Post by DAHLIA YVETTE DE LUCA on Jun 9, 2009 0:52:57 GMT 1
HOT DAMN THAT GIRLS ON FIRE.
There were few occasions where Hogwarts allowed their students free roam, to leave the grounds that bound them and allow them to explore the surrounding world. For Dahlia De Luca, that didn't however mean it was a good thing that she was currently walking down the cobblestones of Diagon Alley. One of the main reasons the school allowed students to leave their lessons was for a family emergency, especially one that included a relative being sent to hospital. That was the loop hole that caused her to be pulled from her afternoon herbology class and forced to disapparate from Hogsmeade village in a flurry of muttered words and half explanations.
By the time she had reached St Mungos, it had been plain to the girl who was the reason she had been called. Her elder sister lay curled on her side on the starch white sheets of the hospital bed, shaking visibly and with little colour in her cheeks to distinguish between her and the duvet. Now as she thought back, Dahlia guessed her detachment from the whole situation was slightly inhumane, but it was no secret that there was little love between herself and her Slytherin sister who had made her school life hell. So after she had paid her polite respects, wishing her sister to get better soon, her parents had allowed her to slip away, content with the amount of worry that she had faked in her eyes.
Heartless of her it may have been, but even now she couldn't summon any regret at her reaction. The girl was a witch in every sense of the word and if she was going to go play around with cursed objects that she had found in a dodgy shop down Knockturn Alley, well frankly it was her own fault she got hurt, and she was lucky she was still alive in that bed to even tell the Doctors what hurt. No, there would be no tears from Miss De Luca. Shaking her head she strode idly towards a street vendor, asking politely for a vanilla ice cream before waiting patiently for her desert to arrive.
When the small man behind the moveable cart handed the cone over to her, she flashed him a grateful smile and a small nod of appreciation, after all, though the De Luca's were famous for their prejudice's and hatred of all unpure, they still taught their sons and daughters that rules were more important than anything else on this earth. Even Dahlia, though she far from agreed with the far fetched ideals of her slightly deluded family, she did agree that in all situations, etiquette and manners should be showed, whether they be muggle, witch, wizard, pureblood, muggleborn or anything, she preferred not to worry herself whether or not they were worthy of her time. Stepping back she brought her ice cream to her lips and took a delicious lick, her mood brightening slightly at the prospect of an entire day away from school, to herself in the vast city of London.
Maybe this won't be so bad after all..
