September Wenlock

Even when you think you have your life all mapped out, things happen that shape your destiny in ways you never imagined. September Wenlock 5th year Hufflepuff Arithmancy prodigy Borders on Divination Teaches professors a thing or two. Awkward but loyal #GeekChick 🐣

It seems very modest to me.

#SeductiveSunday maybe?

My attempts at #SexySaturday

Madame Sprout about what she had seen the moment she arrived. It seemed this danger involved the whole school...]

There might even be death! What was this? Her mind continued to fly through the calculations and things were taking better shape. Hopefully soon she could see the source of the danger so that she could be better prepared and head it off. She would also have to tell Dumbledore or+

her 5th year at Hogwarts, the year she would take her O.W.L exams. She had started her chart to see how her year would take shape and if she would do well on her exams, but this was shaping up to be worse than failing an exam could ever be. There was danger in this year for her.+

to keep pace with her brain as it whizzed through the numbers faster than most could do them with a calculator. As the formula became more and more clear, so did the frown on September's face. These numbers were not good. There was something wrong; very, very wrong. This was+

lightly with every stroke. She reached into an inner pocket over her oversized mustard colored blazer and pulled out a small notebook. She quickly started jotting down numbers as her mind went through the complicated calculations. Her pencil flew as her penmanship struggled+

[September watched her friend Maxine leave with the muggle woman. She looked around absently at the busy platform, first up one side and then down the other. Seeing nothing to busy herself with she plopped down on her trunk and sat there, her feet swinging and kicking the trunk+

I’M TRENDING! #September.

Hello. No need to panic. I’m actually very kind.

Thank you. I’ve always thought of it as a curse. I’d like to just be a regular Judy or something.

Hello, Jason. I’m September.

Um. Why would I go to your house? I don’t even know you.

Here? No. Well, I suppose it depends on your definition of where one lives.

*September smiles. She had never really been complimented like that before.* Thank you. That is not most people’s opinion, though. They tell me outright to my face how awkward and offputting I am.

Really? No one has called me beautiful before. “Awkward” is usually the term.

Do you really think so?

#SexySaturday. I cannot believe I’m doing this. Is it the Imperius curse?

Do I have to go to the “Welcome Back to Hogwarts Dance?”