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


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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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[info]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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