Next Gen OC Multimuse

A multi-muse roleplay account for four Harry Potter Next Gen Original Characters: Mei Zhang Freitas, Suellen Howell, Imogen Finch-Fletchley, and Vaisey. This is a sideblog of nickyrp and thus cannot follow back. Please read the rules and muse bios for more information.

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Cadging Classnotes

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Rose cringed. She wasn’t an easily offended girl, but she hated that nickname. Although, realistically, she knew that it could be much worse. After all, when your family was frequently splashed across the pages of the Daily Prophet, jealous or ignorant people could come up with all sorts of things to call you.

At least Suellen didn’t mention her hair.

“Erm, yes,” she said, mostly just surprised that Suellen knew the Gryffindor class schedule. “We had it this morning.”

She came to a stop, resting her school bag on a nearby bench while she sifted through to find her notes. “I did, actually. I knew that Scor would be in hospital, and so I had to actually force myself to pay attention.”

She grinned sheepishly as she handed them over. “They’re probably not the best, but they’ll get you through, I suspect. It’s not the easiest class to stay awake through at nine in the morning. I’m usually still half asleep at that time, anyway.”

Truthfully, she’d like to be fully asleep at that time, but that wasn’t really an option on school days.

Suellen had forgotten how fast the Hogwarts gossip mill traveled -- especially when Weasleys were involved. Of course Rose would have heard about the stupid fracas that had resulted in so many stray (and not-so-stray) hexes in the Slytherin Dunegon early this morning. Since said speedy gossip had resulted in Rose having -- and willingly offering -- exactly what Suellen needed, she decided not to gripe about it this time.

“Brilliant,” she sound, knowing she probably sounded thoroughly caught-off-guard but unable to do anything to counter it as she currently felt thoroughly caught-off-guard. She’d been expecting the other witch to put up more of a fight -- but then, she wasn’t Scorpius Malfoy, consonantly needling everyone (especially everyone related to Albus) around him out of some weird ego-compulsion. Rose didn’t have any reason to have a grudge against her, at least not beyond their position as Quidditch competitors.

“Thanks,” Suellen added belatedly as she stuffed the notes into her schoolbag for later copying and distribution. She’d have to find a way to get them back to Rose later (borrowing notes from someone in a different how was so much more tedious than borrowing off one’s housemates, Suellen realized) but decided just as quickly that that task could probably be foisted off on Albus. He’d owe her for his copy of the notes, anyway.

Feeling like she ought to say something more -- make some kind of gesture in response to Rose’s obliging offer of notes to share -- Suellen added wryly, “I don’t know that I’d try to stay awake in History of Magic at any time of the day if it weren’t for the fact that Sarah kicks my ankles if I snore.” Scorpius found her napping through tedious lectures even more offensive of course, but Suellen didn’t have any problem annoying him. “Regardless, I’m certainly not paying attention!”

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“Oi, Grangwea!” Suellen shouted. She knew the other girl hated that nickname, but for once she wasn’t using it solely to bait Rose; Suellen just wanted her attention and since that was what she called Rose in her head most of the time, that was what came out of her mouth as she yelled down the grand staircase after the obscenely tall redhead. She didn’t even realize what she’d said as she trotted to catch up to the other’s longer legs and head start.

“You lot already had History of Magic today, right?” Thanks to too much time spent in the company of Scorpius Malfoy and Albus Potter, Suellen had a better-than-she-wanted memory for the Gryffindors’ class schedule. “You happen to take notes?”

Suellen never took notes in History. She rarely lifted her head off her desk in that class, and then it was usually only so she could either stare at the ceiling or out the nearest window. And usually that wasn’t a problem because she could get notes from Sarah or Scorpius, both of whom paid far more attention to Professor Binns than he deserved -- but at the both of Suellen’s regular swots were still in the Hospital Wing being disenchanted and that meant Suellen needed a new source for her notes...and more importantly, for the notes that she knew said swots would demand of her the moment they could speak again without spewing bubbles or vomiting slugs.

From what Suellen had observed in a friend-of-my-friends sort of way, Rose Granger-Weasley wasn’t anywhere near the level of swot of either Sarah or Scorpius, but she did fit the category -- and hopefully that meant she would have history notes that Suellen could bribe or bully her into sharing.

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 ❝ i meet your dad yesterday…. ❞  voice pointient & building up to something, yet body was casual as she keept on prepering the food for dinner.  chou let it sit in the air for a moment both to figure out what she was saying & also ready her daughter for the subject they were going to talk about 

❝ ———— when was the last time you called him ? ❞  lifting her eyes from the the cutting board & stared right into mei’s eyes. 

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Mei dragged her attention away from the textbook in front of her when her mother’s voice broke the comfortable kitchen silence, but it was the words and not sound that made her freeze, tension gripping her shoulders and stiffening her knuckles against the page. She held her breath through the pause (it couldn’t have been as long a pause as it felt to Mei; they would have both died of old age if it had lasted as long as it felt) and forced herself to lift her eyes and meet her mum’s.

“Dunno,” said Mei, knowing that she sounded sullen but unable to do anything about it. A noncommittal mumble wouldn’t be good enough for her mother, though, so she added, “Maybe a week ago?” It had been longer than that, but since Mei didn’t know exactly how long it had been she figured it wasn’t technically a lie to offer a bad guess. “I’ve been busy prepping for N.E.W.T.s, mum, I don’t have time for a lot of chit-chat this summer,” she continued in a voice that was more of a whine than a statement. She followed it with a quick barb: “And it’s not like dad can help me with studying, is it?”

That wasn’t fair. But was it fair for Chou to throw Mei’s father in her face like this without warning? It wasn’t Mei who had chosen to marry (and divorce) a Muggle...

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Of course certain things about magical fashion always stay the same: the use of green and purple clothing to mark oneself as a wix when out among the Muggle, for example. But even in the old-fashioned Wizarding World fashions are continually changing and evolving.

While every year sees a greater influx of Muggle-influence to the fashions worn by Wizarding society, the chief fashions of the Wizarding World remain distinctly separate. Robes are still worn in all professional environments, whether as specific uniforms or simply as proper business or formal-wear; no one would dream of walking into the Ministry of Magic in nothing but denims and blazers, nor would anyone doing so be taken seriously. While many commercial environments are slightly more relaxed, anyone who wants to be seen as a serious professional will certainly make sure that they are dressed like one whenever engaged in business activities or any other sort of professional endeavor.

Younger members of the Wizarding World – those who have recently graduated Hogwarts School – who wish to make a splash have begun to incorporate some more “Muggle-ish” elements into their fashions, and robes that end just below the knee in front and scoop to the calves in back, exposing legs often clad in stylish boots, are beginning to be seen on the streets of Wizarding Britain, particularly in the bigger towns and cities. It is considered risque dress and is frowned upon by the stodgier members of society, which of course is exactly what the young fashionistas are looking for. Such fashion-rebellion is nothing new; during the First Wizarding War for example many of the younger opponents of Voldemort’s ideals adopted the “Muggle mini-skirt” into their fashion, exposing quite a bit more of their legs – usually clad in bright-colored tights or leggings admittedly – than these new slanted-cut robes reveal. The Second Wizarding War did not last long enough for it to make much of a direct impact on fashion, but even then “Muggle styles” were often sported by those who wanted to visibly declare their disenchantment with Voldemort’s policies and those of his Ministry while those who approved of blood-supremacist ideals turned to more old-fashioned styles of robes.

At the moment there is little politicization of fashion, but with the increasing backlash against half-breeds that could soon change.

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