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astrocat · Yesterday, 11:09 PM

SPOILER!!: Quinn!!

While Ashley was quite invested in her work and in her thoughts, she wasn't so distracted that she didn't hear her name being called. What was interesting, though, was that the voice was both familiar and strange. Obviously someone must know her personally, because she wasn't yet the sort of artist and writer that many strangers recognized on the street... but it was not a voice she'd heard in a long time. And yet somehow, she associated it with positive feelings.

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"Quinn?" Ash looked up, almost unsure that they were real. They were so... grown up! They were so... adult! But she could still recognize them immediately. She never forgot a friend's eyes (or the rest of their face), never ever. Setting her work down on the bench, she jumped up (read: got up carefully and gingerly in a way that her healers would most likely appreciate) and held her arms out for them. "I thought I'd never see you again." But she was so, so glad that she did, because she'd heard nothing for years, and sometimes she worried. At some point she'd made peace with the idea that they weren't coming back, but she was a big worrier when it came to her friends. Not knowing where they were or if they were safe was truly the worst feeling. "I never forgot about you, you know."

Yesterday, 11:09 PM	#83 (permalink)
astrocat Puffskein Join Date: Jul 2020 Location: New York City Posts: 2,141 Hogwarts RPG Name: Brandon Fox Hufflepuff Seventh Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Phoebe Calypso [s]Dupont[/s] Slytherin Fifth Year	Which came first, the phoenix or the flame? SPOILER!!: Quinn!! Quote: Originally Posted by NiallNIP Quinn had been having fairly frequent outings to Diagon Alley recently. Good for a bit of destressing from the whole...everything, really. Their homecoming was going better than they thought in some ways and much, much worse in others. They had been home for over a year now, and it was at once comforting and painful. C'est la vie. They were walking down the street, just taking a moment for themself, when they thought they recognized someone on one of the benches. As they approached they squinted a bit, trying to make out if they were wrong, and then realized they weren't. They stopped a couple feet away from the bench, not wanting to run up for a hug on the off chance they were mistaken. "Ash?" While Ashley was quite invested in her work and in her thoughts, she wasn't so distracted that she didn't hear her name being called. What was interesting, though, was that the voice was both familiar and strange. Obviously someone must know her personally, because she wasn't yet the sort of artist and writer that many strangers recognized on the street... but it was not a voice she'd heard in a long time. And yet somehow, she associated it with positive feelings. ... "Quinn?" Ash looked up, almost unsure that they were real. They were so... grown up! They were so... adult! But she could still recognize them immediately. She never forgot a friend's eyes (or the rest of their face), never ever. Setting her work down on the bench, she jumped up (read: got up carefully and gingerly in a way that her healers would most likely appreciate) and held her arms out for them. "I thought I'd never see you again." But she was so, so glad that she did, because she'd heard nothing for years, and sometimes she worried. At some point she'd made peace with the idea that they weren't coming back, but she was a big worrier when it came to her friends. Not knowing where they were or if they were safe was truly the worst feeling. "I never forgot about you, you know."