#𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: saint cloud !

[petriichvrs]

𝙻𝙾𝙲𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽  :  saint cloud, france  ! 𝙵𝙴𝙰𝚃𝚄𝚁𝙸𝙽𝙶  :  @ddudleys​​​​  !

"are you sure we’re doing this right?” with a tent string that had no obvious source wrapped around her ankle and one of the space buns that she’d worn for the first day of the festival hanging loose after a tussle with some of the inner stick bits, ginny was quite aware that she wasn’t the MOST qualified person to argue with dudley’s tent building logic. she was trusting him, here, the same way that she expected him to trust her when it came to the magical expansion spell that she’d spent the previous week working on with hermione, to varying degrees of success. she was pretty confident, now, and even if that was all she had going for her, it was better than nothing. she was PROBABLY going to be able to wow him, once they got their flimsy accomodations upright - but getting there had already been a troublesome journey. “i’ve never done this by hand, before-” she’d never done it herself FULL STOP, but she didn’t want to admit it, “i’m not sure what the pointy things are for.” 

[witchbiitches]

𝙻𝙾𝙲𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽  :  saint cloud, france  ! 𝙵𝙴𝙰𝚃𝚄𝚁𝙸𝙽𝙶  :  @maelstrvm​​​​​  !

everything looked a little different on this side of several lethal cocktails. thanks to exclusive access to some of the more high end bar set ups that wrock en seine had to offer, pansy had been indulging in some of the more EXPENSIVE - and consequently, potent - drinks available since the day had started, a journey that had only ( and some would say finally ) come to an end when the festival had wrapped up until tomorrow. she wasn’t entirely sure how she’d made it back to the hotel, only that she had without having to aimlessly search for draco, which was a win, she thought. she had gotten out at the first stop that her elevator came to, and carpet passed like a blur underfoot until she reached the end of the corridor and - this part was fuzzy, though she assumed she struggled for a while with the keycard to her door - then she was stood in the middle of a sitting room that seemed flipped from the one she’d gotten used to, though everything was vaguely upside down, at the minute, so that wasn’t really as much cause for concern as the unfamiliar figure that appeared in the archway. “what’re you doing in here?” 

[petriichvrs]

𝙻𝙾𝙲𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽  :  saint cloud, france  ! 𝙵𝙴𝙰𝚃𝚄𝚁𝙸𝙽𝙶  :  @tiimetvrners​​​​​​  !

she can’t help herself. an innocent glance behind her to see how much longer the line has gotten since she joined it ends disastrously as, the minute that ginny realises theodore budak has just HAPPENED to find himself queueing at her back, she loses all sense of what’s right & what’s polite. sure, it isn’t his drama, but they’ve always presented as one unit and that can’t change, now. “morning,” she says, before turning her head back around and smiling, to herself - a baring of teeth, a brief consideration given to whether she’ll say anything more at all before she turns right around in the queue to face him and, with no further hint of that brief hesitance, “if we’re believing the rumor mill nowadays, zabini’s going to be a dad, and obviously parkinson’s getting married off any day now, so... any thought to what you’re gonna offer the group, budak?” 

[petriichvrs]

𝙻𝙾𝙲𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽  :  saint cloud, france  ! 𝙵𝙴𝙰𝚃𝚄𝚁𝙸𝙽𝙶  :  @indemnae​​​​  !

"- and i just don’t understand how the two of them even crossed paths, you know ? she’s this perfect little hufflepuff - goody two shoes type, if you didn’t know what they were - and he’s blaise zabini. he’s a perfect representation of a slytherin - slimy git, to dull it down - and aside from the fact that they probably interact at all those stuffy pureblood things that OUR family is never invited to, i don’t get how they’ve managed to - apparently ! - conceive a real life child. it’s crazy-” she announces to her audience of one before she takes a swig from the near forgotten bottle of firewhiskey that she holds by the neck. gone is her laser focus on the possible reappearance of the weird sisters ; their leading place at the forefront of her mind has been replaced by the GOSSIP that hit newstands across london right before they made the festival journey, and now that ginny has a moment to sit and reflect ( and had a little bit too much to drink, if we’re to be honest with ourselves ), fleur is the unlucky individual forced to listen to her disjointed spiel. the two sit together - ginny’s legs crossed beneath her - at one of the bonfires dotting the edge of their chosen campground, and a mark of her investment is the use of the hand not clutching her bottle tight to punctuate some of her more felt words. she’s already given her a total rundown of the two as people, but efforts to steer the conversation into a less annoying direction have proven futile as she returns to it, all over again. “and i was talking to hermione, earlier, and she said that grace saw him here, today - as if nothing is happening back home at all. and, when you think about it... isn’t that just men, like, all over ?” 

[witchbiitches]

𝙻𝙾𝙲𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽  :  saint cloud, france  ! 𝙵𝙴𝙰𝚃𝚄𝚁𝙸𝙽𝙶  :  @kxbellem​​​  !

“is that a hip flask?” it’s a wonder that she saw any kind of glint in the general chaos of wrock en seine, but then again, she’s NEVER been so on the look out for a possible lifeline. the news that broke just before they left the country has certainly impacted the overall festival vibes, and the dark cloud one would expect to hang over her head feels less like one at all - there is a certain edge to everything unfolding that inspires the same, daunting feeling of a noose tied high above her. she knows it’s waiting, that a mistep ( or, in this case, an inevitable run in ) will wrap it into place, and she isn’t really feeling any of this anymore, but she can always find time for the numbing properties of copious amounts of alcohol. hand stretches out towards the other, expectantly, “go on, then.”