Post by Lilykins on Feb 9, 2008 11:23:00 GMT -5
OOC: Lilykins
Character Name: Lucy Weasley
Camper or Counsellor: Camper
Team Colour: Brown
Age: 16
Squib/Wizard/Witch: Witch
PB: Karoline Herfurth
Parents: Percy and Audrey Weasley
Sample Post:
“Mum, honestly, I’m fine. I’ve done this six years now, I think I can handle a little book shopping by myself. Besides, didn’t Petunia want to see you both about her centre pieces for the wedding or something ridiculous along those lines?”
The frustrated tones were coupled with a raised eyebrow of the redhead speaking at the end of a short alleyway behind a rather forgotten-looking pub called The Leaky Cauldron. It had a lot of strange regular patrons, that place, and most normal people tended to avoid it. And for some reason today, there seemed to be a lot of children and families in there, much to the joy of Tom the barman. He’d probably made near enough one thousand Galleons already this morning from stressed out parents needing a stiff drink as their children nagged at them to get going before the queues got too big in Diagon Alley. It was only dawn, it was true, about 6AM GMT, and already the pub was getting full of 11-to-17 year olds in various states of awakeness, and their parents, almost all of whom looked about ready to get back into bed for a good few hours yet.
The Evans family, however - save for Petunia, the eldest sister - had been at the Leaky Cauldron since 5AM, and were now outside. Every year so far, the youngest Evans sister had been accompanied to Diagon Alley by both of her parents, who seemed fascinated by it every time, despite the fact that the busy, narrow street never changed, at least from their daughter’s point of view. This year, however, something had changed. In previous years, she had always been overshadowed by Petunia. When Lily was born, Petunia said her first word. When Lily said her first word, Petunia got an award from pre-school. When Lily got into Hogwarts, Petunia got scholarship into a Muggle Grammar school. When Lily became Prefect, Petunia passed her Muggle exams and went to college. But now, Lily had something Petunia had never, ever had. A shiny, new, red-and-gold lapel badge with the swirling letters of ‘HG’.
Lily Evans was Head Girl in her Seventh Year of Hogwarts. And boy, was she ever going to make sure her parents were proud of that. She was independent now, had her own responsibility, was of age in the wizarding world. Surely she could buy her own books this year too? It was her father that swung it for her, replying that yes, Petunia had wanted to see them. Her wedding was set for April, apparently, which Lily was not looking forward to. The bridesmaid dress her sister had chosen was absolutely atrocious. It wouldn’t have surprised the Gryffindor if she had done it completely on purpose. And her mother hadn’t stopped going on at her to find a boyfriend to have as her date. Just because Petunia had had her first date at fourteen years old and Lily had never had one did not mean she was socially incompetent. She’d just never met a boy who she got on with enough. As they turned to go back through the pub and into Muggle London, with a smile Lily turned the other way and entered Diagon Alley.
By the time the street started getting busier, Lily had already purchased every text on her booklist, as well as a few extra volumes for a bit of personal reading. She also had the various specialist Potions ingredients Professor Slughorn had requested her to buy for their ‘Slug Club’ meetings this year, a new set of dress robes (for graduation, of course, better to buy them early) and purchased her new owl for the year, as her old one had broken its wing over the summer and sent to a shelter, as it was unable to fly. Thanking Merlin she was already seventeen and of age to do magic, she cast a shrinking spell on her luggage and tucked it all away in an inner pocket, before heading back into the Leaky Cauldron. She always felt slightly nervous in the large crowds that built in the Alley, and the pub was almost empty, save for a few sets of parents waiting for their kids and the regulars Tom got in every day.
Making her way up to the bar, she sat onto one of the wooden stools, shifting on it trying to get comfortable (which was, she soon realised, impossible) and smiled to Tom as he made his way over.
“Butterbeer, as if you couldn’t guess”, she asked with a smile. Tom knew full well what she ordered - she usually met Emmeline or Hestia or someone in here the day before school, so her presence in there was a regular occurrence once a year. No doubt some more students would be making their way in soon, she thought, sipping at the warming drink she had been served. It was just a matter of who and when.
Character Name: Lucy Weasley
Camper or Counsellor: Camper
Team Colour: Brown
Age: 16
Squib/Wizard/Witch: Witch
PB: Karoline Herfurth
Parents: Percy and Audrey Weasley
Sample Post:
“Mum, honestly, I’m fine. I’ve done this six years now, I think I can handle a little book shopping by myself. Besides, didn’t Petunia want to see you both about her centre pieces for the wedding or something ridiculous along those lines?”
The frustrated tones were coupled with a raised eyebrow of the redhead speaking at the end of a short alleyway behind a rather forgotten-looking pub called The Leaky Cauldron. It had a lot of strange regular patrons, that place, and most normal people tended to avoid it. And for some reason today, there seemed to be a lot of children and families in there, much to the joy of Tom the barman. He’d probably made near enough one thousand Galleons already this morning from stressed out parents needing a stiff drink as their children nagged at them to get going before the queues got too big in Diagon Alley. It was only dawn, it was true, about 6AM GMT, and already the pub was getting full of 11-to-17 year olds in various states of awakeness, and their parents, almost all of whom looked about ready to get back into bed for a good few hours yet.
The Evans family, however - save for Petunia, the eldest sister - had been at the Leaky Cauldron since 5AM, and were now outside. Every year so far, the youngest Evans sister had been accompanied to Diagon Alley by both of her parents, who seemed fascinated by it every time, despite the fact that the busy, narrow street never changed, at least from their daughter’s point of view. This year, however, something had changed. In previous years, she had always been overshadowed by Petunia. When Lily was born, Petunia said her first word. When Lily said her first word, Petunia got an award from pre-school. When Lily got into Hogwarts, Petunia got scholarship into a Muggle Grammar school. When Lily became Prefect, Petunia passed her Muggle exams and went to college. But now, Lily had something Petunia had never, ever had. A shiny, new, red-and-gold lapel badge with the swirling letters of ‘HG’.
Lily Evans was Head Girl in her Seventh Year of Hogwarts. And boy, was she ever going to make sure her parents were proud of that. She was independent now, had her own responsibility, was of age in the wizarding world. Surely she could buy her own books this year too? It was her father that swung it for her, replying that yes, Petunia had wanted to see them. Her wedding was set for April, apparently, which Lily was not looking forward to. The bridesmaid dress her sister had chosen was absolutely atrocious. It wouldn’t have surprised the Gryffindor if she had done it completely on purpose. And her mother hadn’t stopped going on at her to find a boyfriend to have as her date. Just because Petunia had had her first date at fourteen years old and Lily had never had one did not mean she was socially incompetent. She’d just never met a boy who she got on with enough. As they turned to go back through the pub and into Muggle London, with a smile Lily turned the other way and entered Diagon Alley.
By the time the street started getting busier, Lily had already purchased every text on her booklist, as well as a few extra volumes for a bit of personal reading. She also had the various specialist Potions ingredients Professor Slughorn had requested her to buy for their ‘Slug Club’ meetings this year, a new set of dress robes (for graduation, of course, better to buy them early) and purchased her new owl for the year, as her old one had broken its wing over the summer and sent to a shelter, as it was unable to fly. Thanking Merlin she was already seventeen and of age to do magic, she cast a shrinking spell on her luggage and tucked it all away in an inner pocket, before heading back into the Leaky Cauldron. She always felt slightly nervous in the large crowds that built in the Alley, and the pub was almost empty, save for a few sets of parents waiting for their kids and the regulars Tom got in every day.
Making her way up to the bar, she sat onto one of the wooden stools, shifting on it trying to get comfortable (which was, she soon realised, impossible) and smiled to Tom as he made his way over.
“Butterbeer, as if you couldn’t guess”, she asked with a smile. Tom knew full well what she ordered - she usually met Emmeline or Hestia or someone in here the day before school, so her presence in there was a regular occurrence once a year. No doubt some more students would be making their way in soon, she thought, sipping at the warming drink she had been served. It was just a matter of who and when.
