(1941-06-22) Interesting Plans
Details for Interesting Plans
Summary: A brief chat about everyone's plans for summer.. and Slytherin's plans for Abbott?
Date: June 22nd, 1941
Location: Club Room, Hogwarts Castle
Related: The Awkward Table
Characters
AntoninMorrowLucindaViolet

With the last meeting of the Arts Club over - coincidentally right as the balmy summer warmth outside gives way to a light rain - the Club Room has quieted down considerably. Morrow Selwyn and Harriet Blishwick remain, the latter chattering on endlessly about her recent date with one Anson Abbott. Isn't that the one who..? Yeah. Idly using her wand to move some of the larger props into the applicable waiting cupboard, the Ravenclaw is half-listening; a 'patience of a saint' expression adorning her features as she 'hmms' and nods at intervals toward the curvy blonde.

"..and then I only went and spilled his drink in his lap.. he was ever so nice about it. Ooh, do you think we'll see him over the summer, Morrow? Do you? He's awfully good-lookin', isn't he. He says he wants to make Quidditch Captain. I hope he does.."

"Abbot?" The voice comes from seemingly nowhere, but it is soon to be revealed to be Lucinda Slughorn. The blonde girl dancing to a tune in her head grins as she looks over at Morrow and Harriet. "You /still/ going on about him?" She smirks a bit as she comes to a stop, her dress swishing just a bit. "I mean, c'mon, you coulda done way better than him, Morrow." Like herself, for example, no one better to date! She wets her lips and looks over at the stunning Ravenclaw. "So, you want to see him, Selwyn?" She's only half-joking, pretending to be intimidating while teasing her.

"Pure-blood, Quidditch player, old money, powerful family.." Morrow coolly counts off these redeeming qualities; keeping her eyes on a heavy plywood base-box as it levitates smoothly across the floor and slides into the cupboard. "Oh yes, dreadful choice." Only once she's done does she glance toward the Slytherin with a smirk tugging at the corner of her lips. "It was a good idea at the time." Truth be told, the brunette rarely does anything without a reason… it just sometimes takes a while for plans to come to fruition, doesn't it?

Harriet, on the other hand, looks downright outraged, glaring balefully at Lucinda from where she stands, the aged and dogeared papers now bundled in her arms. She doesn't venture a retort, though.

Glancing back and down as she feels an odd tugging from beneath the heel of a Mary-Jane, Morrow blinks once and then relents to a soft smile. "Hello, Violet. Sorry…" She lifts her foot and turns to better face her younger housemate. "..didn't see it there." No leotard for Morrow, thank you. She's attired in a pared=down version of her uniform for the time being; foregoing her cardigan in favour of her blouse and tie, to keep cool. It's getting awfully warm in here, what with all these excitable folks dancing and hopping about!

"Everything we do seems like a good idea at the time, dear." Lucinda leans against the wall and looks into Morrow's eyes. "I heard some of the Slytherins had something planned for Abbot, as it happens. Not that I care, but it sounded like they're going to have fun." Her eyes gleam and she flashes a glance at Harriet, winking at her before she looks back at Morrow. "You look lovely today, by the way, especially so. Is it the summer?" Biting her lower lip, the blonde looks over at Violet, luckily she's pureblood, so her reaction is largely 'cute', "Oh, hello Urquart, how are you doing today? Your dancing is definitely improving." The compliment is genuine, dancing is one of the things she actually cares about.

"Alright, Morrow," Violet greets her housemate with a bright smile. When the foot is lifted, she's apologizing, "Not at all, I shouldnae left it layin' about an' all." Her Scottish accent is strong but understood without too much thinking about it for most. "Didn't scuff yer shoes, did it?" Her eyes go down, concerned, but snap right back up again and to Lucinda. "Alright, Slughorn." She doesn't greet the Slytherin by first name, it being too familiar, and there's a blush at the compliment. "Ta! Never be as good as my swimmin', but it's loads of fun." She fluffs lightly at her tutu, then looks toward the silent and perhaps slightly glowering Harriet. Since she's not been spoken to first, that one gets just a flash of bright smile. Then she blurts in general, "Plannin' for summer then?"

Having heard voices coming from the club room as he was passing along the corridor outside, Antonin walks toward the door and peers inside with his dark features arranged in their typical condescending and predatory fashion. Upon seeing who all is present, however, his face slides into a touch less threatening orientation and he says, "Good Afternoon Slughorn, Selwyn…" here his eyes shift toward Violet and he says, "Urquart?" Quite the trio we have here.

"Is that right?" replies Selwyn, arching a slender brow with a vague smile at Lucinda for the gossip. "Well, if that non-incident in the Three Broomsticks is anything to go by, it's probably not as bad as you might imagine." A shrug of her shoulders, a flick of her wand and the cupboard door closes for the last time this term. In the background, Harriet narrows her eyes at the grinning Slytherin, but then shifts her attention to Violet, managing to muster a wan smile. Didn't Urquart overhear that lanky blonde besmirching the name of her beloved??

"Thank you" Morrow accepts the compliment with a more genuine curve playing about her lips - she does love a bit of flattery, after all. "I suppose it might be… though usually sunshine just means more freckles." She wrinkles her nose, drawing notice to the dusting of them faintly present there, then she too looks to Violet. "Apprenticeship. Theatre. Nothing overly brilliant, sadly. What about you? Will you be coming to the Academy or have you plans with your family?" Flitting a glance toward Antonin, Morrow flashes him a smile and an upnod of greeting, but doesn't reply quite yet, being already in conversation.

"I'll be going to the Theatre too this summer," Lucinda says to Violet, which Morrow already no doubt knows, "I'm sure you can pick up some dancing there if you wanted to." She smiles at the leotarded girl. "You're not bad, I think you just need someone to show you how to do it properly." Then she looks over at Antonin, "Afternoon, Dolohov, all is well, I hope." Her eyes flick back to Morrow, I mean, have you SEEN her?

Antonin continues to examine Violet with mild surprise as she responds in such a friendly fashion to him, likely that is something not many people do in reference to the misunderstood and falsly accused bully of Slytherin. He shrugs his shoulders and says, "I will be returning home, and possibly going on vacation with my family. Likely Egypt again, or possibly even to the Americas. We won't stay for long, though, and I will be back home. I have to make it to Quidditch Camp, afterall."

"Fair enough." Morrow reaches out and seeks to tweak a lock of Violet's hair. "Still, keep up the practise! And yes, you should come and see the show. I'm sure your parents would enjoy it, too. It'll be a grand social occasion." Goodness, all this talk of camps… don't people know what holidays are for?

Feeling eyes upon her, the older of the two Ravenclaws flits a glance aside at Lucinda, regarding her thoughtfully for a long moment before she speaks up. "..maybe you should consider being an additional aide, of sorts, for the up and comng dancers, next term?" Not her, of course. As if Morrow needs extra tuition. For shame! And, in turn, she looks to poor misunderstood Dolohov. And that smile is back. She knows who he fancieees… but there's no smugness in her expression. She must be in a charitable mood. "All go for you, then, by the sounds of it." She's.. not mocking him. What's going on?

Violet's eyes widen, brows going up at Antonin's summer plans, "Egypt! Aye, that's well exotic then, how lovely. I'll jus' be spendin' my time keepin' Nessie company, an' yeh'll be goin' off an' travelin' th' world." She laughs, as if delighted by the contrast, or perhaps it's by the tug to one bouncy curl that has her looking right back to Morrow. "I'll ask Mum t'keep watch for me, so I don't miss it. She loves the theater, so I know she'll take me." Her excitement shows in the restless hands, repeatedly fluffing at her tutu, which needs absolutely no extra fluffing at all. Her outfit emphasizes, a bit, her lingering chubbiness, but she seems not the least bit concerned. "I just know yeh'll be amazin'," she adds, including both of the older girls in the comment.

Antonin looks to Morrow as she speaks and nods his head before saying in a voice that makes it sound quite normal, "Yes, it will be quite fun. Last time we got to explore some old pyramids, what aren't still blocked off by ancient curses." He is pleasant enough with Morrow, as much as the young Dolohov ever is. Taking in the three girls, Antonin says, "I suppose that WADA and the Creature camp are weighing pretty highly on your minds. I think I would rather be able to have a bit of fun on my summer. Me and a few of the other Slytherin are planning to get together quite often."

"Yeah? Me and Walburga were planning on going to Central America for a trip, and I might go to France at some point." Well, if she /can/ get to France, that is. The blonde Slytherin smiles at the boy. "I want to spend my whole summer outside, but I doubt that'd be all that possible." With a chuckle, she says to Morrow, "We should go somewhere over summer, Selwyn, would be fun."
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"Well, obviously." Morrow grins down at Violet, mischief in the vibrant blue of her eyes. As if there's any question that they'll be spectacular! But she shan't harp on about it. It's pretty self-explanatory. Nodding with at least passable interest at Antonin's plans. "Is that part of the excitement? I expect Oberon would leap at the chance to try his hand at some ancient curses…" Well, who wouldn't? Doesn't that sound like a dreamy holiday?

"It's always pleasant to catch up with one's friends outside of Hogwarts." she agrees, mildly, before Lucinda draws her attention. Absently retucking a shirt-cuff where she has it rolled up to her elbow, the brunette arches her brows with a soft chuckle, low in her throat. "Fine chance, between WADA and my 'job'." She uses the term loosely. Faffing about with fine gowns and robes is hardly going to be taxing.

With a bright but somehow vague smile on her lips, Violet follows the conversation as it seems to flow more toward much grander summer holiday plans than her own. Despite being from a pure-blood family, they're more of a simple kind of people than a lot of the other families. "It just all sounds so excitin'," she says again. "I was thinkin'…" she starts, but her name is called from the door, and she turns at once to locate the source. "Gladdy! Be right there!" She looks back to her present company. "Only I've told Gladys that I'd help her with packin', so I'll be gettin' along. If I don't see yahs, hope yer summers are grand!" She swings her robe on over her shoulders, tucking her arms through the sleeves to cover her dance costume as she makes her way toward the door after a last smile all around.

"It does, doesn't it. I think I'm at risk of becoming boring." Morrow agrees with Violet in a not very subtle aside, folding her arms casually and looking between the Slytherins, mock wistful. And then the youngster's being called away, and Harriet is fidgeting by her other shoulder. "Harriet, if you continue to follow him around like a puppy, he's going to get sick of it." The brunette offers this advice without even looking round at Blishwick, keeping her glacial eyes on the departing dancer and raising a hand to waggle fingers in farewell. Only then does her friend get her attention fully. "If you'd like to go to dinner, however, and not moon over him the entire time, then yes, I'm coming." Apparently she can read this one like a book - a rosy hue warms Harriet's round cheeks and, after a moment of grasping for a witty response, she just mumbles an agreement. "Good." Looking quietly satisfied with the accord, Morrow pushes back her dark hair with a rake of fingertips, offering a mildly harried smile between the others who remain.

"Well. I don't know about you two, but I'm starving." She pats her complete lack of belly. "I expect I'll see you on the train, if not before." Looping her arm through Harriet's, she heads for the door.

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