Daisy Yvette Dursley (
letstryagain) wrote2018-04-15 02:22 pm
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"Yes, dad. I have everything. Mum went through my trunks several times to be sure," Daisy was saying as she got out of her dads car, pulling her school trunk out with her and setting the cage with her personal owl on top very carefully. Apparently, it wasn't carefully enough for one Jareth the Goblin King because there's a hiss and a nip at her hand and Daisy sighs as her dad shoots the owl a glare, reaching for her hand to check it.
"I'm fine, dad. Honestly. Jareth missed. I'll still be able to write home. Anyway, you're going to be late and should probably head to work. Mum's already on the platform and Declan is waiting."
Dudley Dursley gets out of the car and wraps her up in a hug, holding her tight. Daisy, obviously, is going to hug back, giving her dad a grin and nudging him back to the car with a faked exasperated sigh and an "Oh, my God. You're the most embarrassing Muggle on the planet."
With that, and with some I love you's sent from one to the other, Daisy picks up her stuff and sets it on a waiting trolley, heading inside to Kings Cross.
It's already maddeningly crowded with students from school, and she hasn't even crossed the barrier yet. So the brown haired girl with the vibrant blue eyes tugs at the hem of her Five Night's at Freddy's t-shirt that hugged her frame a bit more than it did last year, absently reaching for the cellphone she's had to leave at home and groaning once she remembers.
Right. The one thing that sucks about Hogwarts. She can't shoot Declan a text to let him know where she is.
Jareth hoots softly, the owls attempt to let her know it'll be fine. For a curmudgeony shit, he could also show some concern for his human.
"We'll find him. We always do. If not here, then on the train." It's about then that she thinks she hears someone call her name. Is it Dec? Another student from school? With the chaos and the din, she can't tell. But she's sure as hell looking around for the source, eager to see whoever it is.
"I'm fine, dad. Honestly. Jareth missed. I'll still be able to write home. Anyway, you're going to be late and should probably head to work. Mum's already on the platform and Declan is waiting."
Dudley Dursley gets out of the car and wraps her up in a hug, holding her tight. Daisy, obviously, is going to hug back, giving her dad a grin and nudging him back to the car with a faked exasperated sigh and an "Oh, my God. You're the most embarrassing Muggle on the planet."
With that, and with some I love you's sent from one to the other, Daisy picks up her stuff and sets it on a waiting trolley, heading inside to Kings Cross.
It's already maddeningly crowded with students from school, and she hasn't even crossed the barrier yet. So the brown haired girl with the vibrant blue eyes tugs at the hem of her Five Night's at Freddy's t-shirt that hugged her frame a bit more than it did last year, absently reaching for the cellphone she's had to leave at home and groaning once she remembers.
Right. The one thing that sucks about Hogwarts. She can't shoot Declan a text to let him know where she is.
Jareth hoots softly, the owls attempt to let her know it'll be fine. For a curmudgeony shit, he could also show some concern for his human.
"We'll find him. We always do. If not here, then on the train." It's about then that she thinks she hears someone call her name. Is it Dec? Another student from school? With the chaos and the din, she can't tell. But she's sure as hell looking around for the source, eager to see whoever it is.
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"I don't like you going by yourself." Megan Bridgeport tells her youngest, huffing. She doesn't like that she can't cross the barrier to see him off on the train to his wizarding school. She crosses her arms. "And you're going to be gone so long, and all I'll have is an owl to assure me you're okay." Really, what school doesn't allow email? Or a phone call? Or portables??
Declan smiles and wraps his arms around his now-shorter mother. "I'll be okay, mum. The worst that will happen is Dais kicking me in the shin." He promises her. On top of his school trunk, his cat, Midnight, lets out a cry. "Alright, Midnight, we're going." He promises the cat. "I promise, Mum, it'll be okay."
She sighs and hugs him tight. "You've got your money, right? And you packed your physics book? I can send you the latest one in a month, after Amazon delivers it."
He nods, absently, taking his messenger bag and putting that over his head. "Thanks mum. I'd better go." Another hug and a few promises to write with Jareth delivering the letters, and he disappears into the station. He wishes he had his portable to text Dais, but no, the school doesn't allow them, and they don't work in Hogwarts anyway.
"Come on Midnight." He says, running through the barrier at Platform 9 3/4. The cat hisses, not liking the magical barrier one bit. But, she settles down once the clamoring and loud noises of the platform surrounds them. He's not far from the barrier when he sees a familiar brunette. "Dais!" He calls, pushing his trolley over to her. "Hey Dais, how horrible was... woah." She does not look like she did when she went to America. Not at all.
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For savis/Norah Dursley
Now, it was time to find her mother and say hello. They hadn't seen each other since breakfast at home that morning, mother having to leave early to get to school on time. And Dudley had been the one to drive Daisy to Kings Cross, so now there was a fifteen year old girl, knocking on the door to her mothers office and checking her watch. Was she on time?
Yes...yes, she was. Good. Her mother would know who it was, then.
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