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[romilda lee vane]

It took a lot of effort to look so good. Any girl who looked stunning and claimed she all but ‘rolled out of bed like that’ was lying to you through her teeth. Most girls indeed wanted the men in her life to think they were naturally glamorous, but you couldn’t fool the other girls. They all knew the truth- the hours of preparation that went into looking attractive. First there was personal hygiene. No one liked a smelly girl. Then there was hair removal, getting rid of hair from every nook and cranny where hair really out not be. Then there was basic skin care to ensure a smooth, pimple free canvas. To be honest, Romilda felt sorry for girls who grew up outside the Wizarding community. Those creams and washes were nothing compared to the tonics and potions available to young Witches. Once your canvas was perfect, it was time to create the art-work. Which took all sorts of products. Things to smooth your hair, things to even out your complexion... All the things you never let a boy know about.

Now, there were several places in the Wizarding community that offered such products, but as far as Romilda was concerned, Madam Primpernelle’s was the best in beautifying potions. With the exception of a few Weasley Wizard Wheeze’s products, she brought all her beauty care from Madam P’s. It was a good thing they offered an Owl service too, or she’d have to suffer through the Hogwarts months without anything to boost her appearance. And that just would not do now would it? How was she supposed to impress the boys (and intimidate the girls) if she could not look her best? Not that she really had to worry about that at all. With her large allowance, the young woman had a steady flow of everything she needed. Spoilt, she may well be, but at least she looked good. Her mother, at least, understood the sheer importance of personal care for a young woman, as she herself had taken a rather keen interest in her own appearance. It was good to know that her mother, at least, understood the importance of it all.

With a pink bag dangling from her arm, Milda stepped out into the street. She took in a deep breath, smelling the clean smell of summer air. She loved the smell of summer; Fresh grass, flowers, and she could have sworn that the sun it’s-self had a smell. Besides which, with the warm weather came freedom from school. Now, don’t get me wrong, Milda liked being at Hogwards. The atmosphere, gossip and drama flying around for her to lap up. It was the classes that got to her. She wasn’t much of a fan of being told what to do with her days and honestly the amount of homework was downright un-reasonable. It was a double-edged sword really, being on holidays. She got the days to herself but the atmosphere severely lacked. Oh well, not to worry. She was sure that by keeping in close contact with her friends over the summer, she could stir up some forms of drama. Not to mention the biggest gossip- Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived, was getting married. Even though she knew them at school, Miss Vane had read everything printed about the engagement and impending marriage.

Sigh. The Wizarding world really needed more celebrities. She was bored with the bland lives of the current ones. Harry should cheat on Ginny with that Granger girl, that would make things so much more interesting. Ohh on the night before the wedding! And as the priest said that thing about if anyone saw a reason why they couldn’t be like, married, Hermione should like fly down the isle all puffed and declare her un-dying love for Harry. The brunette smiled, that did indeed sound so much more fascinating the then sweet wedding that was bound to happen. Shame really, would have really spiced things up. Shrugging slightly, she took a few steps down the stone street. Trying to decide what she could do with the rest of her afternoon. Maybe she’d Owl around and try and plan a party? They were always fun.

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[astoria matilda greengrass]

Astoria sighed. It was a delicate, breathy noise that wouldn’t be heard by anyone who wasn’t paying attention, and fortunately no one was. She was walking though Diagon Alley, and today was particularly crowded. In fact, a small child had just stumbled and dropped ice cream on her favorite penny loafers. Most girls would just groan in frustration and clean it up, but not Astoria. She never groaned, grunted, belched, or may any of those other unappealing sounds that girls these days tended to hardly notice themselves making. In fact, even that feathery sigh escaping her lips was a rarity. But some miniature heathen with few manners (she hadn’t even apologized!) had dumped ice cream on her; some sort of disappointed noise was in order. For a second, Astoria stood in the middle of the Alley, her large blue eyes—perfectly made up—turned up to the sky. You will not cry. They are just shoes, Astoria. Furthermore, you will sit down, and pull out your wand, and clean them in an instant. Calm yourself.

This inner reprimanding only lasted a split second—soon the teen was hurrying over to the nearest bench. Sitting down, Astoria pulled two things out of her purse; a cloth napkin and her wand. Quickly but delicately, she crossed her legs and wiped the excess ice cream away. Pouting, Astoria shook the ice cream off of the napkin and on to the ground. “Scourgify,” she murmured twice, first directed at the cloth and then at her shoe. Finally, the teen felt like she could breath again. Astoria glanced up through her lashes and looked around, wondering if anyone had been looking at her. Ideally, she probably would have preferred cleaning up the mess in private, where no one could see that it actually happened, but she had been so distracted by it that the idea of walking farther before cleaning it up simply hadn’t occurred to her.

For a moment, Astoria simply decided to lean back and relax; she put the napkin and wand back into her bag and people watched. Families rushing to get school supplies early, teens enjoying their summer break, twenty-something’s buying home goods and walking hand in hand. Astoria tipped her head to the side, her long brown tresses tumbling across her shoulders. She wished she could be one of those twenty-something’s; young and in love and settling down and starting their lives together. She was so sick of the pettiness and immaturity and dragging routine that was school. She wanted to break out and get her life going already.

Astoria’s glance stilled. Her eyes fell upon a girl her age, with chocolate hair and a perfect complexion. Astoria’s own small mouth bowed into a frown, her eyebrows furrowed. Why was she always running into Romilda Vane? Was karma playing some cruel trick on her for not really liking the girl? It wasn’t her fault, really. They were just…so… different. The fundamental centers of their personalities were entirely opposing. With a twinge of recognition, Astoria realized she had been caught staring. Shoot. Now she would have to make pleasantries. Forcing herself to give a well practiced smile, Astoria stood and smoothed out her skirt gracefully in one move. “Romilda… don’t you look well!”

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