the prophecy | friday & lulu

[lulu anne blishwick]

APRIL 2026

The past couple of weeks Lulu found herself pissed off. It was an unhealthy emotion that consumed her entirely from the inside out, causing her to be downright destructive. She hated how she felt on the inside. After her confrontation with Arlo Bletchley , he made her feel worse. She denied the vision LUNA LACHESIS TRELAWNEY had about her and Friday Weekly partaking in unsavory acts to be true, hell, she accidentally laughed straight in his face because it wasn't true and was downright random. But Arlo closed her off and didn't believe her, he had her feeling frustrated again trying to explain herself and deny a stupid rumor that didn't even happen.

Lulu also found the 'prophecy' a bit funny in the moment it was brought up by Arlo considering she had gotten cozy with Saturday Weekly the year prior at the Weekly New Years party, but she wasn't going to mention the 'wrong Weekly' part to Arlo. That was history and Saturday didn't attend Hogwarts anymore...

But as Lulu perched on a bench in the courtyard facing the fountain, daydreaming of punching Lunas nose in, she noticed Friday saunter across the courtyard and sit down. The Gryffindor was tall, with nice hair, and a slightly distracted look on his face, but in that moment she noticed he was undeniablably cute in a goofy and chaotic sort of way. Everybody knew he had a knack for trouble, notably a more recent incident involving the library and fireworks. Well, at least the lion was always true to himself, she'd give him that.

It didn't take long for Lulu to make up her mind.

The purple haired snake fluffed her hair and yanked her shirt down ever so slightly to show more skin. Taking a breath in, she flounced over to where the Weekly boy was sitting and dramatically fell into his lap, "Fridaaay!" she sang with a growing devilish smile, "Hiii." Lulu greeted, an arm snaking behind his neck, burrowing her way into his personal bubble. When she threw herself on him, it was meant to be more silly than salacious in that moment, but it could have been easily taken any other way to Friday or any onlookers. Truthfully, she wasn't entirely sure of her motive yet. Lulu cocked her head to the side with a chuckle, "Have you heard the 'news'?" she asked him vaguely, blinking at him through her eyelashes with a curious smile to see how he'd react.

@friday

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A trunk laid on its side in the Gryffindor boys dorm. The contents sprawled across the floor in no real system of organization and in the center of this mess was the likely suspect, Friday Weekly. By this point many of the other Gryffindors had stopped bothering to ask what he was doing on just about any subject. The ones that were his fellow Ilvermorny transfers certainly had at least. They just stepped around the mess and occasionally gave an annoyed sigh as they had to watch their step. Friday had borrowed a book from one his siblings and now he couldn’t find it. Borrowed wasn’t exactly the right term. The book was forced on him in an attempt to get him to actually study. It hadn’t worked and now they requested the book back. He could have sworn he had thrown it in his trunk but now it was no where to be seen.

Slowly his attention to this task started to wane, it was boring and he wasn’t very interested in the matter. He had hoped he hadn’t lost the book but it just wasn’t here. Friday figured getting his mind off of the book would allow him to just remember where he had left it. Sound logic to a boy who just wanted to stop searching, who’d rather do anything else more fun. Righting his trunk he pulled out his wand. With a few quick wand movements the many items on the floor flew into the trunk. Also with no real care or organization. It was a mess of contents but that was how Friday had it anyway.

Looking to get as far as he could from the common room, Friday came down to the first floor. Again, with no real plan besides to just get somewhere else. Many people would have had some idea of what they were going to do or where they were headed. Friday just did things and if something came to him or fun happened. That was what happened. Looking over toward the courtyard he shrugged and thought, why not. Finding a nice bench near the fountain he sat down. It'd give him a second from walking down a million flights of stairs it felt like before moving on to who knew where. It wasn’t long before he felt someone sit next to him, looking over it was Lulu Blishwick. Typically Friday was terrible with the names of people he didn’t talk too much but Lulu was a very different subject. His sister, Monday, had punched her cousin Jimmie at his party during the Summer. So he knew the Blishwick names.

Lulu said his name before putting an arm around him, getting close. Friday didn’t exactly mind. He wasn’t one who cared for personal space. Lord knew he didn’t give people their own personal space at times. She gave a long hi with a smile. “Hey Lulu, trying out new ways to greet people? I like it.” he replied back with a smile of his own. She asked if he had heard the news as she cocked her head a little and continued to smile. Friday hadn’t exactly heard anything particularly interesting lately. “No? Unless people have started to find the spare class rooms I’ve been filling with jell-o.” Friday replied with his own mischievous smile, proud of the work he had been doing in the random spare classrooms no one had been using for such a long time it seemed.

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[lulu anne blishwick]

APRIL 2026

Lulu giggled when Friday greeted her, unphased by her falling into his lap, so she tucked herself a little closer to him. The unfamiliarity of his body sent a wave of excitement to her stomach because she knew she was doing something she shouldn't be doing. Particularly something that would hurt Arlo, because he hurt her.

The snake wasn't sure what Friday had said about Jell-O in classrooms, but that mischievous smile of his had sure caught her eye. Her fingers twirled in the Weekly boys hair aimlessly, "I would love to hear more about whatever that is you're doing with Jell-O, but I may have information that will be of interest to you..." she drawled with a dramatic quirked eyebrow, feigning nonchalance. Her icy saucers attempted to catch his gaze in a flicker of interest. "Friday, I am here to inform you that you have been 'seen' in a so-called prophecy involving yourself and I...and allegedly unsavory acts." she informed him vaguely, but as matter of factly. Her body language was a good indicator that she wasn't angry about the prophecy, as she remained draped over Fridays lap, arm looped around the back of his neck. If he seemed uncomfortable in the slightest she'd quickly apologize, but he didn't seem bothered.

@friday

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Lulu seemed to get even more comfortable as Friday showed no concern that she was so close to him. Even going so far as to play with his hair. It had felt nice for a moment but Friday was beginning to get curious on just what was brining all this about. He didn’t know Lulu all too well. Yet, again he was open just about anything so was willing to see what was going on as long as it might be interesting. Lulu mentioned she would like to hear about his antics with Jell-O at some point but she had other information that might interest him. “I’m all ears, you do have the best seat in the house after all to keep my attention.” Friday joked, fully paying attention to what ever might be so important that Lulu decided to drape her arms around on and rest in his lap.

Fridays attention drifted off as Lulu explained what information she had. No so much that he wasn’t interested. Just more focused on the excitement that he was involved in a prophecy. He didn’t question if it was true or just a rumor. Friday just got a kick out of the idea of being in an actual prophecy. His brain still processed the rest of what she was saying just a little bit slower because of it. “They saw us committing unsavory acts in the prophecy? Should we go hustle them for some money for the privileged of that?” Friday asked through a couple of laughs at the idea. He would have liked to imagine a prophecy involving him was something more life or death but here they possibly were. “So when does this fateful day take place?” Friday inquired curious what the reply might be. She at least didn’t seem offended by there being such a prophecy. Made obvious by how he had her arms around him and was on his lap.

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