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Post by Jasmine Watson on Dec 25, 2016 3:47:14 GMT
It was nearly Christmas! Just a few more hours 'til the clock struck midnight and it was officially the most festive day of the season! Night had already fallen and Diagon Alley was all lit up. Handfuls of shoppers hurried from one place to another in an effort to get the very last minute Christmas shopping done and Jasmine was among them. Her procrastinator's heart kept her away from the wizarding shopping mecca until the very last moment. Her family lived in London now, only moving there a few weeks ago which made it a breeze to pop down there and all the more tragic that the trip had been shoved off to the very last moment. At least it wasn't nearly as crowded as the shops in Muggle London.
The sixth year was wrapped up in her Gryffindor scarf, which was nice and warm, and a snuggly jacket. A knit cap was on her head, barely making it over the unruly mess she called hair. Jasmine stood just outside the window of Quality Quidditch Supplies, ogling the latest model of Firebolt. Cold fingers were curled around a cardboard cup of hot butterbeer for warmth, having lost one of her gloves earlier while playing in the snow with her sisters. There was a definite note of longing behind bright brown eyes as her gaze swept over the highly polished handle. It was a beautiful broom, but far out of her price range. Besides, she only had a handful of galleons in her pocket and still had to find a gift for Cassidy.
The Lioness took a thoughtful sip of the warm drink, turning away from the window and trekking up the snow covered cobblestone. Cassidy was so hard to shop for, she didn't play Quidditch. How was she supposed to know what people who didn't like Quidditch liked instead? The weight of the task slumped her knobby shoulders and the teenager quickly became lost in her thoughts, as teenagers were prone to doing. Because of this, she wasn't paying especially good attention to where she was going and managed to stomp right on someone's foot. "Ohh, sorry there mate." she said, stumbling in her haste to back up and off the person's foot and spilling her butterbeer all over the poor accosted person.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 26, 2016 14:21:44 GMT
Diagon Alley had been as packed as anything all afternoon, and the evening was no different. Just as Lucy knew it would be - it was Christmas Eve, what had she expected? She had left a good portion of her Christmas shopping rather late, and this was the last day she had to do it all. She only had one more present to buy - for Elle, but she was a little stuck on what to get her. She figured she could always take her clothes shopping on Boxing Day. The sales in stores made excellent shopping trips. But still, she did feel a little bad for not having bought something sooner. Next year, Lucy resolved as she pushed herself past a crowd who were watching a bunch of carol-singing elves, she would start and finish early.
Lucy wandered the Alley, looking in the windows of the few shops that remained open. Nothing caught her eye, and the Slytherin sighed, adjusting her blue beanie to cover her ears and shoving her hands into her fluffy red coat pockets. Her school scarf was keeping her neck warm, and made her feel rather Christmassy indeed, paired with the coat. Her outdoor uggboots (a purchase that she had made only days before, and was already convinced that the nineteen muggle pounds for them had been the best money she'd ever spent) were a little damp, but it didn't dull their warmness one bit.
Being rugged up as she was, and with her parents out of the house for the night, Lucy wasn't worried about being out too late. In fact, she thought that she might as well get a butterbeer since she was here. Finally with a specific destination in mind, the girl began the trek back up to the Leaky Cauldron. Unfortunately, she didn't make it very far. Someone's foot landed on her own - rather hard, actually. Lucy pulled back with a small yelp, which was cut off as warm liquid - butterbeer, Lucy thought - went flying towards her; all over her red jacket, new uggs and her long blonde hair that was hanging over her shoulders.
"Shit!" Lucy swore, shaking her boots. "Bloody hell, can't you watch where you're going?" She hadn't meant to be rude, but it had gotten in her hair, and those uggboots were new. Lucy tried in vain to brush any droplets off her jacket, but there was no way of getting the stuff out of her hair without a wand— a wand! The sudden idea stopped her from trying to wring out her hair. Searching her damp pockets for her wand, Lucy finally looked up to see who had covered her in warm drink. She recognised the girl vaguely - probably from school, she thought - although she couldn't put a name to the face. Gryffindor, definitely, from the scarf. Lucy scrunched up her nose briefly in thought.
"Jasmine!" She said triumphantly, rather suddenly. Realising how odd that must have sounded, Lucy rushed to amend herself. "Damnit, sorry. You are Jasmine, right? You're Gryffindor's keeper, yeah?" She was certain that Jasmine had been on the team for at least three years now (truth be told though, there was a high chance she'd gotten the wrong person). Although she wasn't sure that Jasmine would know her. There was a year between them, and they weren't in the same house, either. "I'm Lucy - fifth year." Lucy didn't bother holding out her hand the way adults did - she just sent a friendly grin in the direction of the other girl as her way of greeting.
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Gryffindor
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Post by Jasmine Watson on Dec 28, 2016 5:48:14 GMT
It seemed to happen in slow motion, she stumbled in her backwards step, foot sliding on some loose gravel between the cobblestone and the butterscotch colored liquid flying out of the cardboard cup and spilling all over everything, the girl's clothes and even in her hair. It was awful, and she felt terrible about it. She had such pretty hair... Nice and blonde and perfect and her face had an angelic quality to it, even in annoyance. Jasmine stood, a hand clasped over her mouth in horror and a flush of red coloring her cheeks. She couldn't look away if she wanted too, her eyes were drawn to her fellow student. She was beautiful, otherworldly even.
The girl seemed to have an idea and then her--oh, Merlin. She was looking at her and Jasmine stared back, tilting her head as she admired the way her nose crinkled up in the most adorable way and searching her brain for something impressive and cool to say. This was unlike her, normally she was confident and collected but something about the blonde reduced her into a blushing school girl. The Gryffindor jumped at the sound of her name, taking half a moment to recover before the corner of her lips cocked up in a smitten grin. "Yeah, that's right. Jasmine, like the flower." She leaned her lanky frame against the wall, tossing her curls aside. "I'm the keeper, yeah. I keep the quaffle out a lot." Oh, that was dumb. Why was she sounding so dumb?! She needed to sound cool and impressive. "Some call me the best Keeper since Ron Weasley, you know." She called herself that, mostly but no one disagreed to her face. At least not other Gryffindors.
The name tickled her brain. Lucy.. Lucy, Lucy Lucy. It bounced around in her skull for a bit before it trigged recognition. Her face fell and she pushed herself up from the wall. Lucy. part veela wasn't she? And she didn't get along with Cassidy and by loyalty that put them on oppsoing sides of the friend fence. The Slytherin's grin did send sparks through her heart, even if she snapped mostly out of the veela induced haze. "Oh, yeah. I know you." Or of her, at least. She shook her head and ran a hand through her hair to clear the last bits of haze. "Sorry 'bout your stuff. I reckon a good scouring charm'll get the butterbeer out."
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I saw her 3/4 veela heritage and was inspired. IF you don't like this post I can rewrite it into something different.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 28, 2016 9:01:30 GMT
Lucy didn't really interact with Jasmine all that much, but she was sure she'd only ever seen a confident Quidditch player. But the Jasmine that had just spilt butterbeer all down her front seemed the opposite of that. She was blushing, and the words that tumbled out of her mouth were clumsy - but just a little bit adorable. It wasn't hard to figure out why. As a little girl, Lucy had always been pretty. She enjoyed the fact that her hair was a beautiful silvery-blonde and her face always stood out in a crowd (perhaps she was just a little bit vain). But when she'd hit fourteen or so, it had turned into something else. She was rather used to the flustering now, and friends usually learned to ignore it enough to be able to talk to her normally pretty quickly. But seeing as she and Jasmine had never really spoken, it was understandable that she was affected by the charm. Lucy couldn't resist a small smile when Jasmine proclaimed herself the best keeper since Ron Weasley. People always tried to make themselves sound as wonderful as possible around Lucy.
Lucy introduced herself, and she saw recognition creep into Jasmine's facial features as she pulled away from the wall. When she spoke again, her voice wasn't quite as friendly. Lucy found herself wondering which friend of the Gryffindor's she had offended. She could think of quite a few Gryffindors she didn't like, actually, so that didn't help. "Yeah, scouring charm's probably best," she agreed, allowing her grin to fall into a friendly smile and trying to ignore the fact that Jasmine didn't seem to have a good impression of her. Just because she didn't like some of Jasmine's arrogant, pig-headed housemates didn't mean she couldn't like Jasmine. To be honest, she was actually a bit of a fan of the girl's keeping skills - not that she'd ever tell anyone, especially her housemates. Lucy removed her hand from her pocket and ran it through her hair a little reluctantly. "Think I left my wand at home though." It definitely hadn't been in her pocket, and thinking about it now, she could see it there, sitting lonely on her bed, where she had dropped it to find her beanie in her chest of drawers before she left.
"So," said Lucy, looking up into the bright starry night and drawing her coat a little closer as a cool breeze brushed passed the girls. "What're you doing in Diagon with like…" Lucy paused to check her watch. "…three hours 'til Christmas?" Lucy began to wonder if perhaps there was someone as last minute as her with their Christmas shopping. After all, she herself had been headed off to get a celebratory butterbeer before Jasmine had came and spilt hers all over Lucy. Maybe she wasn't the only one who put these things off until the last possible moment.
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Post by Jasmine Watson on Dec 28, 2016 14:31:33 GMT
The Gryffindor was able to steel herself against the veela charm mostly, now that she realized it was something to be mindful of but there was just a little residual pull. She was a little tipsy on the veela charm, not full on drunk. It didn't matter that Cassidy didn't particularly care for her (how could she dislike her? She's so pretty... and nice. She seems nice, right?) she couldn't bring herself to be totally cold towards her. It was strange that someone could be so cavalier with their wands but she noticed that it tended to be magically born students who forgot or mishandled their wands. It wasn't all that special to them, they'd grown up around them their entire life while muggleborns were acutely aware of them as their key to the magical world.
At least, Jasmine always had hers. Maybe all that theorizing was rubbish and selective observance. "Oh, I've got it. I don't want the stain to set. I don't know if that makes a difference for scouring charms but if that doesn't work my mum can get anything out as long as it hasn't set to long." The Gryffindor reached inside of her jacket to pull the wand from a long, thin pocket her mum had sewn in specifically. Jasmine held all ten inches of her wand in great reverence, after six years of magic she was still in awe of what it was capable of doing. "Same as you." said the Lion as she fussed through her wayward curls with her free hand, trying to get them to lay a little better and look less like an unruly mass of tangles. "Christmas shopping, why else would anyone brave this madhouse?" It wasn't too bad, this late. Whoever Lucy was shopping for she knew it must be someone important. No one would trade spending Christmas eve with friends and family for elbowing their way through shops for just any old person. Cassidy was certainly important to her. Really important.
She set her shoulders, back a little bit straighter as she held her wand at the ready, maybe a little stiffly. Jasmine wanted this charm to be absolutely perfect and impressive. At least as impressive as cleaning charms could get. "Ready? If this doesn't work I live a few blocks away, my mum can get it out." Mums worked their own brand of magic, even the muggle ones. She began to draw an S through the air, pausing in the middle "Actually, d'you think Tergeo might work better since it's liquid?"
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Post by Deleted on Jan 3, 2017 16:35:13 GMT
Lucy was a little annoyed at herself for having left her wand behind. How could she expect to fix things like this if she left it lying around the place? But it was more about the fact that she often went out without it, rather than her current situation. The scouring charm should work just as well in an hour, right? She'd probably get her dad to do it, just in case. His spells always seemed far more powerful than hers. Just as she was picturing the way her dad would roll his eyes at her when she asked him, her thoughts were interrupted by the girl in front of her. Lucy had almost forgotten she was there.
Jasmine rattled off something about the stain setting - what did that even mean? And then she said something about her mum. Lucy blinked. "Thanks," she said, after a moment as she finally processed what Jasmine had said. Lucy decided rather quickly that she liked Jasmine. She couldn't say whether it was her veela charm that made the Gryffindor offer or not, but to offer to take her to her mother and have her get it out, just because she'd spilt butterbeer on it, was more than Lucy had expected. Though she supposed it was Christmas Eve, and that was supposed to be the night of giving, right?
Which prompted her next question. She wasn't surprised at the answer - there wasn't really anything to be doing anyway. Lucy was a person who liked to be organised, but somehow, when it came to gift-shopping, she always put it off. Shopping for other people was always so hard - how was she supposed to know what they would like? So she ignored it until she had no choice but to do it. Probably not the best strategy, admittedly, but she couldn't seem to stop it from happening. To answer Jasmine's question - although she was sure it must have been meant as a rhetorical one - Lucy gestured to her hair. "Butterbeer?" she suggested. "It always tastes better straight from the pub. Actually, this year's not so much of a mad-house." Lucy had definitely done this before. "Did you find everything you needed? Or are you planning on using the next three hours very productively?" Lucy was still missing one, and she intended to look, but if she didn't find anything it was no big deal. Elle loved shopping as much as she did, and a shopping trip would do them both good.
The sixth year began to prepare herself for the spell, and Lucy let her arms fall from their natural place on her hips to her sides. She nodded at Jasmine's query, and allowed another grin at the mention of her mother. Lucy's mother was rather useless in terms of washing clothes. She only knew how to put on make-up just right, and the best ways to style hair so that the face was exposed ("A veela's best feature is her face, Lucy. You're beautiful all over of course, but no one can look past a veela's face." - and that had been pretty much her only advice for her children over the years). Jasmine started to cast the spell, but paused midway questioning her spell use.
Lucy resisted the urge to facepalm. Why hadn't she thought of that? Of course terego would work better. "Yeah," she said after a second. "Yeah, that makes sense. Maybe both? I'm not actually sure if it gets the stuff that's, y'know, really in there already. Like, the stuff that's already stained? I know scourgify gets stains. So if it doesn't work all the way, we could – I mean, you could maybe try that too?"
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