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Post by roxanneweasley on Feb 7, 2012 18:08:08 GMT 1
 It was the weekend. Every teenager across the word be the wizzard or muggle loves the weekend. And why? What is so important about the two last days of the week? Why do people spend the other days pining after that short forty eight hours? Because it is a short forty eight hours of freedom! A time without potionmaking or essay writing or cup reading. A time when children aren't forced into classes It's the time where people all over the world can do whatever they please. At least, in theory. Usually, parents get in the way of something like that. But for Hogwarts students? At least Howart students with Parental permission? The weekend means complete and utter freedom outside Hogwarts grounds. The weekend means Hogsmeade.
Roxy had spent many a Hogsmeade trip over the years with her brother, mr Wood and whichever family members decided to tag along, but the people she spent almost as much time with as her twin, her best friends, were often able to steal her from her brother for hogsmeade trips. And today they didn't even need to ask. Darla needed her best friends this weekend. After Nick, that complete and utter bloody fool, had broke up with her, the girl would be needing cheering up. Which was why Roxy had hidden a little surprise in her tiny bag. Or, what appeared to be a tiny bag with the help of an undetectable extension charm thanks to her aunt Hermoine. Roxy was pretty sure that when her Aunt had told her of the charm she hadn't intended for the young witch to use it to hide Firewhiskey, but oh well! Her friend was in dire need of a pick-me-up. Far be it from Roxy to deny her that.
Swinging her bag over her shoulder, Roxy left the Gryffindor common room, stumbling down the stairs before running to the gates.When she arrived, her friends were nowhere to be found. They were probably getting ready. Or their fellow Slytherins could be mocking them for their choice of companion. To be honest, the three of them were a strange group. If you saw them together it might seem strange that two Slytherins were best friends with a Gryffindor, a Weasley none the less! Plus, their personalities were entirely different. There's no doubt it was odd, but they had been best friends for years. They were too close to be torn apart by some silly social standings and the fact that Gryffindors and Slytherins shouldn't be friends. Well, who said so? Darla and Chelsea were the best friends Roxy could ask for. When she saw them, Roxy launched herself at the Slytherins, hugging them. "This weekend is going to be one for the history books, I kid you not."
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Post by chelsea on Feb 8, 2012 17:35:06 GMT 1
Chelsea felt the first bit of excitement in weeks as she walked out of her common room, ready to spend the day down in the village. Most of her and Roxanne's days had been spent trying to cheer up Darla, and avoiding Nick. It wasn't easy for her, since growing up next to Darla meant growing up next to Nick and she'd come to see him as a sort of brother/friend but Darla came first and right now she was on her side, regardless. It was easier by the day, seeing her smile more and she knew that with her tactlessness and Roxy's humor, they'd be able to extract a few laughs and smiles from Darla.
If one looked at them, they wouldn't guess how close they were. Chelsea loved Roxanne just as much as she loved Darla, which was odd because she hated every other Gryffindor pranking little blood traitor. It was weird how she automatically gravitated towards Roxy when Darla first hung out with her and they clicked in a way which was difficult to describe. She was the cream to her coffee, you could say in a way, one sweet and fun, the other bitter and harsh, yet a wonderful mix when together. Sighting Roxanne, she winked at her friend, throwing her arms open to return the hug.
"Ha...Hell hath no fury like a student scorned," she replied, glad to be away from books and homework, especially since she'd vowed never to be so serious ever since she gave the OWLs the previous year. "So...what do you have in mind for the day, ma cherie?" she asked, flipping her hair behind as she turned to both of them with raised brows, contemplating. She knew they would probably get a little drunk, which wasn't all that bad, and maybe if she got lucky they'd meet a few guys. She'd had no action in that department for a long time and was looking to find somebody who wouldn't take things far to seriously.
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Post by DARLA ADRIENNE SELWYN on Feb 11, 2012 0:42:34 GMT 1
Today wasn’t just like any other day, it was a day she’d been awaiting for over a month. Finally, her father resigned her permission slip, and an owl dropped it off. Today was the first day that year that Darla was able to go back to Hogsmeade. The date had been circled on her calendar for weeks, bright in red, mocking her daily. It was already set—the girl would wake up early, wake up Chelsea (that being if her blonde friend wasn’t already up) and then they’d meet their third Muskateer, Roxy. A day with her best girls and notable partners in crime; a day to celebrate the rest of their youth—of what they all had left. It was no secret, with the previous year being an O.W.L. year and the upcoming year being a N.E.W.T. year, their lives and their future were rapidly approaching. But for today, Darla and her friends were ready to step back for a moment, and live like the young, wild, and carefree schoolgirls that they were at heart.Roxy, Chelsea, and Darla; it was a noticeably odd group and in their six years of going strong, they still managed to receive double takes and weird looks together. Roxy herself was a Gryffindor, and a Weasley to boot. Though the girl from the crimson colored house was in every way kind, she was a bit of a rule breaker and had been known to be quite the little prankster. Then came Chelsea, something who would resemble every possible opposite from Roxy. Both Chelsea and Darla were born into ‘noble pureblood’ families with elitist beliefs. Chelsea was the school’s resident it girl and rarely had a whim when it came to extending genuine kindness to those outside of her circle. Though the blonde was admittedly a bit shallow, she was one of the most dedicated and loyal friends a person could ask for. Then came Darla, the happy medium; pureblooded but with a reputation for being one of the nicest girls in the school. She had a wicked hex though, and she wasn’t one to take nonsense. All in all, the trio was odd, but they found at a young age that they balanced one another nicely.
Darla finished buttoning her jacket, expecting the weather to be less than forgiving and set off out of the Slytherin common room right with Chelsea. Quickly they were greeted with force as Roxy propelled herself at the duo. Caught off guard, the girl instantly began to laugh, giving her friends a tight squeeze, the upbeat energy keeping the smile square on her face. The girl nodded in Chelsea’s direction, and raised a brow at Roxy, a look of impression spread across her red-stained lips. ”Well, you seem to be the brains behind today’s operation. Tell me: what do we have planned for today?” she added, motioning for the trio to start their trek, linking the girls on both of her arms.
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