open RP: Primavera is annoyed, reprise. (enabling)

[missprimavera.livejournal.com]

When Primavera gets truly annoyed, she doesn't want to be anywhere near Hufflepuff. Morfin might try to cheer her up, and that would annoy her even more. So, just as the last time she was very annoyed, she wanders off.

She finds a windowseat that is either the same one she'd resorted to before, or a very similar one, and sits down with her skirts flounced around her and her traincase of perfume oils in front of her, dabbling idly as she looks out the window onto the grounds, watching the leaves dapple the lawn in the afternoon sunlight.

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[peachykeendeath.livejournal.com]

Death's been wandering the grounds a bit, pretending she's mortal. The scent of Primavera's oils wafts over to her, and she goes over to investigate.

"Hi there," she says cheerfully. "We're in the same house, but I don't believe we've met yet. I'm Death. That's a very pretty scent!"

[missprimavera.livejournal.com]

Primavera looks up languidly. "I'm Primavera Bobinski. So you're a Hufflepuff too? Well, you have the looks for it." She smiles.

[peachykeendeath.livejournal.com]

Death grinned. "If it were all looks, Abby would be here. Reputation, perhaps, plays a role?" She quirks an eyebrow. "I actually do know you, in a way. We've seen each other before, when I was acting in my professional capacity. It's understandable if you don't remember, though, considering all that's happened since."

[lilypotter60.livejournal.com]

Lily was wandering the grounds when she smelled something...intoxicating. She made her way over to the smell, finally finding a young woman sitting on a windowsill.

"Hello," she smiled. "I'm Lily. I don't believe we've met?"

[missprimavera.livejournal.com]

Primavera looks up and smiles back. "I'm Primavera, and I'm a Hufflepuff." She wasn't at Lily's Sorting and doesn't know the young woman by reputation. "I don't think we've met either. I'd remember your hair. I haven't been to any classes yet ..." She shrugs.

[lilypotter60.livejournal.com]

"Lovely to meet you Primavera. I'm in Ravenclaw, myself." Her eyes are drawn to the case of perfumes. "So you're the one that's letting all the brilliant smells out," she grinned. "What are you wearing now?"

[nopower-overme.livejournal.com]

Lured as many others were likely to be, Sarah caught the smells and moved toward their source. When the window and the girl came into sight, Sarah hesitated briefly and then approached.

"I hope I'm not bothering you," she began, giving the girl a smile, "but I had to come and ask what smelled so wonderful." Her eyes dropped to the case and then went back to the girl. "I'm Sarah."

[missprimavera.livejournal.com]

Primavera looked up curiously. "I'm Primavera Bobinski. Hufflepuff. This is my perfume collection." She swept one white hand in a quasi-welcoming gesture toward the opposite half of the windowseat, the other side of the perfume box. "They're Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab. I think the box really smells like a bit of each of them, so you'll probably have to smell a lot of bottles before you figure out which one was catching your attention..."

[nopower-overme.livejournal.com]

"It's nice to meet you Primavera, I'm in Gryffindor," Sarah said as she took the spot Primavera had indicated, looking curiously at the box. Several smells pricked her senses, one familiar thought she could not pick it out enough to be certain. She listened to the girl explain and then nodded, interest perking. "Would it be alright with you if I did smell a few?" Actually, she wanted to smell them all, but did not want to appear rude.

[conriocht.livejournal.com]

It was Remus's first trip out of bed since the full moon, a short walk around the castle hallways. Too tired to dress like a proper professor, he had put on jeans and an old T-shirt, not caring that the short sleeves exposed the numerous bite marks on his arms.

He had been shuffling feebly about for about ten minutes when he smelled something that reminded him of the scent that Stephen wore, and the perfume that Gogo had let him sniff. Seeing Primavera in her windowseat, he wandered over. "Hello, ah... Primavera, is it? What's all this, then?"

[missprimavera.livejournal.com]

Primavera looked up curiously. She remembered him from her Sorting: "Hello, Professor Lupin." She also remembered a bit of what he'd told her about his health condition, and refrained from remarking on his appearance.

"It's my perfume collection," she explained. "It's all from Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab, or almost all of it anyway."

[conriocht.livejournal.com]

"Oh, right, Gogo-san told me about your perfumes." He looked at the bottles with interest. "She said my girlfriend might like it if I wore some. I said that wearing perfume didn't seem very manly, but I know at least a few of the blokes around here wear this stuff..." He remembered how nice Stephen always smelled, and wondered which one of these he wore.

"Do you have any recommendations, then?"

[dib-worm.livejournal.com]

"Primavera!"

Dib stops dead in the hall, peeking around the HUGE stack of old and dusty-looking grimoires clutched in his hands, and blinks repeatedly. "..."

He moves over and smiles shyly and awkwardly. "... Hey."

[missprimavera.livejournal.com]

Primavera sees the moving pile of books first, but she'd know Dib's scent anywhere, even through the haze of BPAL rising from the traincase.

She is exactly the same as she was the day she bit him -- that is to say, she's back at age 15, looking considerably more composed (and more innocent) than the glitchy-aged-up!Primavera he would have become accustomed to seeing (and seeking out) before his Hogsmeade getaway.

"Hi," she says, simply. She knew he'd be back.

[dib-worm.livejournal.com]

While Dib's still hovering at the low end of 17, thanks to Professor Maturin's revision of the age potion. He notes the large crowd floating about Primavera, and coughs softly (also because he just got a lungful of dust off the top layer of the tomes).

His wrist starts -aching- too, much more -powerfully-, at the sight of the pretty doll. He grits his teeth, a thin sweat rising on his brow. No.

"Uhm... y'know, you look kinda busy. I can... come back later...?" He doesn't sound all that certain, though.

[blue-ataru.livejournal.com]

Aayla wanders around trying to familiarize herself with the campus, when she sees an unfamiliar girl. Being social is good, she reminds herself. "Hi. Smells nice around here."

[missprimavera.livejournal.com]

"It's my perfume collection," says Primavera. She likes the way this woman carries herself -- competent, graceful. She obviously knows how to fight, and that gets respect from Prima.

"It's all from Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab. I don't mind if you want to sniff at some of them. The box smells like all of them mixed together really, so you can't get a good idea just from what you've picked up so far."

[tommypinballwiz.livejournal.com]

Tommy had smelt the perfumes wafting around the castle. They weren't like anything he'd smelled before. He decided to take a wander around the castle to try an find the scents. Closing his eyes, he wandered blindly down the hallways following the scent until he found the place where it was strongest.

Bumping into the case, Tommy opened his eyes and looked at the girl sitting at the window. "I beg your parden. I could smell you a long way away."

[missprimavera.livejournal.com]

Primavera looked up, surprised by the quasi-collision but not offended by the observation on scent. "It's my perfume collection," she explained. "I'm Primavera. Hufflepuff. And you?"

[hot-german.livejournal.com]

Dieter (wearing clothes, for once) came around the corner to find Primavera at her perch. "Ah. So it is a pretty girl who is the source of the pretty smell."

[missprimavera.livejournal.com]

Primavera basks in the attention. "It's my perfume collection," she says, pointing to the open traincase. "It's Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab. And I'm Primavera Bobinski. I don't think we've met."

[manriki-chan.livejournal.com]

"There you are, Prima-chan!" Gogo smiled and sat herself down on the windowseat, not bothering to wait for an invitation. "I knew you had to be had to be around here somewhere - I smelled the perfume coming back from the library." She peered around at the various people milling about, and giggled. "You're trying to get all of Hogwarts addicted, aren't you?"

[missprimavera.livejournal.com]

Primavera giggled. "It looks that way, doesn't it?"

[whosneverbeen.livejournal.com]

Crowds aren't really Luna's thing. It would be an exaggeration to say she was phobic, but not a very large one. But she doesn't know any of these people. Strangers aren't as intimidating, somehow. At least, that's how it is for her.

And something smells thoroughly intruiging. A pretty girl (one of the new Hufflepuffs? Luna's not certain) is at the center of the little whorl of activity, holding out small bottles and tinier vials. Something to engage Luna's curiousity, and while crowds may not be Luna's thing, curiousity certainly is.

She stands politely to one side, observing intently.

[missprimavera.livejournal.com]

Primavera's keen eyes (doll vision very acute indeed) catch a flicker of movement on the periphery: a new arrival. A shy one. Everyone is sniffing things that Prima has handed them, and they hardly notice when she slinks right out from under their (busy) noses with her traincase, joining Luna. "I'm Primavera," she says. "I don't know you yet."