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It's late, well, for most people it would be. But to Nny it's just night, generic and familiar. He's pacing the halls irritably, trying to pretend there's nothing on his mind.

Passing a window, he stops to look out at the sky, and blinks when he realizes the windowseat is occupied.

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Primavera is sitting crosslegged, turned sideways on the windowseat to face the rows of little bottles inside the open case that sits on the seat beside her. She has one bottle open and is dabbling in it lazily. The scent wafts up, redolent of cherries and something darker. She turns her head when she hears Nny approaching, a doll's acute hearing detecting even a quiet approach, but says nothing until he is within view, and then smiles in the least provocative way a doll can manage, which is to say, probably still provocative to most men but at least not aiming to be so, and definitely nothing that Nny would be expected to find interesting. She recognizes him as one of the people who got upset and squibbed her at her Sorting. She also knows he is one of the caretakers and it would be best to keep as close to being on his good side as she can manage.

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Ah. One of the new students. There's been so very many of them lately. He'd have walked by without a pause, but the plethora of little bottles is intruiging, and the open one smells... interesting.

"What's that?"

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"It's a perfume oil," Primavera explains. "This one is called Blood." And her fangs show just a little when she smiles this time. "It's mostly dragon's blood with some cherry in it. The plant dragon's blood, not actual dragon's blood," she adds, remembering that in this wizarding place, people actually might use a real dragon's blood for some things. "Would you like some?" She offers the bottle amiably.

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"I didn't realize there was a plant called dragon's blood. Professor Crowley would probably be disappointed." He steps closer, taking the bottle to sniff. "It doesn't smell anything like blood."

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"Crowley, he's the professor of herbology, right? I should enroll in that class. It's not a plant plant, it's ... resin from a tree?" Primavera's education has been spotty in places. "But I like it. I like wearing something called Blood. Not that I really wear this one very often anymore. There are so many. Here's another blood one --" She fishes out an imp of Blood Kiss.

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"Well, resin from a tree is still a plant thing. And yeah, he's the herbology professor. I don't hate him." He trades the small bottle for the tiny one, and takes a curious sniff. There's something primal about this one. "I like this better than the other one."

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I don't hate him. Not a bad way of putting how Primavera herself categorizes people. She stopped really liking people, in that human-sympathy sort of way, fairly early into her metamorphosis ... "That one's got, hmm, clove, cherry, vetiver ..." Her nose wrinkles. "Vetiver doesn't work on me at all. I have this whole bottle of vetiver stuff that Iggy thought I wanted to have and I didn't want it." She produces a bottle labeled Alecto. "Named after one of the three Furies, Iggy says. He reads a lot. I like these for their names as much as for how they smell."

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"I don't know what vetiver is. I've heard of the Furies, though." Sniffing perfumey things handed to him by a girl with fangs is an odd situation, but certainly not the oddest thing that's happened to him; certainly not the oddest here. He takes the latest bottle, smells the contents... this one's not as, ah, hormonal as the last one, much more to his liking. "These are kind of nice. I do like this one."

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"I don't. You can keep it if you want." Primavera really couldn't care less. Sure, Iggy gave her the bottle. So what? Iggy gives her lots of things -- gave her lots of things. That's what Iggy does. "Here's another one that goes with it, Megaera, another of the Furies." It's another of the tiny vials, not a bottle this time. "I have a lot of these little ones. You get them for free with the bigger bottles, and anyway I like to try lots of different things." Primavera is nothing if not adventurous.

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...now she's giving him... perfume? But it's not girly-smelling, and he does like it, so why not? He takes the little vial of Megaera and... this one is feminine, warm and sweet.

Hmmm.

"I know someone who might like this."

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"An avenging goddess?" Primavera remembers her own goddess. "Like Lilith. She's ... our goddess, I guess you could say. To all the dolls. Like our mother, but dolls don't have children. This alchemy lab makes a scent in her honor too, and I used to wear it when I went out on jobs for Kito." She smiles a very sharp white smile. "I liked to think that Lilith could see me slit their throats."

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"Avenging goddess might be exaggerating, but she certainly has good reflexes." Her talk of dolls makes him uneasy, especially with Devi on his mind, but she is interesting. "Slitting throats is your job?"

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Ron stood up straight when he spotted Primavera, the girl he met are her sorting. Sirius wanted him to go for it, right? And now that the puppet was gone, he could! Ron was on the prowl again... Oh, wow, did that sound dorky.

Ron fishes into his pocket for his cigarette, but isn't able to find it. Damn it- Uh, shit! He then just moves both hands into his pockets and approaches Primavera.

"Hey." Ok, that was good. Suitably casual. Ron's eyes grow wider as he realizes that he doesn't have anything else to add! He's quiet for a moment, before spitting out, "I got the puppet off my hand but now I don't know where it is and it might attack us at any moment so how are you?"

Brilliant, Ron. Bloody brilliant.

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Primavera looks up from playing with all the little bottles to see Ron Weasley, of all people. He blurts out something about puppet attacks and her eyes go wide. "I hope he isn't anywhere around here. He was such a mean puppet."

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"You don't know half of it!" Ron gives her a curious look. "So, how have you been? Do you want me to, you know, show you around?" He starts to mumble, "You know, show you around... " Ron swallows, trying to judge her reaction. Did she send the track? Did she like him?

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"I've been all right, I guess, but Hufflepuff is awful. Have you met that Morfin person? He won't leave me alone!" Primavera catches Ron's allusion to the song she'd anonymously dedicated to him on Radio WART and smiles an innocent smile. "I thought the town was called Hogsmeade."

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"Morfin's... he's alright. He's different. He's descended from Salazar Slytherin, you know. I think he was sick before, you know, up there. But he's better now. Anyways, if this is him better, I'm glad I didn't meet him before!"

Ron blushes, but then grins. "It is called Hogsmeade, and I can show you there, too! I mean, if you want. There's an awesome sweets shop there. You look like you like sweets." He widens his eyes and waves his arms. "I didn't mean that you're fat, though! I meant, you're sweet. So... kind likes kind, right?"

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"Of course I'm not fat," Primavera says, trying not to show irritation. "Dolls can't be fat. We mostly do stick to sweets though." And human blood..

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"Yeah, you keep saying that you're a doll. Is that like a veela? I bet it's like a veela." Ron takes several steps forward, and then turns back. "Um, do you want to go now?"

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Primavera frowns. "What's a veela? Is it something nice? Do you want to go to Hogsmeade right now? I have to find somewhere to put Iggy's, I mean my, perfume collection first."

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"Veelas are magical creatures who entrance a man when they dance, but then they turn into scary bird things that shoot fire if they're angry. Bill- that's my brother- Bill is marrying Fleur Delacour, and she's one quarter Veela. So are you? Part Veela, I mean? Or is that personal?"

Ron shakes his head. "We don't have to go right now. We could..." He takes a deep breath. "Make a date for it?"

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Primavera thinks. She's fairly sure the doll plague hasn't spread to this world, but veelas do sound doll-like... And there is the whole fire thing to consider ... "I don't know, maybe veelas are like this world's version of dolls. Maybe I'll learn more about it while I'm here. It's very nice that your brother is getting married," she adds, politely, although she thinks that maybe veelas can't be like dolls then, because a doll would never get married.

Ron is very, very funny, but Primavera doesn't let on. "A date?" She looks shyly from underneath lowered eyelashes. "No one's ever asked me out on a date before." No one that Kito didn't pre-arrange a contract for her to kill, anyway.

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"Yeah, I think Fleur's great! Hermione and Ginny didn't like her for some reason, but they came around." He leans in, as if sharing a secret. "I think they were just jealous."

Ron widens his eyes, and can't help but to laugh. "I find that hard to believe! Uh, not that you're a liar or anything. It's just surprising." He rubs the pants of his trousers with a moist hand. "I didn't really mean it as a date, though. Well, it could be. I wouldn't mind if it was. Would you?"

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