rendezvous - d.m

2; difficult

CHAPTER TWO
difficult

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SEPTEMBER FIRST 1996;

ELIZA stayed by the window for a few minutes, watching out the window as the scenes of Muggle London transformed into countryside.

She liked the countryside.

She liked the calmness of the trees as they slowly swayed in the wind, and how they stood so tall amongst the grass and bushes beneath them.

"Eliza!"

The sound of her voice being called struck her out of her day-dream, forcing her to turn around quickly to greet the voice. She couldn't help but smile as she locked eyes with her two best-friends. Relief washed over as she watched their smile's grow at the sight of her.

Pansy Parkinson and Josephine Williams ran happily over to her, throwing their arms around her, hugging her tightly—both squealing excitedly.

"You fucking dick!" Pansy started, slapping Eliza on the arm, "We haven't heard fuck all from you all summer!"

"I know, I know!" Eliza exclaimed, pushing the ebony-haired girl off her arm, "My Mother forbade it, guys, it wasn't up to me."

"We were more worried than anything," Josephine reassured, smiling at her, "We missed you."

Josephine, Josie, Williams was a gorgeous, softly-spoken, intelligent red-headed Slytherin, often mistaken for Weasley. Born to a Ravenclaw Mother and a Slytherin Father—a good friend of Eliza and Pansy's Father's.

However, Josie's Mother was Muggle-born, earning much backlash from a fair few Slytherins in her time at Hogwarts—quickly shut down by Josie's Father. This train of bullying followed Josie when she was attended Hogwarts, especially being sorted into Slytherin—people like Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle often teased and taunted Josie for having Muggle blood and calling her disgusting names such as 'Mudblood', despite having two magical parents.

Despite that, Josie was extremely intellectual like her Mother—Slytherin Prefect and always nose deep in a book or blurting out a random fact about a magical creature or spell she'd learnt about. She was joyful and optimistic, and extremely lucky. Her family were never associated with the Dark Lord during the first war, and never rejoined last year. They were in purgatory—not supporting one side or the other. Josie didn't have to deal with an imprisoned Father and mentally unstable Mother as her other two best-friends had too.

Josie also played for the Slytherin Quidditch team—a Chaser, and a good one at that. She had been on the team since her Third year and had always impressed. She always gave it her all, and practiced more times a week than Eliza could count.

"Yeah—just you wait till I tell you where I've been this summer," Pansy Parkinson smirked smugly, "Guess who snuck out a total of 58 times." 

Pansy Parkinson was a pure-blooded Slytherin with hair as black as night, and a personality full of confidence and sass. She was smart, for sure—but strived more on teenage drama and late-night parties. She wasn't some dumb, air-headed party girl—oh no, Pansy Parkinson was an exceptional Witch—her grades in Charms exceeding even Josie's. She was a sucker for a new spell and practicing it against anyone who did her wrong. Pansy just also enjoyed getting absolutely sloshed to the point of blacking out, and occasionally skipping lessons and not doing her homework.