted to see how she'd take that. Bless his heart and his inability to romance a girl - Christian didn't really help himself sometimes.
"I'm here to bring desert," Jasper said, as Christian jogged away again. He dropped to a knee and held out his offerings to Toby. "My liege," he said ceremoniously, before dumping them on the table. "I picked them all out special for you. Enjoy, Smush." He grinned at the other two then. "Dom, Miles," he said in greeting to them both, but didn't bother hanging around for a longer conversation - there'd be time for that later, and he wanted to go grab a good table before more people turned up. He stood up and jogged back over to Christian, flinging an arm around his mate's shoulders and pulling him in for a rough hug, and pulling them towards a table further to the back. "You're such a twat," he said affectionately, and quietly enough that the others wouldn't hear him, but smacking a sloppy kiss on the top of his curls. "I love you, never change please."
