t would be a lie to say that Wren was entirely comfortable with her recent decision to join Anima Magus. She fully believed in the group's ultimate goals, though she had held her tongue when it came to how to get to those results. All she wanted was to know if there were options, if solutions were even a possibility. So, she was still a little hesitant to follow through with Freya's orders to recruits other Hogwarts students to their cause. Wren had never been an activist, and she preferred persuading people with her Beater's bat. Still, she figured she'd have to try at some point, or risk disappointing or angering Freya.
There was one student that Wren had heard a lot about when the Prefects got together. She recognized a lot of her own frustrations in those that he expressed, and she knew that she had found her first potential recruit. So here she was, waiting outside of the Potions classroom in the dungeons to pull him aside and hopefully change his whole world.
Potions was not exactly Carter's idea of a good time. He was really not at all a fan of this professor. At all. He wasn't exactly a fan of a lot of professors truth be told, but right now, he was not pleased with this one. Grumbling under his breath at the homework that they had been given, he exited the classroom.
He noticed the sixth year Ravenclaw girl, but paid her no mind. That was until she approached him. He frowned, and crossed his arms over his chest. "What?" Maybe she had the wrong person, maybe she was just here to be a pain. But he couldn't think of any other reason some Ravenclaw would seek him out. Maybe he'd punched someone she liked and she was going to tell him off. How boring.
ren was not what one would call "subtle." When the Gryffindor exited the Potions classroom, she physically grabbed him by the arm and pulled him out of the flow of the other students' traffic. If she had been anyone else and didn't have that prefect badge on her school robes, then she would have been in trouble. But she was who she was, so she got away with it. After she let go, he immediately had defaulted to the standard troublemaker pose - crossing his arms. Wren rolled her eyes, unimpressed by his display of annoyance. When he asked what she wanted, Wren asked, "You're name's Carter Hayes, right? Or have I got the wrong Gryffindor who's been going on a punching spree across the castle?"
Oh so she knew his name, great. Somehow that made him even more certain that he didn't want to be here for this, especially considering that he didn't have a damn clue who she was. As she continued on, he narrowed his eyes slightly. "Yeah, that's me," he said. "What of it?" She was wearing a prefects badge, so maybe she was going to tell him off.
Though that might actually work better from the prefects in his own house. No, that was a lie, really. He really didn't give a damn what the prefects tried to do. Teachers could be a bit more inconvenient, prefects? Eh. He wasn't fussed. Maybe if this was boring he could just go walk off and leave her there. He was pretty sure that he could take her if she tried to stop him.
ren had garnered something of a reputation in her time as a prefect for being notoriously strict when it came to the rules. Most Ravenclaws had learned to avoid her in the corridors of the castle, but students from other houses had a diminished understanding of her use of power. Therefore, she was a little upset, but not surprised that this Gryffindor boy considered her to be as lenient as most of the other prefects. If only he knew that that was not her real reason for pulling him aside today.
"You're not in trouble, if that's what you're thinking. At least, not yet," Wren told him before checking around to make sure that the professor and other students had all left the vicinity. "I'd like to offer you a.... let's call it an 'opportunity'. You strike me as someone with a lot of rage - I'd like to give you a place to direct that rage and perhaps even make a difference." Wren paused for a moment and then asked, "Have you ever heard of Anima Magus?"
He wasn't in trouble? Carter squinted at her. Then what the hell was this about? What other reason would some Ravenclaw prefect have to drag him aside? His eyes narrowed more as she kept talking. "An opportunity?" he said dubiously.
An opportunity because he had rage? What was this? "No, I haven't. The hell is that?" Should he have heard of it? Who knew. It did not sound anything at all familiar to him. Some sort of thing to make a difference? Did he even care about making a difference? A difference to what?