Daisy Hookum (hookum) wrote in cortinula,
@ 2008-05-31 15:54:00

Who: Daisy Hookum and Amelia Bones
Where: Madam Primpernelle's, Diagon Alley
Date: August 31, 1977
When: Mid-afternoon
Status: Incomplete

After the town's initial wave of curiosity, Daisy's summers were usually rather quiet. Her parents were her only family on Rathlin Island, and therefore the only ones who knew where she went for each school year. Everyone else assumed that she'd been given a scholarship to a prestigious prep school of some sort due to some precociousness the teacher, Mrs. Fleming, hadn't picked up on. (The town had teasingly ridiculed her for weeks. Since then, she'd nurtured the remainder of her students tenfold, leaping at any display of aptitude and writing numerous letters to Eton about each and every one of them.)

Daisy, however, could not presently be playing the part any more the opposite of the prodigy the officials of some-impressive-school-or-other had gone to the trouble of scouting for in the North Sea. As she did every year, her mother had insisted on inspecting every single item on the shelves of every single store, and Daisy, following the routine implemented after her first year, when she'd actually been just as curious, had wandered away- into Madam Primpernelle's, of all places.

The racks of various potions and cosmetics had been more or less eradicated- due to the distance of her home and her parents' lack of magical transportation, Daisy was forced to do her school shopping late. Not to be dissuaded, however, Daisy carefully picked her way through the aisles, which more or less resembled debris from a disastrous war- one between teenaged girls over perfume intoxicated with male-attracting spells, that is. Spotting an interesting display, Daisy laced over to a rack of lip glosses ornamented with proclamations of the enhancing charms they'd been peppered with. Unabashedly, Daisy selected a much-used tester cylinder and smoothed it over her lips.

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serendipity
2008-06-01 11:41 pm UTC (link)

Amelia couldn't be more relieved to be out of the house for a while. Last summer, their first summer alone in the decent sized Bones estate after the death of her parents, had been hell. Every nook and cranny reminded her of her parents and the memories they had shared in the house. As nice as it was to spend some private time with both of her brothers, fact remained that the halls were eerily quiet without the presence of their parents.

This summer had been no different. Last year they had all stayed away from the kitchen as much as possible, as if by unspoken agreement. Their mother had always been in the kitchen, and Amelia experienced a pang of regret every time she entered the kitchen to see a big empty table, where her mother was supposed to sit. The same went for her father's chair, his cigars still neatly laid out on the small table beside it.

But this summer Oliver had been adamant. As soon as Edgar and Amelia had arrived home, Oliver had sat them down and declared in his oldest-sibling voice that it was time for them to face the facts. They spent the next few weeks going over all their parents' stuff together. Painful moments had been shared, as well as nostalgically happy ones, and by the end of it Amelia had felt as if she had been wrung out emotionally. It had been good for them, she knew, but it didn't change the fact that for the moment anything concerning her family wanted to make her run in the other direction.

Wandering around Diagon Alley, Amelia took her time looking in various shopping windows, just enjoying a day out but not really taking in anything she was seeing. She found herself randomly entering a brightly lit shop, smiling at the various items on display before suddenly crashing in to someone. "Oh!" she said, trying to regain her balance and blushing slightly in embarrassment. "I'm sorry. I wasn't paying attention."

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hookum
2008-06-02 10:40 pm UTC (link)

Daisy inspected the gloss’ effect in the small mirror that had been placed on the display’s counter for just that purpose. Examining her reflection, Daisy could hardly suppress her giggle- the lip gloss, which was marketed for its inherent ability to “plump up the pout”, had done its job a bit too well. Daisy pursed and puckered her lips in turn, mimicking the witch pictured on the display and examining the results in the mirror. Rolling her eyes as the witch stormed out of the frame, Daisy picked up the mirror to scrutinize her grotesque enlargement in greater detail.

Yelping spectacularly as Amelia bumped into her, Daisy hurtled forward a few steps, the mirror positively flung from her grasp. Wincing as it crashed a few feet ahead of her, Daisy wrenched herself upright with the help of the counter, knocking off a few tubes of lip gloss in the process. Without further ado, she spun around to face her assailant.

“Amelia!” Daisy exclaimed, her jaw dropping for a few moments before she broke out into a large smile. Kicking aside the dropped glosses, Daisy stepped toward her for a hug.

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serendipity
2008-06-02 10:59 pm UTC (link)

If there were any holes around to crawl into, Amelia would have been gone faster than you could say "Quidditch". She was mortified. How often had her brothers told her to watch where she was going? Running a quick hand through her hair, she prepared to face the person she had run into, hoping it wasn't someone she really didn't want to face right now, like Evan Rosier. She frowned at a tube of lip gloss that had landed on the floor in front of her. Evan would never let her hear the end of it.

As a very familiar voice penetrated her thoughts, her head snapped up. "Daisy!" she said, smiling in surprise and relief. She let herself be engulfed in a hug before stepping back. "How good to see you! Sorry about running into you like that. I was miles away." She smiled sheepishly at her friend. "I hope I didn't hurt you."

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hookum
2008-06-03 01:13 am UTC (link)

“No, no,” Daisy admonished, waving Amelia’s concerns away with one hand. “I’m completely fine- although I’m afraid we can’t say the same for that,” she continued, giving the now-shattered mirror a backward glance over one shoulder. Shrugging callously, Daisy gave Amelia another beaming smile, enlarged doubly by the forgotten enchanted gloss.

Leaning one hand on the display counter, which had now taken on an even more destroyed appearance, Daisy eyed the fallen tubes doubtfully. “I hope no one from the front desk heard all that,” she said, attempting to glance over the aisle unsuccessfully.

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serendipity
2008-06-03 10:38 am UTC (link)

Amelia bit her lip, surveying the damage around her. "If someone heard, I would have expected them to be here by now," she said, reaching for her wand and casting a quick Reparo on the mirror before making an attempt to fix the display counter.

"I'm afraid there isn't much we can do about the lip gloss, though," she said as she picked up several tubes from the floor, some of which had clearly been trampled during the accident. She quickly vanished some streaks of red lip gloss now marring the previously crisp white floor. Rising to her feet again, she spotted Daisy's lips. "What happened to you?" she said, giggling slightly.

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hookum
2008-06-03 09:06 pm UTC (link)

Daisy nodded in agreement and gave up on her struggle to see over the aisle, which had involved a series of small jumps and otherwise unsuccessful attempts to gain height by way of leaning on the counter. “They’re probably used to a bit of a disturbance every now and then,” she said, referring to the ladies at the front desk. “I can’t imagine what this place was like during their rush.”

“What?” Daisy asked, momentarily confused and reaching toward her lips with one hand. Touching them a bit sooner than she ordinarily would have, Daisy grinned, realizing what Amelia had been referring to. “It’s this lip gloss,” she said, bending down to retrieve a stray cylinder from the floor and showing its label to Amelia. Rolling her eyes, Daisy wiped her other hand across her lips- thankfully, the spell didn’t transfer to her hand.

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serendipity
2008-06-04 12:56 pm UTC (link)

"Hmm," Amelia said noncommittally, trying to bend the tube of lip gloss back to its original shape and quickly giving up. "I guess I'll have to buy these," she sighed, eyeing the tubes with suspicion and wondering what to do with them. She rarely wore make-up, and didn't feel like starting now.

At Daisy's explanation, she leaned forward to study the gloss's effect. "Is it supposed to do that?" she asked, before studying the label, now even more wary about having to spend her money on it. "I don't suppose you have a use for these, do you?" she said jokingly, gathering the damaged glosses and taking a few steps towards the front desk. "I think I've seem enough of this shop. D'you want go out for ice cream or something?" She quirked her head questioningly. It was good to see Daisy again, and it would be nice to catch up on things for a bit.

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hookum
2008-06-04 08:12 pm UTC (link)

“You can’t mend them?” Daisy asked, sincerely surprised. Her own experiences with magic often led her to either deeply underestimate what it could do, or, in situations usually brought on by some fantastic spellwork done by a professor, expect a bit too much from it. But, according to Daisy’s logic, if Professor McGonagall could transfigure herself into a cat, twisting a tube back into its original shape shouldn’t be too difficult. Not that she would have the slightest inkling on how to actually go about doing it, but still.

Daisy laughed and shook her head, glancing in the now-whole mirror to be sure that she’d successfully rubbed off all of the gloss’ traces. “Can’t say that I do,” she admitted, wiping at her lower lip a bit more with one finger. “At any rate, ought you to really buy them? They hardly count, not next to all this,” Daisy explained, waving one hand around as a surveyor of the shop’s somewhat dilapidated status. At Amelia’s suggestion, Daisy nodded excitedly. “Where to? Fortescue’s?”

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serendipity
2008-06-08 07:30 pm UTC (link)

"I'm afraid not," Amelia said, smiling wryly. "Magic accomplishes a whole lot of things, but there are limits. I still think there's a lot we can learn from muggles. It's ingenious, the things they can do without magic. Sometimes I feel witches and wizards are just taking the easy way out." She quirked a smile at Daisy.

Walking towards the front desk, she pondered Daisy's question. "I'm sure it wouldn't be absolutely necessary for me to buy these," she answered, "But it's the decent thing to do, and it's not like I can't afford to pay for the damage I did." Taking a few coins from her pocket, she quickly paid for the lip gloss, making sure to apologise for the disturbance. It never hurt to be polite, and her parents had made sure she realised the wizarding world wasn't that big, so any foot she set wrong could come back to haunt her someday.

"Fortescue it is!" she said, turning back to Daisy and linking her arm through hers. "Let's get out of here!"

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hookum
2008-06-10 10:21 pm UTC (link)

Daisy still appeared slightly confused, but accepted Amelia's explanation doubtlessly. “Neither can bend lip glosses, though,” she said, making a face as she and Amelia meandered over to the counter. “You know,” she said playfully, hanging behind as Amelia paid, “I’m going to fully expect to see you wearing that on at least one occasion this year.”

“Right!” she agreed, walking instep with Amelia as they strode through the doorway. Out in the bright light of the street, Daisy took a moment to blink around, pausing slightly. “You dunno which direction it is, do you?” she asked, leaning forward to gaze first in one direction, and then in the other. She’d never entirely gotten used to memorizing her way around- if anything, Hogwarts, with its moving staircases and vanishing rooms, had been a deterrent.

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