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Madam Rosmerta has cleared away most of the usual tables and booths. There are still a few small tables scattered around the large room, and a cheery fire is crackling in the fireplace. Along one wall are long tables loaded with tea sandwiches, scones, petit fours, candies, biscuits and other rich treats. On the opposite wall there is tea with all the accoutrements, a fountain type punchbowl, and coffee for those who prefer it to tea. Butterbeer is also available on request.

The tables hold bouquets of early spring flowers -- snowdrops, narcissus, and crocus in pink, yellow and white. There are soft yellow, pink, and white ribbons on the candle sconces, as well.

In a back room, the models from Gladrags are bustling around, changing into the various cloaks and robes they will be showing the attendees. They can't be seen, but it is possible to hear their indistinct chatter.

After checking the arrangements with Madam Rosemerta, Ginny stands near the door, nervously waiting for Emma to show up, and worried about whether the party will come off well, and very excited about her friends meeting each other. She's dressed in an aqua green Muggle dress with small yellow flowers, and wearing the new silver snitch necklace Harry gave her.



((While screened for female characters under the age of 30, the Three Broomsticks is a public facility, so it is possible for other characters to crash the party. It'll be a lot easier if they're disguised as a female under thirty, though. *wink*))

Date: 2006-03-12 12:37 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mistressshirley.livejournal.com
Sneaking from the castle was suprisingly easy.
So, too, was procuring a smart outfit - a short vest and long skirt, done up in muted grey and blue plaid, with a white blouse with a faint floral print on, and a high, turned down collar. It certainly wasn't hers, though it was respectably fashionable. With the reasoning that there probably wasn't another in the school from her precise time period (and fashion season), she felt no qualms about taking it from the high, boarded-up tower.
Anne had been deathly afraid that the boy, Ryuuji, would never come to visit her, and she'd be forced to waste away forever waiting for that horrible moment in which he finally professed his tragic love for her. Or - more realistically - where he apologized and had a perfectly decent excuse for it all.
The fear, however, had passed with time, only to be replaced by a tedium that daydreams couldn't relieve. House elves made for horrid conversationalists (though one could pry just about anything from them with some creative wheedling. Which is exactly how Anne knew of the J.A.I.L.B.A.I.T. Teaparty), and even the spacious Hogwarts rooftops were lacking in companionship.
So with the discovery of a meeting for the young women of the school, Anne knew her opportunity to perhaps reinstate herself in the society below with a minimal amount of wave-making was at hand.


And it was as simple as quietly unlocking her door, and walking quickly and purpousfully down the stair, through the crowded commons, into the hall beyond, down a good many staircases, and out the main doors... all without a single person looking at her twice.
Confidence is key.

Now, Anne stands uneasily before the welcoming doors, wondering what Emma (or any of the others) will think of her sudden appearance. Which is so very silly, she realizes, because one's apprehensions are often so very misplaced.

So she simply walks in - tall, truly graceful, and smiling nervously. "Er... hullo."

Date: 2006-03-12 12:45 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ewoodhouse.livejournal.com
"Anne! Oh, little Anne!" Emma sweeps towards her and takes one of her hands gently. "I have not seen you since before Valentine's Day. Oh, I have been terribly concerned. Have you been well?"

She smiles warmly, attempting to help the shy girl feel more comfortable.

Date: 2006-03-12 01:00 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mistressshirley.livejournal.com
Anne flinches slightly at Emma's touch, but smiles warmly in return. "Oh, Emma, it's been too long indeed... I have been well. Terribly silly, but I have my health and my wits and OH! I've missed you so much!"

Date: 2006-03-12 01:04 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ewoodhouse.livejournal.com
Emma removes her hand. "Well, let us do our best to break down that good health of yours with some treats, shall we? Do you wish me to serve you a plate, sweet child?"

Date: 2006-03-12 01:13 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mistressshirley.livejournal.com
Anne smiles brighter still, and loops a willing arm through Emma's. "Oh, I can't let you serve me. Come - let us get some together. I've not had anything but scraps from the kitchens for a month. I'm starved!"

Date: 2006-03-12 01:19 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ewoodhouse.livejournal.com
"Goodness, child!" Emma gasps, appalled. "Why do you hurt yourself so? Hogwarts has more than enough food for every lady within these walls." She walks with her to the side wall, where the sweets are. She loads a plate with sandwiches and cookies.

"And you must tell me what has distracted you so much."

Date: 2006-03-12 01:36 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mistressshirley.livejournal.com
Anne curses herself inwardly, and blushes outwardly. "It's... nothing. Silliness, really. Girlish fantasies and the shocking truth that love is neither as glorious or as true as tales suggest." She smiles self-consciously, and takes a small sandwich from Emma's plate. She bites at it daintily, and sits as Emma does at a table set away from the others. "I was simply getting an early start on old maid-hood."

Date: 2006-03-12 01:39 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ewoodhouse.livejournal.com
"Have you had trouble with a boy, dear Anne?" Emma looks concerned. "Oh, please, tell me about it. I am an expert in the ways of the heart, although I do not intend to be involved in such affairs myself. And Anne, you shall not be an old maid. I will not stand for it. We just must be careful to make the correct match for you."

Date: 2006-03-12 01:57 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mistressshirley.livejournal.com
"You could say I have, though I honestly believe it is through no fault of his own that he broke my heart. He simply... was too perfect. And although I knew that it had all been a horrid prank, a trick that neither of us saw coming, I could not help but love him." She swallows a growing lump in her throat, and takes a large bite from her sandwich. "And now... well, I've been hiding. From him, from the school, from men. I'd convinced myself that living with the illusion that he loved me as well, somewhere else, was better that knowing that he didn't, with him close by."
Anne smiles bleakly, and finishes her sandwich.
"Emma... he kissed me. I feel like such... such a tramp!"

Date: 2006-03-12 02:03 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ewoodhouse.livejournal.com
"Oh, my poor child. Dear, dear... a kiss is a kiss is a kiss. Succumbing to a boy's flirtations to grant him a kiss does not make you a tramp in any way. I know that you are an intelligent, moral girl. You certainly are not a tramp."

Emma smiles encouragingly, and pats her hand. "Now, what was the name of this boy, again?"

Date: 2006-03-12 02:10 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mistressshirley.livejournal.com
"I don't think I ought to say. He might not like it to go around that he's kissed a girl. He... um. I think he's a... a..." Anne bursts into tears suddenly and quietly, her shoulders shaking with the effort to hold them back. "Oh, Emma," she sobs, "He... He likes men! I f-found out that he was with that awful T-tom boy, and I n-nearly died with heartbreak!"
Anne collapses on the table, and buries her head in her arms, her body shaking with emotion.

Date: 2006-03-12 02:15 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ewoodhouse.livejournal.com
"What!? My goodness, Anne! Why, you must have heard incorrectly. Yes, I am certain of it." She hugs her tightly. "But you must tell me who it is. I swear, I will not spread any malicious gossip. But I must know who is seducing girls of their first kiss, so that I do not encourage any of my friends to step out with him."

Date: 2006-03-12 02:21 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mistressshirley.livejournal.com
Anne tries to stem her tears against Emma's shoulder, but only succeeds in getting the fine fabric wet. Shaking, she manages to choke out the name between large sobs.
"Ryuuji..."

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Date: 2006-03-12 01:25 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mistressshirley.livejournal.com
*takes Ginny's hand dantily, and curtsies* It's so very nice to finally meet you, Miss Weasley. I've met some of your brothers, and I must say I quite like the members of your family whom I have become acquainted with thus far. *smiles happily* I certainly approve of your taste... your dress is lovely. Green suits hair such as yours - and mine, for that matter - so very well.

Me... I'm commonly known as Anne - with an e, mind you - Shirley, formerly of the small town of Avonlea, P.E.I. It's no wonder that you haven't met me, either. I've not been too very sociable of late, I fear.

Date: 2006-03-12 01:46 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mistressshirley.livejournal.com
Nothing too dreadfully unfortunate, fortunately. *she giggles a little, but stifles it with a hand* I've simply been being silly, as is my nature. I... don't want a boyfriend. I want Ryuuji

Fred and George are simply troublemakers of the best sort. Gilbert's the same way, and although I'll never forgive him his prankishness, I do think your twin brothers are handsome enough that I shall have no other choice but to pardon them should they ask it, and maybe before.
I do so like Charlie, though... he seems so very much the archetype of what a man should be. I've schooled my intentions toward him, though *laughs happily* He's much too old for me.
That other brother of yours... Ronald, is it? Tell me of him. Is he handsome? Kind?

Date: 2006-03-12 02:15 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mistressshirley.livejournal.com
*flushes with excitement and embarassment*
Perhaps... I think perhaps I would be alright with meeting him. I mean, as long as there are no other Slytherins around...
*she trails off, and seems to lose herself in thought*

Date: 2006-03-12 02:39 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mistressshirley.livejournal.com
*still distracted by something*
Oh, yes! That would be lovely... I do so hope you and Harry are happy? I would very much like to meet him as well, to pass judgement. Which is to say, I'm sure I'll approve. From things I've heard from the house-elves, he seems like a very kind and brave young man.

Date: 2006-03-12 06:16 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mistressshirley.livejournal.com
*seems to come to a little, and smiles at Ginny*
Bothering me? Oh no... not really. It's nothing at all. Just more silly ponderings and whatnot - the sort I've always been particularly apt to have. Tragic romances with all sorts of adventure and melodramatic deaths and people pouring poison into other people's ears... all that sort of nonsense.
*she sighs, still smiling* Oh, but I'm glad you and your beau are happy together. It sounds so dreadfully impossible sometimes, and I fear that I'll never have the chance to find such happiness for myself. Not without raven-black hair to my waist and a name like Beatrice or Cordelia. Or... or Ginevra! It's such a lovely name. I envy you so. I'd have a man in a moment if my name were Ginevra, and surely he'd be as perfect as your Harry sounds.
But I'm Anne, and I have no hope that my hair shall darken anytime soon, and the only way a man will look at me is if he is tricked into doing so, which is no way to fall in love.

Voldemort? Is he not the rather reptilian gentleman who teaches Defense Against the Dark Arts? Is he particularly good at Quidditch? I've heard that Harry is very good with the broom, so it is no wonder that he would defeat him. I had a cousin who played at Polo, and did very well at it. He wasn't actually a cousin, though, because I don't know any of my blood cousins. But he was a cousin of Marilla's, which suits just the same. He wasn't very handsome or heroic, though, and he drank rather a lot when he won. Marilla didn't abide him more than she was forced to by good manners, but I rather liked to hear him talk about teams he'd defeated and people he'd seen and places he'd been, even though I'm fairly certain he made a great deal of it up. Which was something else Marilla could never abide, and I really shouldn't have either, but they were such lovely stories. I do so like stories, although I've never been fishing so I really have no idea what a fish story is. Nor am I completely certain about smut. I know it's bad, and that I musn't ever read it, but Marilla has never gone so far as to explain what exactly smut IS. I would so like to know, as it will allow me to avoid it most carefully in the future - I almost panic to think that I may have read some without knowing, and that I have been rendered unmarriageable for thinking things improper for a woman to think.
*she takes a deep breath, then lets it out*
Do you like to read, Ginny?

Date: 2006-03-12 06:52 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mistressshirley.livejournal.com
Oh! You knit! *picks up randomly on threads of conversation* I love to knit! Perhaps we ought to organize some sort of kitting and sewing society for some good purpouse. Like - to build an Orphanage, or to start a fund for general repairs of the school. And we can sell them at rallies, and host a cakewalk and a dancing contest. Yes! That's precicely what Hogwarts needs! A dancing competition. We have so many skilled students that it would simply be a waste not to somehow take advantage. When shall we hold it, though... perhaps the first of April? Yes. It's decided. The Hogwarts Knitting Society will sponsor a Dancing class and competition on the first of April. What sort of fliers should we create? I think I would make a wonderful treasurer, and you'd be a lovely president. Perhaps Emma can be the secretary? She has such a way with her words...

Nonsense. You musn't be involved with men who go about killing teachers! That's just irresponsible. I shall be sure to give him a thurough talking to upon meeting him. Such things must not be tolerated! Think of the poor teacher's pupils... what must they think when they hear news that a fellow student has killed thier teacher? Even if he were strict and cruel, the most hard-hearted student could not deny that the death of one's instructor is cruel and tragic.

Oh, don't worry about finding a boy for me, Ginny. It's a fool's errand, and I know that you are anything but a fool. It is my destiny to become an old maid, and I shall become one with great dignity. It does no good to fight against such a fate, and make a fool of yourself as well as a lonely old woman. It is far better to make friends while you can, so that when you grow old and bothersome, people are obligated to be kind to you and ease your final days as you decend toward a lonely, penniless, unfulfiled death.
*sighs tragically*

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