And silence, like darkness, can be kind; it, too, is a language.

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And silence, like darkness, can be kind; it, too, is a language.

Post by Imogen Blackburn on Mon Oct 17, 2016 7:47 pm

Imogen liked to call all of this little coincidence, but it really wasn't anything like that.
The truth is that she was looking for this girl for a long time, collecting all information about her, her guardians, moving, school and everything else.
So she was walking through Hogsmeade last few days in the hope that they will have some kind of school trip or something like that.

And who would say? Today Imogen has luck.
While she was passing next to one coffee bar, she saw blonde.
Now, she just needs a way to go to her and start a conversation.

Reasons, why she is doing this, are various.
First of all, this girl has a potential.
Even if Ministry tried to keep her on the light side, Imogen liked to believe that her blood and real nature will be like her parents.
And then, Imogen felt sorry for her.
She knows better than anyone how it is to grow up without parents, and now she sees the same thing happening to her little niece, and she can't do anything to change that.
So she decided to try to help this girl.

"Hey, do you know which time it is? I should meet with my sister, but I can't see her anywhere" the stupidest thing ever, but this was really first thing Imogen said to Florence.

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Post by Florence Gibbon on Fri Nov 04, 2016 8:42 pm

This time of year, Hogsmeade was different. The leaves were burnt orange, curling into themselves as the trees retreated inwards, scrunching up against the bracing winter winds that whipped down through the high street. The little cafés dotted along the cobbled street changed their menu options to reflect the altering seasons. There was a tinge of Christmas in the air, too, as though the air was steeling itself, readying its bluster for the coldest dead of winter that was only made bearable by the spark of joy. Well, joy for most, anyway.

That morning, Florence Gibbon had pushed her body into the soft arms of a new winter coat and furled her tried and tested scarf around her neck. It always grew colder in Scotland first. Inevitably. That knowledge didn’t detract from the surprise she always felt, though, when she left the relative warmth of the dungeons and felt the bristling air against her cheeks. She even slid her fingers into a pair of gloves that kept her palms toasty until she was in the village, well clear of the castle.

She made her decision quickly whilst there. Florence ducked into the first café she came across, her stomach rumbling for something good to eat. She counted out her sickles and paid for a toasted sandwich and a coffee before taking a seat by one of the windows, unfurling a newspaper that she had picked up from the rack by the door.

Looking up from the sports news at the sound of a voice, Florence realised with a start that she was being spoken to. She blinked and set down her mug before turning her wrist to look at her watch.

“It’s a little past eleven. I hope you don’t miss her.”

She didn’t, it just felt like the customary thing to say. Offering a ghost of a smile, Florence let her eyes settle briefly on the woman before skirting down back to the newspaper, back to obscurity.
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Post by Imogen Blackburn on Mon Jan 23, 2017 3:56 pm

(I really can't say how sorry I am because it took me this long to answer)

The girl was pretty. She almost looked like Imogen in her ages. Same blonde hair and that innocent face expression that could hide real devil under her skin.

"Thank you, you are so sweet" Imogen gave her her best smile while thinking what she should do next.
Maybe she could just pass it, after all, this is still just the girl.
But there is one part of Imogen afraid of failure so she decided to try, once again.
"I think she should come soon. Do you mind if we share the table before she comes? There is no free table here and it's really cold so I wouldn't like to wait for her outside." blonde looked at her like if she is really worry that she will need to wait outside for her sister who, by the way, won't come, at least not today.

While she was waiting for the girl to answer once again, she bought a hot chocolate for herself. She usually wouldn't do that because of new diet she is trying, but she decided to give herself as a present. She didn't drink anything with sugar for years now.


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