House of the Rising Sun | Basia

Victoire Molly Weasley
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Ravenclaw
23 posts
20 years old
Healer-in-Training
Medical Leave on the Holyhead Harpies
Order of the Phoenix
1/8 Veela
Hospital
played by Steph
"No light, no light in your bright blue eyes"
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Post by Victoire Molly Weasley on Mar 29, 2019 22:20:50 GMT -5

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[attr="class","title-victoire"]there is a house in New Orleans
[attr="class","subtitle-victoire"]They call the Rising Sun
And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy
And God, I know I'm one
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Victoire had had some bit of an afternoon off, and she'd decided to get the new clock parts needed. Granmolly had said they were necessary, after all, and Thatcher hadn't quite been added yet, as they'd been busy. Normally, her new cousin would have been on by now, but with the plague and schedules and the weddings and birthdays and. . .somehow, the needed implement hadn't gone on yet. They were on their way, and Granmolly had started darning furiously because suddenly the baby socks that Victoire could have sworn were lost were suddenly found again.

And by lost, Vic meant she was sure she tried throwing them out sometime before Louis was born. Admittedly, it was somewhat strange how nearly all of them were in the twenty-to-sixteen age range (with only Louis and the newborn Thatcher not there), but that was. . .their parents had been comfortable having kids young, it seemed. Her mother had only been a year older than Vic herself was or thereabouts, and Vic really didn't feel ready for a kid yet. A cat, maybe. If it was part-Kneazle. An owl, sure. A human being, dependent on her? Not unless they were already an adult. Aunt Ginny was lucky in that way-- her. . .how many? stepkids were older, and some were away.

She stepped out of the store, squinting in the light. She'd had the handful of new hands that could be attached with as few bits of additional magic as necessary, because she really wasn't sure if her new aunt's kids were on there, and Payton would need to be added, and who knew if Uncle George and Aunt Angelina would have another. Fred II turn up with a kid, or Aunt Ginny decide to adopt, and so it was really just best to prepare, but--

A turn of curl, and "Wait!" tore from Victoire's throat before she could think better of it. "Wait-- I know you, don't I? Barbara, Basia Clecksy-- Basia Kleczyńska." Ska and not -sky, right? Maybe? The older girl was better friends with Teddy, but they'd been on the same Quidditch team for a good number of years, and she'd been there for Victoire's overdemanding year as Captain. "Basia, it's me! Victoire." She caught up to the other girl, face flushed. She ought to be concerned for her, she rememberedthat, but she didn't quite remember why, admittedly, but it had been four years. 

"It's-- how are things going?" Bright blue eyes travelled over the other blonde, and understanding sank into her belly like a bludger. Oh, right, she ought to be concerned because Basia was muggleborn. Some teammate she'd been. Was.
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Basia Kleczyńska
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Ravenclaw
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21 years old
Lufkin University
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Post by Basia Kleczyńska on May 23, 2019 15:01:50 GMT -5

House of the Rising Sun
After all that had happened, after all that she’d gone through, things had ended up being just… somehow there? Basia was not sure how — or even whether — she could describe it, but her life was right now just passing by her from day to day without her feeling a lot anymore. Nothing felt certain or set in stone anymore, not even that she might die any moment. This might sound like a good thing, and it certainly was… theoretically. But it also left her wholly without even the illusion of a purpose. Fear was at least diverting. She mentally staggered. There had to be something wrong with her that she could view an amelioration as negative. She hardly knew who she was anymore with how twisted her own thoughts sometimes seemed to be. She wasn’t the same girl that she had been before the registration, and now it seemed like she never would be again. While things returned to something resembling normal (or at least less inhumane), she couldn’t say the same for herself. She had changed though she could not say how. If confronting herself with this, she couldn’t even say what about her was different. Just that she was not like she used to be — whatever she had been.

Her name, though, had not changed. And she still reacted to it even if butchered. Especially if butchered as this was the more common case. Still, she was surprised and taken aback to be greeted out of nowhere so that she jumped and turned around in shock. “Basia, yes,” she replied automatically, blinking and trying to register what was going on as she shyly lifted her head to see check who she was talking to. The girl knew her? What? Who… “Oh, Victoire, Teddy’s Victoire, how... good to see you,” she said once the words caught up with her and her eyes had accustomed themselves from staring at the ground to looking in a face.

“Things are…” Her voice died away, and she looked to the ground, avoiding the other girl’s eyes and whatever they might express, pity, disgust, indifference… whatever. Why was she even asking? Because it was just something people said without thinking. Caring. Empty words that were not expected to be answered truthfully. “… fine,” she choked out. That would be all the blonde wanted to hear. Everybody only cared about their own lives, they didn’t need someone else’s problems just because they had asked a standard question devoid of meaning. “I’m fine.” She forced a smile on her face. “How are you? You…” It felt so weird, asking question about a normal life. Like she was an alien, trying to impersonate a human who had once known Victoire. “You’re out of school? How’s Teddy?”

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