Marley Chapman
How about both?
Wed Jun 28, 2017 22:41
70.73.178.153

It was the end of summer. This was always a little tiny bit sad for Marley, because it still felt a little tiny bit weird being away from both of her parents for so much of the year. She wasn’t sad right now, though, of course! It always took a few months before the little-tiny-sad kicked in, and so she had instead popped into the Diner to flash her usual bright smile around, excited to catch up with all of her friends again.

RMI really was an international school; when class wasn’t in and everyone went home, they went, like, literally all over the world. Some students probably wrote each other letters during summer or even Midterm. Marley wasn’t the type of person who did that, though. Her summers were so full of her Muggle friends that it usually didn’t even occur to her that she should keep in touch with her schoolmates until she was holding her dreamcatcher. In fact, it was usually in the minutes before her personal Portkey activated that she started wondering why she hadn’t written anyone, and then her vision would go all fuzzy while she stared into space trying to recall all of the people whom she should have written and in what order, and then fooshhhhp the Portkey spun her tightly and then she was there and it wasn’t necessary to think about it any more.

That hadn’t happened this year, though. Well, the fuzzy-vision, listing-everyone-she-hadn’t-written part had happened, as had the way she’d stumbled over her own toes upon arrival in the Diner. Marley, however, had actually written a letter this summer. Several letters. To a boy.

Brown eyes scanning the room, she very quickly spotted this particular boy and waved a hello. She wasn’t sure if Connor had actually seen her, but couldn’t do much else other than wave more exuberantly at him, since the Portkey had dropped her at the other end of the room and she was too close to the seafoam-green fire to justify taking the long way around past Cetus. Oh, well. She’d get to greet him later. He hadn’t replied to her letters nearly as frequently as she had written him, but she had kept writing anyways, cheerfully detailing some of her summer adventures and even including in the envelopes a couple small things laying around her mum’s trailer that she thought he might find interesting, namely, an AA battery and a packet of mini double-chocolate Oreos. Did Oreos exist in England? Marley had no idea, but whatever. She was certain Connor would like them.

Marley’s cheering (part because yay new students! and part because Deputy Headmistress Nanda made everything so much fun) quickly turned into giggles as Lyra-green confetti sprinkled down on them. “Wow, this makes me really colour-coded,” she remarked to her yearmate Alice, grinning as she compared the glitter to the green on her peacock-feather-patterned skirt, which she had found randomly at the thrift store and begged her gran to buy. The skirt was currently paired with a matching green tank top. It was a bit too casual for tonight; she often wore it practicing Quidditch, because it had a glittery Wonder Woman ‘W’ on the front that made her feel even stronger. But it was mostly hidden by her school robes, and also now she might have time to do a lap on the Pitch after dinner without having to get changed first, so, bonus.

“Oooh, pizza!” She snagged two big slices from the passing house-elf - one Hawaiian, one pepperoni - and plopped them onto her plate. When she looked back up to ask the house-elf if it could come back in about eight minutes (she averaged four minutes a piece, if she chewed properly), Marley made eye contact with one of the new first-years.

“Hi, Sam. Welcome to Lyra! It’s great!” she greeted him enthusiastically. “You should get some of this pizza. I think the house-elves here make the best pizza I’ve ever had. Weeell, this one time my mum took me to a pizzeria in Pittsburgh,” she continued as the story popped into her head, “and it was like, tucked way in a back alley. I thought for sure it was gonna taste the same like any other, but it was amazing. My mum’s Italian, though, so I guess she just really knows her pizza. I’m Marley, by the way!” The dark-skinned girl flashed Sam a smile. “Welcome! Did I say that already? Oops. Welcome again anyways!”

  • Food or Friends? - Satveer (Sam) Mittal, Wed Jun 28 15:35
    As he approached the doors to the diner, Satveer felt his excitement build. As he reached the doors, the ambient rumble of people quietened to a single, muffled voice. Satveer, leaned his head... more
    • How about both? - Marley Chapman, Wed Jun 28 22:41
      • Friends with food? - Satveer (Sam) Mittal, Thu Jun 29 09:20
        Satveer’s eyes bounced and his head nodded as his followed Marley’s welcome. She’s a talker! Satveer couldn’t help but think that if the bouncy red headed girl was in this house, and Marley, another... more
        • Better than eating your friends as food - Marley, Thu Jun 29 20:16
          Nodding confidently, a little cloud of glitter fell out of her curly afro and sprinkled across her plate. “Oh, it’ll come back soon,” Marley reassured the younger boy. “The house-elves know that... more
          • 88 Miles an hour - Satveer (Sam) Mittal, Fri Jun 30 07:53
            Having just watched Marley unknowingly eat a piece of confetti, Satveer wrestled with his self as to whether he should tell her or not. “You just” Satveer started realising he’d have to continue... more
            • With no sign of slowing down - Marley, Mon Jul 3 12:27
              “Oh, really?” Glancing down, Marley saw that indeed there was confetti all over her pizza. She swiped at it with her hands, brushing off some of the glittery green bits, but didn’t bother to clean it ... more
              • As ever, he put his foot on the break - Satveer (Sam) Mittal, Thu Jul 6 05:11
                Clearly Marley wasn’t as in to muggle geek culture, or maybe she had missed the reference. Either way, Satveer’s attempt at a common interest connection was shot down. “We did drive” Satveer retorted ... more
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