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Originally Posted by Golden Monkey He nodded, "Yes they are." he replied, listening as she named them off. He frowned for a moment, his eyelids moving so that his eyes were half opened as he said, "Dolce... that isn't like Dolce and gabana is it?" He asked, his eyes focusing once more on her. he had heard that name before, probably from his mother or from Lyra the previous term when she went off on one of her spiels about clothing. "I have a purple one but I haven't name him yet." he added putting his hand in his pocket that wasn't holding Goldie and taking out a purple fluff ball which moved slightly.
Zima hooted softly nodding his head a bit in her direction before casting a weary eye at the other owl. William knew Zima would never hurt another being, human or animal so he wasn't too worried. "That's okay, no harm done." he replied getting more comfortable on the seat, leaning against the window and looking out for a moment. The weather outside looked normal, the shun shining behind a few fluffy clouds. It was almost surreal looking in a way and he wondered for a moment how Hogwarts would look when they got there. It was than he heard her comment and he looked away from the window and nodded, "Yes, she won't bite though; wanna see her?" he asked.
Tapping his foot on the floor, Zima decided to curl his head under his wing and sleep, much to Will's bewilderment. normally he stood guard, watching over everything around him to make sure nothing happens. Perhaps the excitement of the past few weeks had finally overcome him and he needed rest. Either way Will didn't have to worry about him for awhile. He nodded, a look of sadness overcoming his face as he remembered, "I was in the leaky cauldron when it happened. I didn't see who it was though, ut I did see a bright burst of green light then heard a thump." he explained, shuddering. Just the thought that someone would so gregariously use the AK curse was enough to frighten him.
"I don't know who died if anyone though; I left right after it happened. The Aurors were swarming the place though after." he finished, looking away. It seemed like trouble usually followed William around. His hand closed around the phial necklace he held, now holding the potion that it held before. That was one adventure he'd soon forget. That, and the pink fairy. Adrienne grinned. "You don't want to know how weird my experience getting them was," she said as William agreed that the pygmy puffs were cute. She still was quite entertained by the memory of that shopkeeper and his feigned interest in her shoes. Which was really one reason she wished she'd been able to really talk to Chloe, so she could tell her the story. But then, as she came back from her tiny mental tangent to hear his question, she blinked. "You're familiar with Dolce and Gabbana?," she asked, the faintest hint of incredulosity in her voice. "I mean, yes. It is. Actually, I gave her the name because I own a purple pair of Dolce and Gabbana heels," she explained, still a little bit shocked that the third year boy knew designers. Or, at least those two. But as he spoke about his own pygmy puff, she let her surprise fade a little as he withdrew another purple pygmy puff from his pocket. "Well, he needs a name," she said, feeling sympathy for the poor little nameless ball of fluff. "What comes to mind when you think about him?" Maybe she could help.
She smiled again as his owl actually seemed to react to her greeting in his own way, reaching into her purse for an owl treat to appease Rochester as she felt him shift on the back of her seat. "That's true," she said as William replied to her apology for her owl's mood. "I felt like I needed to say something anyway." Then he had lapsed into silence, and she started petting Dolce idly as she wondered if she had said something weird or something. She didn't think she had, but it wasn't like she was really well-versed in how to talk to younger boys. But at least her comment about his tarantula seemed to bring him back. "Sure," she said as he asked if she wanted to see the tarantula. Just because she hadn't ever seen one before, and she had the faint idea that most people would expect her to completely spaz out if confronted by a big furry spider, didn't mean she wasn't going to gain the experience. Besides, then she could taunt Riley since she was fairly certain her brother wasn't one to have seen too many tarantulas either. Ha.
As William's owl chose to go to sleep, and the tone of the conversation changed radically when Diagon Alley was brought up, Adrienne bit her lip before picking Dolce up again. "Someone died? That way?" Someone had used an Unforgiveable in the Leaky, and nobody had stopped all the students from running around? She was almost glad she hadn't known about that, since that would have made the last few days that much scarier if she had. Even though she knew she was nowhere near incapable when it came to magic, nobody could fight against that curse. And now she also had the curiosity about who had actually been hit. As William looked away uncomfortably, she felt her owl hop from the back of her set to her shoulder and took a hand away from the pygmy puff in her lap to stroke his feathers for a second. They needed to get onto a different topic, before the mood in the compartment got too depressed to stand.
Thinking fast, she spoke again. "So, what do you think is going to happen this term? Are you looking forward to anything?" Okay, and that was probably the lamest thing she could come up with, but at least she'd tried. No one else had shown up to help, so it was up to her.
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