hg_parvati (hg_parvati) wrote in hallowed_ground, @ 2009-03-20 01:45:00 |
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Entry tags: | 1997: november, npc: family, npc: student, padma patil, place: hogwarts |
Date: 12 November 1997
Characters: Parvati Patil, Padma Patil
Location: Hogwarts; outside of Potions after class
Private/semi-private/public: Semi-private
Summary: Even when the opportunities to talk are thin on the ground, a sister still sees things
Status: Beginning
Parvati was incredibly fond of Fridays, even if the mornings were filled with lessons entirely devoted to prejudice and propaganda that would make her mother's face flame. Having a free day once released allowed her the notion of a long weekend, every weekend, and while they had yet to turn out to be the vacation she had hoped for, they still provided the opportunity to sit outside a sister's classroom and wait for whatever smells came with her.
It wasn't like the warm, wet, earthy fragrances of Dadi's greenhouses, or even the plants that accompanied the soils. Parvati had always been slightly nauseated by the smell - pungent yet sterile - that had permeated the dim, dungeon classroom in nearly all of her lessons with then Professor Snape. Now to bide the time and perhaps later clear the air, Parvati had been conjuring individual flowers while she waited. They weren't as fragrant as the real thing or as vibrant, and their beauty withered so quickly after their arrival in the land of being, but she appreciated them all the same and by the time the door did open, prompting her to scramble to her satin slippered feet, Parvati had a fine bouquet to offer contrast with her opening message.
"Hey, you know, you can't start seeing a Gorah too, otherwise Mama will get on my case about all the nice boys who aren't English again."