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When Christmas hols roll around, everyone goes home.
And Renée makes a suggestion and Miranda sends some owls, all with the same underlying invitation:
Mum wants to go shopping in Muggle Edinburgh and said I should invite some friends. You can Floo in or she can pick you up by Apparition, as you like, and we'll get lunch and she'll have you home in time for supper. Want to come?
She invites Karen and Jenny and Emma and Alli, and as an afterthought also Vivian, since she and Karen have been friendly and another muggleborn might ease Karen's jitters.
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chanuphis
planetarium
"She wasn't sure," says Karen in a rush, "she said she didn't know yet she wasn't old enough to be positive, she said she would think about it and she told me and that if she was widdershins then of course, but, but she isn't. Turns out. It mentioned in her letter when she was inviting me here."
slythervivian
Vivian feels her whole body tense up even as Karen finishes her sentence. She can't let herself freeze, though, she can't, not when Karen is looking at her with that beaten-down look on her face. It almost hurts more to see Karen this upset than to know Karen was pining for someone and it wasn't her.
"I'm sorry," she says again. "I know it sounds lame, but- I really am sorry. At least you know that it's- that if she was, she would-" she can't quite bring herself to finish the sentence. "...does it help?"
"I'm sorry," she says again. "I know it sounds lame, but- I really am sorry. At least you know that it's- that if she was, she would-" she can't quite bring herself to finish the sentence. "...does it help?"
planetarium
"Yeah. It kind of helps. Like, it's not that she doesn't like me, or something."
slythervivian
"Yeah." Not being liked back is awful. She could write whole essays on the subject, at the moment. "See? You're awesome, and she knows you're awesome?" she attempts. "That's just- bad luck, really."
slythervivian
"Is there anything I can do to help?" Vivian asks. "Distract you with castles or plaid or bagpipes, or something?"
planetarium
"Heh. I'll be okay. Just don't let me get hit by a..." gesture at cars, "one of those."
slythervivian
"I promise, no cars, and no haggis," Vivian says seriously. "I am not nearly Scottish enough for that."
New goal for the day. Be wonderful tourists, enjoy Muggle adventures, show Karen around, and above all distract her from thoughts of Miranda at all costs. (And hopefully, that will help them both feel better.)
New goal for the day. Be wonderful tourists, enjoy Muggle adventures, show Karen around, and above all distract her from thoughts of Miranda at all costs. (And hopefully, that will help them both feel better.)
planetarium
"I actually ate haggis once. My dad's friend's -" She looks at a passing Muggle. "- cook made it."
slythervivian
"Cook?" Vivian starts, then gets it. "Oh." She tilts her head curiously at Karen. Focus on me and Scotland and weird food. Don't be sad. "...did you like it?"
planetarium
"They're surprising, people dare each other to eat them, and the good ones are really good! And you don't sit down and have them for dinner as a main course."
slythervivian
"Those... are actually really good points, if you remember that earwax exists," she laughs. "I think haggis was probably a thing about food options, though? 'This is what we have to eat and we are hungry so we will eat it', that kind."
slythervivian
That was like... half a smile! Vivian will be collapsing in a heap of crushed hopes later. For now, she has one goal: distracting an unhappy Karen. They are going to have the best day.
They continue on towards the monument, chattering about Scots and dredging up increasingly obscure and improbable stereotypes. Maybe, if Vivian's very lucky and very sneaky, she can keep Karen's shadowed frown from returning. She much prefers Karen's face lit up by a smile.
(Oh, she is in so much trouble.)
They continue on towards the monument, chattering about Scots and dredging up increasingly obscure and improbable stereotypes. Maybe, if Vivian's very lucky and very sneaky, she can keep Karen's shadowed frown from returning. She much prefers Karen's face lit up by a smile.
(Oh, she is in so much trouble.)
chanuphis
Meanwhile:
"I wonder how hard it is to learn a hundred kinds of plaid by sight."
"I wonder how hard it is to learn a hundred kinds of plaid by sight."
witch_please
"Right about where 'learning all the Quidditch jerseys' is, I expect," Alli says airily, digging through another bin. "At least I only have to keep track of three!"
So far, she's managed to locate a cap, a scarf, and a kilt that she likes. None of them are the same plaid, and she's wearing all three at once. Locals may be picked out of the passersby from the pained faces they are giving her.
So far, she's managed to locate a cap, a scarf, and a kilt that she likes. None of them are the same plaid, and she's wearing all three at once. Locals may be picked out of the passersby from the pained faces they are giving her.
chanuphis
"You're hilariously mismatched. You could probably start a clan war if you traveled to the wrong era."
witch_please
"Hey, if people are fighting over me, I'm doing it right," she informs Miranda loftily, striking a pose in her plaid. Behind Miranda, the shopkeeper fails to be subtle enough as he makes a face. Alli talks herself out of cursing him- points for honesty, or something- and sticks out her tongue instead, then heads for the door. "I give up, I fail at shopping. Onwards!"