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Who: Heidi Macavoy and Tracey Davis
What: Heidi and Tracey have a much needed break…
When: Friday, April 12th. 9:00am
Where: Hogwarts, to start, then, the Macavoy estate.
Rating: PG-13, for now.
Finally! The day had come, spring break. Heidi was ecstatic, with all the drama that had been going on recently, she looked forward to being able to get away back to Ireland and her house with Tracey and have it all to themselves for the week.
Walking to meet Tracey outside the gates of Hogwarts, where many other students were so they could all go wherever need be, she carried her bag of everything she wasn't leaving here on one shoulder and propped her broom against the other. She wore a Harpies t-shirt and her worn in jeans with a pair of black sneakers and a smile.
Seeing Tracey, she waved to her and went to her side. "Hey." she said with a grin, standing kind of awkward, even though Tracey was out now, she still wasn't sure what her stance on public displays of affection were. "You ready? I have a portkey." She explained, holding out a key. Her parents had given her one after, when she was a child, she had a bad experience with floo powder, a fear which she had overcome, but still used the portkey just out of convenience.
"When I count to three, grab it." she said. "Ready? One...two...three!"
After the swirling ride the portkey sent them on, they finally came down to their destination; Macavoy estate. Well, the outside gate at least, a large structure with an elegant "M" on it that doubled as a protective barrier to any muggles. Saying a special spell, the gate opened. Heidi turned and smiled to Tracey and took her hand as she lead her inside.
Inside the gates was a front yard of a circular path of elegant gravel that lead to the double doors and a fountain. behind it was a huge, classic mansion with ivy up one side. Surrounding either side and back were aches and aches of green lands and valleys. In the distance to one side, you could see the ocean off a cliff.
"Welcome to the Macavoy estate." Heidi said softly, wrapping her arm around Tracey's waist. |