astoria malfoy (astronomically) wrote in lockewood, @ 2010-12-20 16:48:00 |
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Entry tags: | astoria malfoy, zacharias smith |
Who: Astoria Malfoy and Zacharias Smith
When: Monday evening
Where: Quills St
What: Astoria can't win, apparently.
Status: Incomplete
Is that an Augurey nesting in your hair?
Astoria looked up from her front porch, wondering if her ears were playing tricks on her. It had sounded as if the comment had been directed at her, but that couldn't be. For starters, her hair was perfectly coiffed, as always. Secondly, no one in their right mind would speak so rudely to her.
Oh, that's your face!
She spun, wand in hand.
The heckling and taunting and laughing continued, but Astoria couldn't pinpoint where it was coming from. Storming off her porch, she realized it was coming from the side of her house. There was no one there. Normally, she might not have blindly gone after an incorporeal voice — at least, not without thinking it through — but the last few days had worn on her nerves, and she was in no mood for some twit's idea of fun. Rita Skeeter, whatever she was doing, could shove it right up her—
"Reducto!" She snapped, only to blink when the mistletoe was left unharmed. The bushes behind it didn't fare quite as well.
That had been nearly an hour ago, nearly twenty-three spells ago (including some spells she wouldn't admit to knowing, let alone casting), and Astoria was still glaring up at the mistletoe. Except that now, her glare was more sullen than furious. It had stopped mocking her, thankfully, but she was no closer to destroying it — and she couldn't get out from underneath it either.