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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 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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