gardenmod (gardenmod) wrote in thegarden,
@ 2009-07-24 14:14:00

Who: Everyone
Where: Platform 9 3/4
When: September 1st, 1942

It was a dreary day, which was rather unfortunate since everyone seemed to be proper chuffed to be going back to school. All the students were milling around the Hogwarts Express, saying good by to their families and siblings, hoping they made it out of London safely. The attacks had seemed to stop, or at least platform 9 3/4 had enchantments against it for the safety of the students.

The train whistled loudly and all the students said their final goodbyes, hoping to see their families again soon. When everyone was on the train, it began to leave, a turret of smoke billowing up in the sky behind it as it gathered speed.

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olivebranch
2009-07-29 09:23 pm UTC (link)

Olive Hornby was, despite the fact that she was heading to Hogwarts after months of doing absolutely nothing at home (something she was not and never would be accustomed to), not in a good mood. To begin, her parents couldn’t even drop her and Sebastian off at the station because Liam needed to go to the hospital, again. And while it was for a perfectly good reason; they think they’ve finally figured out what it was that Liam had, Olive didn’t care, and she especially didn’t care when she saw all the parents wishing their children off for a safe trip, telling them not to get in trouble even though they knew they were going to anyways. And despite the fact that she was not a particularly sentimental girl in the slightest, she wanted that.

“Stupid Liam and his stupid sickness,” She muttered under her breath, to which her other brother replied with a noticeable eyeroll. When they got on the train, they went their separate ways as usual, she to the Gryffindors and he to the Ravenclaws, though this time, she felt more like sitting with the Ravenclaws. Olive loved her friends dearly, but her relationship with one friend in particular was beginning to get a little too complicated, and Olive didn’t do complicated. When complicated was headed in her direction, Olive ran the other way, and that was what she was doing right now.

She meandered through the corridors of the train, peering into the cabins to see who was in which and frequently making stops for chocolate frogs and sugar quills to distract her from thoughts that weren’t quite as simple as she liked. But she couldn’t walk around forever, and when she finally came to a stopping point, she opened up a door at random, and shoved herself and her tawny owl Ferdinand into the cart without even bothering to see who she would be sitting with.

"Hey."

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drury
2009-07-30 03:19 am UTC (link)

"Olive darling." The cigarette Druella had quietly obscured behind her knees (her feet propped up on the seat opposite her and a magazine open in her lap as she flipped through the flimsy pages) made a reappearance now, since it wasn't a professor or other irritant, and Dru took a drag as she considered the new arrival. "You look positively peaky," she declared, in little puffs of smoke. "Didn't you get any sun this summer?"

Still, she pulled her feet down off the other seat, rearranging herself with one knee crossed over the other (just the way her mother hated) and her things a little closer to her in the next chair over, so there was at least some room for another person.

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olivebranch
2009-08-01 05:36 pm UTC (link)

Olive was surprised but not disappointed to find that she was in the same cabin with Druella Rosier. In a way, Druella was her idol of sorts; she didn’t give a damn about anyone, and did what she wanted when she wanted it. Yet Olive, who was intimidated by practically no one, was intimidated by Dru. She swallowed and winced at Dru’s rather crass question, and felt her face grow hot in spite of herself.

“Unfortunately, I was trapped at home all summer long., save for a trip to Paris that , sadly, was rather uneventful. Though, there was a rather charming French boy who I may have flirted with, but don’t tell Alfred that.” She let out a half-hearted laugh, a little displeased with the way she turned the subject to Al. She shook her head, and sat down next to Druella.

“Care to spare?” She said as set Ferdinand’s cage at her feet and motioned to the cigarette in Druella’s hand. Instead of waiting for an answer, she went on, talking just to talk.

“How was your summer? Extremely eventful, of course, right?”

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drury
2009-08-03 09:07 am UTC (link)

"Uneventful in Paris?" Druella repeated, more than a little disbelieving. "You must've been doing it wrong." The dismissive comment could be considered mollified, however, by the fact that she did pull her little chased silver cigarette case out of her handbag. Flicking it open with a thumbnail, she held it out so that Olive could help herself.

"My summer," Dru continued, with a smirk, "was just what it should be." Her smile widened into something surprisingly almost genuine as she caught another glimpse of the sparkle on the ring finger of her outstretched hand; Cygnus had come down to see her off on the train, as was only right and proper of her fiance. "I had a wonderful time," she added vaguely.

And then rallied her mind back into proper alignment and wrinkled up her nose. "Why would I tell Alfred?" she demanded. "And what earthly business is it of his how many Frenchmen you flirt with?"

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olivebranch
2009-08-04 07:03 am UTC (link)

Olive shifted uncomfortably in her seat, and looked out the window embarrassed by Druella’s words. “I must have,” she mumbled, but her embarrassment faded slightly when she saw the offering of cigarettes. She took one carefully, admiring the sophisticated case and the diamond on Dru’s finger. Engaged and not even out of school? The mere thought of marriage freaked Olive out, and she tore her eyes away from the ring and back to Dru.

“I’m sure it was.” Olive wanted to pry, but because she didn’t want too seem overly eager and pushy, se let the sentence hang there, giving Druella the option of elaborating, though she doubted she would.

When the subject took an abrupt turn to Alfred, Olive gave an involuntary flinch. “Well,” She began, waving her hand nonchalantly, “ He’s rather protective of his friends. Minnie started talking to Abraxas Malfoy recently, and he freaked out about it. It’s just what he does.”

Wanting to change the subject, she decided to ask about the ring. Olive nodded at her hand, and gave Dru a sly little smile, “So, tell me more about that diamond there, hmm?”

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drury
2009-08-04 07:28 am UTC (link)

Dru might have had some manner of arch-dismissive and possibly insulting comment ready to deliver on the topic of just what she thought Alfred Potter could do, but it was completely hijacked by Olive's last sneaky question. Dropping her case back into her handbag, Druella quickly extended her hand again, flexing the fingers and tilting the ring so the facets on the stone caught the light. The diamond - not gauchely large, but sparkling - was flanked by four tiny rubies, set high in silver. The smile on Dru's face was decidedly cat-that-got-the-cream as she purred, "Isn't it perfect?" She flicked the ash from her cigarette out the partially-open window, and continued, "It was Cyggie's grandmother's, you know. Goblin-made, of course." She smirked, and added, "It's a bloody nuisance, actually, always snagging in my stockings, but damn pretty, don't you think?"

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