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Post by Astoria Medea Greengrass on Sept 21, 2011 20:27:18 GMT -5
( HEY SOUL SISTER ) AIN'T THAT MISTER, MISTER ON THE RADIO, STEREOthe way you move ain't fair Without really thinking much about it, Astoria got herself ready for the day. She managed to lie in bed for fifteen extra minutes since it was her day off, before her brain was screaming at her that it needed to be stimulated and her body was screeching that it wanted to move. As tired as she felt, she had to drag herself out of bed. Not only did she feel like she wasted the day away when she slept in, there were things she really needed to get done before she went back to work tomorrow. Gazing into her fridge in the middle her morning routine, she realized just how badly she needed to go and get groceries since there was nothing but a carton of sour milk, olives, old cauldron cakes and something in a Tupperware dish that looked like it was alive when she shook it. She made a mental note to get breakfast somewhere as she headed out the door without the habitual travel mug of coffee she carried to St Mungo’s on mornings she had to work, and evenings too, depending on the shift.
Trips into Muggle London weren’t very frequent in Tori’s life. Actually, trips anywhere other than St Mungo’s were few and far between for her, as much as she enjoyed seeing new places and trying new things; these days she just couldn’t find the time. Training was one of the most important parts of her career and she’d be foolish not to take all the hours she was offered. She was still learning, and she wanted to learn it all. Even now, after months of shadowing other healers, she was still surprised every day when something completely unknown arose, and she thrived at the task of discovering it and pinpointing what it was. Plus, it always felt good when she told someone they’d be fine and would be allowed to go home as soon as they were sure the spell that was affecting them wasn’t going to have any repercussions, nor would the cure. With a smile on her face from that thought, Astoria paid the cashier of the small grocery store, before grabbing her multitude of plastic bags and heading toward the Leaky Cauldron.
Quickly, she grabbed something to eat and gobbled it down at the bar, anxious to get out of the nearly deserted inn. It was a little creepy, but she supposed it made sense since most people were at work at this time, or they were just getting ready to leave for lunch. Deciding it was best to leave before the lunch rush did come in, Astoria apparated herself to Hogsmeade where there was sure to be less people. She almost toppled over with the weight of her bags that nearly matched her own, but managed to rectify herself before her body met the ground, and conspicuously looked around to make sure no one had seen her falter. Once she gathered her bearings, Tori made a beeline for the one store that was her true motivation for getting out of bed this morning; Honeydukes.
As a child, Astoria would spend all of her pocket-change in the sweet shop, angering her mother who had hoped she’d invest in something useful, like new sock or something. Astoria’s sweet tooth won over everything though, and she still found herself grinning every time she entered the shop as she did now. The rows of candy were old friends to her, the bright colours her companions, and the kind worker behind the counter something like her god. With the largest smile on her face, Astoria twirled around in the doorway of the shop, feeling much like a child again.
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Post by Constance Rayne McCarthy on Sept 26, 2011 19:52:04 GMT -5
With no bad guys to capture to bust, no paperwork to finish, the young woman sat at her desk with her ankles resting on top, chair tilted back to balance lightly as she kept her eyes closed underneath her hat. That morning, she knew it was going to be a very slow day when she didn't get out of bed easily, and then had to force herself out of the Manor. Lucius hadn't even insulted her, or her mother, which was something rare on it's own, but it was a sign that nothing had changed. Her long legs ached as she moved to adjust them, yawning a bit. At that moment, Constance was extremely tempted to go and see if the Aurors needed any help.
"McCarthy, don't you have anything better to do?" She heard her supervisor call, and she tipped her hat up a bit so gray-blue eyes could see where he was before she spoke. "Today? No, not really but someone has to be here in case a psychopath breaks out." She yawned. Constance hated to yawn, but she watched the older man shake his head before he told her to "get lost for a while", his way to go home. Before she could tell him she was home, mainly because she didn't want to go back to to Malfoy Manor, the man disappeared and she unglued herself from the chair and her desk.
She'd been in that position for too long, Constance can feel that her muscles had set in and some had gone numb. Lightly, she rubbed her backside as she headed out of the Ministry, slightly surprised to see that almost everyone else had something to do. As she reached the fireplaces, she Apparated into Diagon Alley, and then went into Gringotts so collect some gold from one of her vaults, dropping enough for a small horse into her bag before she exited before Apparating to Hogsmeade.
After a while, Constance had decided that she should treat her friends to something sweet, and because of that, the former Slytherin looked up at Honeydukes with a small smile playing across her lips as she thought about what all to get as she entered the shop, tucking away her money bag into her pocket, and then tucked her hands into her back pockets as she thought what to get for the others. "Mikey's fond of blood pops... Alice liked Sugar Quills..." As she listed them off in her head, Constance studied the rows of sweets, debating.
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Post by Astoria Medea Greengrass on Sept 27, 2011 6:02:48 GMT -5
( HEY SOUL SISTER )AIN'T THAT MISTER, MISTER ON THE RADIO, STEREOthe way you move ain't fair Depending on how well you knew Astoria Greengrass, or if you knew her at all really, you either wouldn’t be expecting her to be darting around a candy store, or you’d think it was completely normal. For the longest time during school, the only reason that Astoria would leave the castle on Hogsmeade trips was simply to restock her stash of Bertie Bott’s Every Flavour Beans, Drooble’s Best Blowing Gum and all of the other trademark sweets that the store sold. She couldn’t remember a time when she hadn’t had a large sweet tooth, but then again she couldn’t remember much of her time spent before she began her schooling at Hogwarts. The sugar was one of the things that kept Astoria going when she was tired or had a particularly long day at work; the short boost of energy it gave her never failed to give her that extra push to complete tasks. Maybe it was because her parents had always frowned upon the consumption of sugar. Particularly her mother who said it was ‘bad for the figure’ and that no lady would be found chewing gum as it was simply disgusting and useless. Nevertheless, she adored it.
Tori was pretty sure that was what had pushed her into Honeydukes during her first trip to Hogsmeade in her third year; the will to upset her mother. Once she’d seen the brightly coloured confections in the ship window, she’s pegged them as something her mother and father wouldn’t want her to get into, and had immediately sought them out. It was a little childish and somewhat dumb, but for most of her life Astoria had been doing the opposite of what they wanted her to, she couldn’t imagine a life where she conformed to their values. Especially when they kept her from such delicious treats, she’d realized that day. Sure, at home they ate cakes and tartes and pies, baked goods were delicious. But before her third year, Astoria had never had a jelly bean or a sugar quill. It was all quite tragic.
And so, being kept from such marvellous things for so long, one would believe that Astoria was simply making up for lost time, as she filled her bags to the brim with candy today. When, in all honesty, she was just going to restock her supply, probably for a few months, since she didn’t always have time to go out and by a chocolate frog when she craved one. They were much easier to have on hand, in her house, than have to go to the shop every time she wanted one.
It was as she was doing this, and trying to locate the coconut ice that seemed to have disappeared once again on her, that she ran into Constance McCarthy, almost literally. “Oh hello Connie,” she greeted in her pleasant, small voice.
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Post by Constance Rayne McCarthy on Sept 27, 2011 19:18:38 GMT -5
In all reality, she didn’t particularly care much for sweets, but that didn’t mean that she was a health freak – contrary to Alice’s beliefs. She liked mints, cinnamon… Bertie Botts Every Flavour Beans didn’t bug her much, she tended to just pick out the colors that she knew weren’t going to make her gag – watching River eat a pepper flavored treat when they were younger had been amusing enough that she didn’t want to try it for herself. What surprised most people was her dislike of chocolate; when she’d been in St. Mungos after her Quidditch incident in her third year, she had chocolates of all kinds and to be honest, she still had some of it stored in her freezer. They were most likely freezer bitten by now. "Good afternoon.” She smiled to the shop owner, nodding her head in the direction.
The smile grew small as she remembered one of her happier moments in Hogsmeade, and as she stepped up to one of the candy displays, collecting a little bit of everything into one of the bags, mentally subtracting what she would end up with in currency. Her mother used to always taunt her with her quick mind, but it was a trait that Jackson had, and if Constance were more like her father than anyone else, Artesia used to tell her that she was extremely proud of her. As she tossed a little bit of salt water taffy into the bag, she paused and then added a little bit more. That was probably her favorite thing in the shop aside from the crystallized sugared pineapple. Constance moved quietly through the shop, getting just enough for a weeks supply for everyone she knew – it wasn’t like she didn’t have enough money for it – and then looked around, biting her lip in thought.
As she reached the Peppermint toads and was just about ready to pay, Constance was rather surprised to blink at Astoria Greengrass, a smile playing across her features. "Hey, Tori. How have you been?” She chimed in questioning. She was running into everyone from her school days, it seemed, but at least she wasn’t being threatened.
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Post by Astoria Medea Greengrass on Sept 27, 2011 21:10:00 GMT -5
( HEY SOUL SISTER )AIN'T THAT MISTER, MISTER ON THE RADIO, STEREOthe way you move ain't fair Astoria, despite her small stature, managed to lug several bags of candy around the store. People looked at her and assumed she didn’t have much physical strength, which those assumptions were true and completely founded, but Astoria had a strong mind. When she was determined to get something done, it was going to get done eventually. She’d work at it for as long as she had to, but it was going to happen. Normally, her determination wasn’t a problem and didn’t really harm anyone, but in some select cases, she ended up getting a little ruthless with her goals and there were some repercussions. Although she did her best to avoid these, sometimes, it was inevitable. She never wanted to hurt other people, or herself in some cases like today, but it happened and she could do nothing to control it. A lot of the time, the only person she was hurting was herself, just as she did today. Her pride wasn’t going to let her get away with putting the bags down and asking for help or leaving them at the cashier’s counter to get them later. No, Astoria Greengrass was determined, and nothing was going to stop her.
It was a little difficult to manoeuvre through the aisles and around the displays, but she managed to do so without knocking anything over, which was quite the feat. She did, however, have to turn around and retrace her steps a few times to make sure she’d gotten everything she wanted. Mostly she just tried to get a little of everything so she knew she wasn’t going to forget, but that never seemed practical, even to Tori. There was such a thing as too many sweets, though when she found herself in the predicament, she always stuffed more into her pockets in the morning and would sporadically hand it around at the hospital. The sugary confections never failed to put a smile on everyone’s face. For a while now, she’d been visiting this one young woman who had been affected by a rather nasty spell that couldn’t be undone, and brought her coconut ice every time she went. It was the girl’s favourite.
“I’m well, thank you,” Astoria responded meekly with a shy smile. “And yourself?” she asked in earnest, genuinely concerned with how Connie was doing. She hadn’t seen her in a while, and couldn’t remember the last time they’d spoken. She didn’t even remember if she’d told Constance that she’d gotten into St Mungo’s for training, or thanked her for her help. “Hey uhmm...” Astoria began again, a little embarrassed. “Have you by chance seen the coconut ice? I can’t.. I can’t seem to find it...” She hoped her cheeks weren’t flushing from her embarrassment, but she knew they probably were, and bit her bottom lip and looked at the ground to hide it.
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Post by Constance Rayne McCarthy on Sept 29, 2011 4:36:32 GMT -5
Slytherin were known for their cunning, ambitious and cruel manners, the latter varying between each Slytherin – Constance being only cruel if she’s in a bad mood or someone she loves being hurt. She’d learned, and taught, that people shouldn’t doubt others just because of their appearances. She loved making their jaws hit the ground. Constance had always been different… Softer, and gentler than the other Slytherin aside from in Quidditch or in Potions when her competitive streak became visible Constance didn’t particularly seem a likely candidate for the house, but she had always been ambitious, cunning and resourceful. If she needed something, she could very well figure out a way to get it or get something done without much difficulty. When she had her mind to set something, there was no doubt in her mind that she’ll try her very best to get it done or stake her claim.
Her mother had brought her to the shop a few times when she was very young, mainly around Christmas time for Peppermint Humbugs. It was always interesting to see the students lurking about, and she sighed, missing those days as she ended up collecting another bag and filling it with the sweets. She knew that they’d probably occupy some of her co-workers and maybe even the Malfoy’s. With her luck, however, it would probably annoy Lucius even more… and that’s when the woman felt a rather evil little smile cross her features. Her ex wouldn’t disagree to selling her Puking Pastilles, especially if they were against someone that they both mutually hated… As she looked down at Tori, the thought disappeared to the back of her mind and she nodded lightly as she stepped aside, motioning to the stand behind her.
"Right here, just going to grab some actually…” She smiled lightly at the question before taking a moment to consider an answer. "I’m good, for the most part. I still practice as a Potioneer, but I’m working as a Hit Witch for the Ministry.” Constance tucked a few strands of hair behind her ear before yawning softly, "It was a slow day, so my supervisor let me go early.” She offered another smile, noticing the embarrassment, chuckling, "Still as shy as ever, I see?”
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Post by Astoria Medea Greengrass on Sept 29, 2011 17:42:49 GMT -5
( HEY SOUL SISTER )AIN'T THAT MISTER, MISTER ON THE RADIO, STEREOthe way you move ain't fair “Oh,” she chirped out and felt her cheeks heat up. How hadn’t she seen it? The coconut ice was right in front of her face, and she’d completely overlooked it. She wasn’t surprised though; it happened quite often with her. Tori was, for a lack of a better word, scatterbrained. She forgot things, misplaced them, repeated herself, asked the same questions a few times, among other little quirks. A common thing she did was over-think things and disregard her gut feeling. Those were easily done, and she often found herself the victim of simple logic; things that were right in front of her face, but she refused it could be that easy and would continue to pry under the surface until she was way too far to have the actual answer. Astoria didn’t trust anything, especially not her eyes. “Thanks,” she mumbled, manoeuvring politely around Constance to reach the coconut ice she’d been wanting.
Attentively, Astoria listened to Connie as she replied to her previous question, all the while using the little tongs to place the cubed sweets into a small, decorated box with the store’s name emblazoned on the front in bright letters. When she had the box filled up to the brim, she closed the take-out style cardboard and stuck a bow on the top, grabbed a quill and began to scrawl a small note on the tag for the young girl it was destined to go to. Astoria hoped it would make her smile a little, maybe cheer her up a bit and make the clouds clear a tad. Sugar had the tendency to do that; make people happy.
There was a semi-goofy smile on her face as she thought about it, putting the box in her bag and turning to reply to Constance. “That’s great,” she said finally. Constance had always struck her as the type that knew exactly what she wanted and went for it; Tori was much the same way, she just usually couldn’t figure out what it was exactly that she wanted. “Must be exciting,” she pipped out softly, picking up her bags once more, careful not to crush or tip anything over. “Uhmm...” she trailed off, looking down a little and tugging at the end of her tunic; a nervous habit she’d never been able to great. “I guess so,” she gave a little awkward laugh and clearly didn’t want to talk about the subject. She hated talking about herself, always had. “Connie,” she said after she thought for a moment. “..You don’t... You don’t like sweets that much, do you?” Tentatively her voice came out as she tried to remember if it was Constance that was like that or someone else. Nevertheless, it succeeded in diverting the attention from her, and that was what she wanted.
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Post by Constance Rayne McCarthy on Sept 30, 2011 0:04:31 GMT -5
It was remotely amusing to watch Astoria as she headed to the coconut ice, she was often a little blind at times and tended to misplace important documents. "It's quite all right. You should have seen me during OWLs. I lost my quill and had to borrow a friends." Constance chuckled, following her to the sweet as she adjusted the bags she carried. There were a few reasons she was glad she was a muggle, the main and most valid one being that she would always lose her keys, and she was quite happy with using charms to unlock the doors, it took her less time and she didn't have to worry about losing it.
She watched her with a soft smile playing across her lips. Constance didn't really understand how Astoria could lug around so many bags... "Do you want any help carrying anything?" She asked with a small laugh, smiling as she watched her fill the box before scribbling a note. "Still thinking of St. Mungos? Working there, I mean." Her short brown hair brushed over her shoulder as she studied the younger girl. Constance had helped her out during Potions, and during the time she had begun to see her as a little sister. She nodded her head about how she'd been doing... To be honest she wondered how healthy it was for her. Her apartment searching had been doing poorly until she managed to get some different results. She liked three so far, and she prayed that soon she would be able to get an apartment before October, the end of it at the most of the time.
"It's interesting enough, I love being able to help without seeing someone being hurt... I miss volunteering at the hospital though." Constance brushed her fingernails through her hair and then almost yawned. Without waiting for an answer, the brunette knelt down to collect one or two of Astoria's bags so she wouldn't hurt herself. She carefully shifted her weight, looking at the other girl with a small smile before she shook her head gently at the question. "Well... It depends. Sometimes I do, other times I don't. I've never liked chocolate though. Mints are my favorite." She chuckled, "Odd, I know."
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Post by Astoria Medea Greengrass on Oct 3, 2011 5:54:59 GMT -5
( HEY SOUL SISTER )AIN'T THAT MISTER, MISTER ON THE RADIO, STEREOthe way you move ain't fair Astoria couldn’t help but look at Constance as if she was insane; she only lost her quill during OWLs? It seemed like it had been everyday at school that she’d been borrowing one from a friend. It had gotten to the point where they’d all carry extra ones around for her, just in case, though she usually ended up using them. “Happens all the time,” she said with a shrug. She knew Constance was only trying to cheer her up, and make her feel a little less embarrassed for not being able to see the coconut ice, even if it was right in front of her face at the time, just hiding behind Connie slightly.
“Uhm...I’m alright for now,” Astoria replied, not wanted to trouble the woman needlessly. She hadn’t fallen or tripped over her own feet yet, and that was an accomplishment given the amount of things she was carrying around. She was curious to see how long it would last, though if she did fall... well, she’d be picking up quite a few little sweets off the ground. “Yes,” she said, excitement clear in her eyes. She adored her job, difficult as it was, and was always eager to talk about it to anyone who’d listen. A far cry from the usual, shy Astoria. “I’m training in the Spell Damage ward,” she continued, her words probably coming out a little quicker than she meant them. “It’s been very interesting, and I’m hoping to switch divisions in a few months, just to try a few things out, see where I want to end up.”
Astoria nodded in understanding; being able to help those in need was the biggest reason for her determination in becoming a healer. That and it wasn’t a job typical to her family, which was always just a bonus. “You should come by when you have a minute. They’re always looking for more help.” She tried to sound indifferent, but she was almost eager for Constance to see what she was doing, see her in action, and know that the hours she had spent helping Astoria with potions wasn’t going to waste. “Oh, no. Constance, you don’t need to...” Now she’d feel rude for snatching the bags back when all Connie wanted to do was help. Instead, she picked up the rest of her bags and returned the small smile. “Not too odd. But you are talking to the girl who melts chocolate frogs and dips in liquorice wands.” She gave a small, bashful smile, and a light laugh.
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Post by Constance Rayne McCarthy on Oct 4, 2011 16:53:14 GMT -5
At the look Astoria gave her, Constance gave a gentle laugh. She found the other girls scatterbrained personality amusing, and it was just innocent in a sort. She sighed, thinking of the past before she shifted her weight slightly, gray-blue eyes reflecting her content feelings at that moment. “Eh, well… I’m a spaz. I trip down stairs and when I get hurt, Draco has to figure out my injuries before I let anyone heal them… I tripped over a tree branch and it saved me while I was going against a former Death Eater.”
[/color] She shrugged her shoulders, and smiled softly. In fact, Constance had enough bruises to prove that sometimes her clumsiest moments helped out. “Think of it as an advantage… most people don’t realize how awful it can be completely balanced and at least you make your scatterbrained nature look graceful.”[/color] She felt her lip twitch lightly to show that she was trying to be funny. Constance wasn’t really the funny one… she could be amusing, but she tended to leave the heavy jokes for George. Her funny tended to be relatively cold at times. As Astoria changed in emotion once she answered about her job, Constance’s smile grew to one of pleasure. She’d been wondering for a while about how things turned out. “I’m really glad to hear that,”[/color] Although they had a few difference in years, she did consider Astoria a close friend. “I’m proud of you.”[/color] Constance was always willing to listen when it came to others talking. It made her feel better, more comforting, and helpful. She guessed that’s why she often pressed on people when they were depressed… it was just easier to make them talk and get things off their mind. She nodded her head softly in understanding about wanting to find her place. “I will, believe me.”[/color] She smiled once more, reaching up to roll her shoulder and adjust the muscle softly. It still ached from sleeping on it in a funny fashion. She needed to fix her bed and stop sleeping on either one of the various couches or in Draco’s room. “It’s really no trouble, Tori. Constance smiled softly, and then listened to her statement about melting chocolate frogs before giving a rather gentle laugh, “I still don’t know how you can manage it. I buy them… and they keep for a very long time. Luckily I know a lot of people with a sweet tooth.”[/color] Now she knew who to send the wands and some of the chocolate frogs to. [/SIZE] WORDCOUNT:: 422 MUSICPLAYING:: Run Devil Run – Ke$haCURRENTMOOD:: hyperPOSTTAGGEDFOR:: Tori, openCHARACTEROUTFIT:: hereAUTHORSNOTES:: [/color][/font][/blockquote][/blockquote] |
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Post by Astoria Medea Greengrass on Oct 9, 2011 12:47:19 GMT -5
( HEY SOUL SISTER )AIN'T THAT MISTER, MISTER ON THE RADIO, STEREOthe way you move ain't fair Astoria couldn’t help but widen her eyes as Constance explained her little mishaps to her. She’d always thought of Constance as having a quiet grace, being agile and able to do anything she wanted, hearing this coming directly from the person she had sort of looked up to when she was younger was surprising to say the least. “I’d say you should watch where you’re going, but paying attention to the other things you’re doing may be a little more important, considering your line of work,” she said, giving a slight smile and turning her head a little to hide it and her still surprised face. “You have... Draco... try and figure it out, when you should really just go to the hospital or fix it?” It didn’t make sense to her at all.
“Graceful isn’t quite the word,” she mumbled and added; “I don’t see how it could be an advantage.” She thought of her sister, the gorgeous and beautiful Daphne Greengrass who had the world laid out in front of her, ready for the taking, and even her mother who, now husband-less, would probably find another in no time. Both tall, regal beauties who had an elegance and grace about them; they’d go far. Astoria was stuck in her own tiny rut at the moment, and she didn’t foresee getting out of it any time soon. Not that she wanted to right now. She quite enjoyed her long hours, busy schedule and few days off. It left her little time to realize that she didn’t have much of a social life, or anything to commit to besides work.
“I suppose I do owe you some thanks,” Astoria added with another shy smile. It was true, though, if Constance hadn’t helped her in potions, she wasn’t sure if she’d be working at St Mungo’s. While Astoria had never failed a class or even come close to it, she would have only gotten an Exceeds Expectations in the class, and not the Outstanding she had gotten, which was required for all applicants at St Mungo’s. The employees were, after all, dealing directly with the health of other witches and wizards, and they wouldn’t want to accept someone who wasn’t perfectly capable of doing so. “I wouldn’t have gotten in without your help. So thank you, Connie. If there’s ever anything you need, just ask.”
“I’ll keep an eye out for you then,” she responded with a nod, and sighed as she saw Constance rub her shoulder. “Do you want me to fix that?” she offered, putting down her bags and her wallet. Not only had she read books upon books about muscles and messaging, but it was part of the general training she was getting at the hospital; slowly they were trying to integrate more natural ways of healing without using magic, with small things like cuts and scrapes, and things like muscle tension and spasms. “Oh, this isn’t all for me,” she chuckled looking at the mountains of bags and the piles of sweets almost spilling over. “The coconut ice is for a little girl named Maggie, the Drooble’s for Misses Longbottom, and Halloween’s coming up, so I want to be prepared.”
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Post by Constance Rayne McCarthy on Oct 9, 2011 21:19:14 GMT -5
She smiled a bit, feeling her lips twitch in amusement about her clumsiness. She nodded her head softly, and scratched the side of her neck, “I’m good most of the time… he helps me often.”
[/color] Constance chuckled and watched Astoria carefully. She saw her eyes widen, a bit surprised herself but it was all rather normal. She got injure, she whined about it for a short time, and then she got over it. Sometimes she let it heal in the muggle fashion, others, she literally had no choice but to have It be healed. It was rather interesting, at least for Constance, to think about how different the Greengrass sisters. Astoria talked to her, became friends with her, and yet Daphne had lingered in Pansy’s footsteps. “Well, think of it this way, the only reason I get away of being a klutz is because I used to be really good at Quidditch.”[/color] She shrugged, “There’s got to be something that you’re really good at so that you don’t get penalized for being a bit scatterbrained?”[/color] She lifted her eyebrows softly as she lightly brushed a few strands of hair away from her face. Constance smiled, “You are selfless and caring, that’s for sure… It’d definitely account for something.” She lightly adjusted the bags in hand before inclining her head as she listened to the younger girl, her gray-blue eyes widening a bit before she smiled. “Astoria,”[/color] Constance chuckled, “All I did was give you a little nudge, you had the talent… it just needed a bit of polishing.” She was extremely proud, and that wasn’t a lie. Astoria had been good, and it did amuse her when Slughorn asked her to tutor the other girl. “Well, I do still make Potions… I want to eventually work as a Potioneer or even go for Potions Master, but I think just hanging out once in a while on breaks would be fair, don’t you think? She smiled once more, and then softened her expression, “And help those that need it… the best you can, and we’ll call it even.”[/color] She was a rather simple young woman, at least when it came to her morals; if you were to try and look deeper well, that’s when you could get confused. Constance was dedicated, loyal, and she was relatively selfless, however, she was extremely ambitious.. a Slytherin at her finest, she was just… Constance. There wasn’t really any other way to explain it. When Astoria offered to fix her shoulder, she smiled a bit, “It’s mainly bruised, just a bit sore. I was caught off guard and knocked pretty hard against a wall… I’m honestly glad that I’m single, I don’t know any man that could handle having me yelp when he greets me at home.” She chuckled, “Heck, I’ve never been good at healing spells. It’s why I volunteered in the Potions and Poisoning Floor.”When Astoria mentioned the sugars for the patients, Constance couldn’t help but feel a warm pit in her heart. That was what she loved about Astoria, it made her really care for the other young woman. While she was a Slytherin Alumni too, she had never been a darker one… she might have never cared much for their house, but she’d never seen Astoria insult another person unless provoked first. “I think they’re all going to really like it, Tori, and I can understand Halloween shopping… I think I’m going to actually go out this year, see if anything is happening, or take an extra shift at work. Heck, maybe go see if George wants to laugh at muggle horror movies with me… though he doesn’t ever understand them.” She pondered, pulling her hair back. [/SIZE] WORDCOUNT:: 617MUSICPLAYING:: Highway to Hell - ACDCCURRENTMOOD:: hyperPOSTTAGGEDFOR:: Tori, openCHARACTEROUTFIT:: hereAUTHORSNOTES:: It’s fine, I’m slow myself.[/color][/font][/blockquote][/blockquote] |
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Post by Astoria Medea Greengrass on Oct 12, 2011 19:25:18 GMT -5
( HEY SOUL SISTER )AIN'T THAT MISTER, MISTER ON THE RADIO, STEREOthe way you move ain't fair Astoria, for one, had never really understood why Constance had been friends with Draco Malfoy; he stood for everything she was against. Sure, the Malfoy family had somewhat redeemed themselves in the end, but Tori was never quick to forgive things like that, and some things she just couldn’t possibly forget. “So long as you’re being mended properly,” though she doubted that. She’d much rather Constance be helped by trained professionals, but she respected Connie’s decision and wasn’t going to say anything more, unless it came to the point where she felt she should. As of yet, Constance seemed perfectly healthy, besides what she assumed to be a few cuts and scrapes, but that was a hazard of her employment. Astoria certainly respected Constance for what she chose to do; Tori had never been brave enough, or skilled enough to become an auror or hit wizard, and chose to use her more academic strengths elsewhere where they’d be put to good use. Though as of yet, she hadn’t done much anything productive in her training.
“Not completely selfless though,” Astoria countered, more humble than anything. She didn’t enjoy receiving compliments as other people did on good work, or on her positive traits, she much preferred just a simple thanks from patients, and gratitude more than attention. “I mean, sure, I’ve done things for others, but there has been personal gain involved,” she added, downgrading herself as she always did. It was odd for her to be on the receiving end of compliments and praise, since it had always been her giving it, or in her younger years witnessing her parents dote upon her sister for things that she couldn’t possibly compare to.
“Nonetheless, the nudge was still needed,” she replied in earnest. She had always believed that it was other people that had gotten her where she was; Professor McGonagall’s reassurance that all of her grades were going to get her where she wanted, her sister’s not-so-subtle encouragement to send in her application, and Constance’s help even before that. As independent as she liked to believe she was, Astoria liked to chalk up her success to other people, mostly to take the attention off of herself and place it on others, and partly so she wouldn’t forget to who to thank properly. “If eventually, that’s what you decide to go, I think you’d make a wonderful potioneer or Potions Master. Every little bit helps, as they always say.” Astoria let a smile peak through her thick lips when Constance explained her payment. “Sounds like a deal.”
“Let me,” she mumbled and went to roll up her sleeves, forgetting she had already previously done so. “Oh,” she let out with a sigh and brought her hands up, listening to Constance explain what had happened as she poked around the area with her fingers. “It’s a pretty deep bruise,” she confirmed. Actually, it was part of the bone that had taken some damage. It wasn’t too serious, but it would certainly cause her some discomfort. Quietly, Astoria murmured a spell that would numb the ache, once she grabbed her wand from the waistband of her leggings. “It shouldn’t hurt too much anymore. If it starts to really bother you, try some painkillers. Though it should be gone in a little over a week.”
“I’ve never really been one for holidays,” Astoria said. It was true; she wasn’t particularly fond of Christmas since her family had never really celebrated it as other families had, with a large meal, joy and happiness. Christmas for the Greengrasses was like every other day at home, just with the girls getting a few more presents than any usual day. Halloween, however, quite intrigued her since it was spent at school during her younger years, and this would be her first Halloween out of Hogwarts. “I’m excited,” she said, though her voice only conveyed a little of the emotion. “It will be the first time I’m not at school for it, and I don’t think I have to work that night. I’m curious to see what the masses do to celebrate.”
( Y ' K N O W ) TAG connie,open WORDS 683 OUTFIT click hurrNOTES eep, this took forever, sorry >.<
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Post by Constance Rayne McCarthy on Oct 14, 2011 13:06:54 GMT -5
Everyone always called her a little off balanced for her choice in friendships, the Weasley’s always confused about how she got along with Draco and vice versa, but she’d never regretted any of them. After all, the woman had even put her name on the line for them… although it had taken her about five times to fully put it on the line for Lucius. In all reality, she only liked Narcissa and Draco. “Oh, he usually has to make me sit still.”
[/color] She smiled a bit, “I’ve never liked medicine or injuries… I’ll deal with pain to Skelegro anyday.”[/color] Constance admitted with a soft laugh but she leaned into a wall after checking there were no candy displays behind her. “Last week was pretty bad… I missed a follower and got hit in my ribs. I think I actually preferred getting with with bludgers.”[/color] She lifted her lips faintly. That accident would have been in Astoria’s first year if Constance remembered correctly. She listened to her with a soft smile playing across her lips. “You really are a brilliant witch, dear.”[/color] She used the term of endearment lightly to many people, and when Astoria began talking about being nudged, Constance softened her features and chuckled gently. She had originally wanted to become a Potioneer like her mother, the older woman quite brilliant before she had died, in addition to her aunt; both women had been her rolemodels growing up. She had wanted to become a Hit Witch to avoid history repeating herself… the idea of another kid losing their family because of someone they trusted haunted her everyday. “I make Potions for Mungos every once in a while, so I suppose I am a Potioneer in a sense…”[/color] She shrugged. She smiled softly when Astoria did, nodding her head softly. “Wonderful.”[/color] She chuckled. Even if they only got together once every other week to go out for lunch, Constance wouldn’t really care. She only wanted to know that the younger girl would be safe and content. Constance moved when Astoria had begun to roll up her sleeves and then turned to let her do so. She winced a few times, mainly showing it in her facial features. “That would explain why even using one of those muggle icy hot patches didn’t work.” She mumbled to herself at the mentioning of a deep bruise. What irritated her was that she’d attempted to heal it herself, and it had felt better for only an hour. Sometimes it bothered her why she and the others of her profession, not aurors, had a bed with their name on it in St. Mungos. “I’ll be sure to do that.” She smiled about the painkillers… she’d have to stop and go get some off before she went back to the Manor. “That feels a lot better, thanks Tori.”[/color] When she mentioned holidays, Constance thought back to Christmas; her immediate thoughts went back to 1993 and her mother’s death, there was a light frown playing across her lips as she remembered the killing curse, her skin crawling before she was brought back to reality as Astoria mentioned being excited for Halloween and she snapped out of her thoughts so she could smile. “Usually I’m doing some sort of patrol or making sure the Malfoy’s aren’t going to drink themselves to death.” She chuckled and shook her head, “I keep forgetting how young you are, I’m sure you’ll have fun. There’s usually festivals and things everywhere. Haunted houses.”[/color] She felt her lips twitch in amusement about the last part. [/SIZE] WORDCOUNT:: 617MUSICPLAYING:: Highway to Hell - ACDCCURRENTMOOD:: hyperPOSTTAGGEDFOR:: Tori, openCHARACTEROUTFIT:: hereAUTHORSNOTES:: It’s fine, I’m slow myself.[/color][/font][/blockquote][/blockquote] |
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