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
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.
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.
[attr="class","tags-victoire"]☆ Basia Kleczyńska , 442 words ☆
[attr="class","credz1"]❤fai
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