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Old 08-28-2013, 12:15 AM   #109 (permalink)
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Hogwarts RPG Name:
Fern Quimbley
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SPOILER!!: BIRTHDAY GIRL TALLULAH!
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HOGWARTS HOGWARTS HOGWARTS!!!

Tallulah was out of the car before her mum had even pulled up to the curb, jumping up and down excitedly.

She was FIIINALLY going to Hogwarts!

"Mum, Dad! Hurry up! Get my trunk out of the car PLEEEEASE!" Tallulah called, sticking her head into the drivers' seat window.

They were going to be LATE.

HMMF.



Ollie winced as he watched his daughter launch herself out of the car; Nancy mirroring his actions as she stopped the car. If she wasn't careful, they've be taking her to Mungo's, not into the train station.

Once parked, the man adjusted his ponytail and stepped out of the car. He gave his daughter a warning glance before opening the boot, revealing a purple trunk. "Calm it down a little, Tal. You're drawing attention to yourself."

Didn't need the muggles staring, really.



Nancy sighed, locking the car doors and joining her family at the side of the road. Her daughter was far too exciteable. Far more than she had been all summer.

She was going to miss seeing the glee on Tallulah's face, honestly.

"Come on, you. We've half an hour. Do you want to get something to drink before we go for the train?"



Tallulah stared at her mum, like she'd asked her to do something impossible, like fly.

"Pfft, no. Let's just goooooooo. Please?"

Grin.


Fern was standing in front of the station, surrounded by her family, all of them repeating the same advice and orders (except for Patty, who didn't speak in public) they'd been giving since her letter first arrived.

Myrtle Quimbley, her great-grandmother, "Mind your toad!"
Phillip Quimbley, her grandfather, "Pay attention in class!"
Gretchen Quimbley, her grandmother, "Eat your vegetables!"
Thomas Quimbley, her father, "I expect nothing but top grades!"
Carol Quimbley, her mother, "Remember your manners!"
Carl Quimbley, her uncle, "No dating! You're too young!"
Rhonda Clark, Carl's girlfriend, "Have fun!"

Then, after Fern had nodded and assured them countless times that she would uphold the Quimbley name (and stuck her tongue out at Uncle Carl for good measure, causing her mother to say, "FERN QUIMBLEY, MANNERS!"), they squashed her in a giant hug. Fern had known it was coming, but it didn't stop her from wanting to disappear with embarrassment.

After all, there were people around. And hugging was for 10-year-olds. For children, not tweens. Everyone knew that - everyone, except for, apparently, her family.

"You guys!" she whined, squirming to get free, "I think I hear Aunt and Uncle Palmer and Tallulah!"
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