February 1, 1884 — Hogwarts, Fifth Year Boys Dorms

Wren would be going into his sixth year in a matter of months and yet he found himself to be on the small end of the spectrum. He was also often mixed up with being a third year which was a blow to his pride. He wanted to be taller, he wanted to have more muscle on his body. It did not occur to him that he could take up a couple of workout routines to achieve at least one of these things. Instead, he was seeking to create a series of potions that might help his aims. He had his new, small cauldron hidden under his bed for this purpose.

"Paxxy, what do you reckon Jack Humphrey-Mavis eats?" He asked from his perch on his own bed, quill poised to take note of Calvin Paxton's speculations. Humphrey-Mavis was around average height but seemed quite muscular. It also did not occur to Wren that Jack's form was the result of being 1) a very wealthy noble and 2) active in athletics like Quidditch.

Calvin Paxton / Fortitude Greengrass

  

"The same things we do, while he's here," Calvin answered with a shrug. Humphrey-Mavis was far wealthier than either of them would ever be, but Calvin didn't think that earned him anything special while he was at Hogwarts. Well, maybe special treatment from professors on occasion, if they were the sort to be impressed by a title (Calvin wasn't; he was mostly confused by the matter. How could someone have an honorific at fifteen? They hadn't even done anything yet). The food that was magicked up to the Great Hall seemed pretty universal, though. He couldn't imagine that Humphrey-Mavis could have been eating anything else.

"Why?" he asked, glancing up from the homework assignment he'd been working on while sat atop the comforter of his bed. "Does he have bad breath?"

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