Rest in Peace, Madam Dollface the III PV Juniper Kelly ReOpened

Across the courtyard, a girl was busy digging a grave for a beheaded doll. However, a pink-haired Ravenclaw sat with her own dolls, sitting under the shade of a tree. Unlike the girl she was soon to meet, she hadn't ripped off the head of these dolls. Instead, she was braiding the hair of one as she leaned against the wood of a large tree. Gentle hands treated the doll with care as another was being sentenced to death by a girl somewhere across the courtyard.

"Okay, princess unicorn." She said, stating without a hint of embarrassment the name of her doll. Before inferences are made, she DIDN't name the doll when she was five. She named it just this year, and it was a very mature name for a very mature girl with a doll. "You're hair is done. Now, I know last time you tried to pay me with candy again. But you know I don't like lemon pops! I expect better payment. Your next appointment will be... whenever I decide! Buh-bye!" She leaned over to place her doll to the side, before picking up her second one. "Ah, Queen Sparkle face the fifth." (even though this was the only Queen Sparkle face) She lifted up the doll and set her on her lap.

"I'm thinking... a nice up-do? With some flowers! Well, grass, but still! The grass is pretty!" Before Juni could place grass on her head to prove to her doll that it was pretty, a shout came out. Juni sat up, someone was getting sentenced to death? Well, she had to see this. Call her evil, but the first thought that came to her mind was not that she had to save someone. She wasn't a superman, her superwoman in her case. She wasn't going to step into everything to seem like a hero.

Not sure if her two dolls should witness a death, Juni climbed the tree she was sitting under and tucked her dolls into a curve in a branch. Making sure they wouldn't fall, she jumped down and followed the sound of the voice.
""Madam Dollface the III! May you rise again, and obtain revenge on those who stopped your reign of terror!"" Juni nearly turned around, but curiosity kept her going. The voice came nearer as Juni spotted girl on her knees next to a pile of dirt... and a hole.

Juni cocked her head as she walked over. "Gosh, who's madam dollface the III, and what evil things did she do? My doll hasn't committed crimes that I know of" She looked at the grave curiously. "Wow, did you dig this by yourself? Don't your hands hurt?" Juni looked at her hands.

@Vale Ashwood

Vale took so much immediate enjoyment she barely notice a voice directed towards her person. She made a expression of confusion and turned her body to find the source of the voice. Nobody was in Vale's sight until she slowly looked down to see a small girl in her sight.

Well, this was interestingly new for her to experience. All her life, Vale was considered small for her age. But seeing someone smaller than even her was something to behold. She made a large smile and turned her whole body in one sharp, jump of movement.

"Oh! You're much smaller than me! I'm sure you must get that a lot though." Vale immediately was moving around Juniper completely, hurrying to observe her in full 360 rotation before returning to her original position. When she was sastified, Vale nodded to herself at the confirmation of the girl before herself. "Vale Ashwood at your service! Madam Dollface the III was tried for her crimes involving...uh..."

She stopped for a moment to think up the list she didn't truly plan out so much before her burial practice. She recalled her beheaded doll supposively doing something terrible. But of what? Vale scrunched up her expression for a moment to churn out her unique imagination. It took her only a moment to register the crimes that had led to Madam Dollface the III's demise.

"Ah yes, murder, treason, conspiracy to terrorism, and-!" Vale stopped herself, rising a index finger up into the air to list the most heinous crime of all. She took a deep breath, "broke curfew past nine!" Vale put her hand back down and nodded to herself once more. "For that, she was beheaded, and her grave only shallow in the school courtyard. She was supposed to have been executed via poison, but since I don't know any acidic poisons...and school rules, she was given mercy in her execution style."

Vale looked down at her hands at the question proposed to her by the young girl. "My hands? Ah, such pain is a delight in the Ashwood household! But no pain here, unfortunately. Digging is a practice I tend to do on a basis. Mother says digging is a strong habit in the family, yes! Now, I dare ask for your name? To be written as a witness of the formal execution and burial of Madam Dollface the III."

No sooner had Juniper walked over, the girl noticed her. The doll reaper turned around in a swift movement, noting Juni's height. "Well, I'm usually smaller then everyone! I do get that a lot actually but I've gotten so so so used to it by now.:" Juni watched as the girl circled her as if inspecting her. Why? Juni didn't know. But she was okay with it. She wasn't weirded out or anything, she was pretty weird herself. The girl seemed satisfied enough, and she introduced herself. "Hi Vale!" She said, waving.

Vale took a moment to recall why her doll was beheaded. The way she had to stop to remember made Juni think that this isn't the first doll that Vale beheaded for crimes. Vale remembered, and Juni raised her eyebrows. "Omg! Those are pretty serious!" She wasn't going to ask how a doll could do those things. Juni believed Vale and wasn't going to argue.

But the last crime of all, that's an interesting one. "She broke curfew? How dare she. She deserves this. " She nodded in agreement with Vale. "To be buried in this place is still a privilege, she should be thankful even after her death." she shook her head at the doll. "... yeah. I don't think Hogwarts allows poison. " She chuckled. " At least you were able to make do!!!"

Vale seemed strange, but Juni liked that. "Oh, haha! I fall from trees a lot, and get scrapes and bruises too, so I'm used to pain but my mam is a nurse so. I think your household is very different from mine." She looked at Vale. "Oh! Right, Juniper Kelly! The one and only!!! At least I think so. "

@Vale Ashwood

Vale bent over to pick up the beheaded doll and gave it a solid look over. She made a face like she was taking into consideration some unknown thought until she lightly threw the doll into the self-made hole next to her feet.

Vale listened to every word that came out of Juniper's mouth, but what made her turn her head back to the younger girl was her mother's occupation. "Oh?" She questioned, "Does she work for that big hospital...St. Mungo's, or whatever my mum likes to call it? Mum has a herb garden she tends to. She sells all of it across the world." A decent portion of her family made their profits through their potions or herbology. If they're not wanted criminals, beings, or decided that living as a muggle would sounds amusing, that is.

Vale moved her hands down to throw loose dirt on top of the doll. An idea suddenly seeped into her head that made her turn her head back to Juniper. "Wanna help me bury the body?" Vale asked, uncaring of the way her words would come off as."Madam Dollface the III may have been scum of the earth. But she sure knew how to make good scones and tea. What am I going to do now? Now I have to ask my mom to get me another cursed doll in my next letter to home." Vale made a expression of disappointment, despite the beheading being supposively of her own doing.

"What about you? You said you had a doll, right? Is she as crazy too, Juniper?"

Juni shook her head as she watched Vale throw the doll in the hole. "Nah, not a wizard hospital. My mom decided she didn't like wizards and witches that much." She kicked at some dirt next to her toe. "Thats cool how your mam does that, though! We have a farm, so we grow lot's of things! But food." She added. She tilted her head to Vale. She was interesting. And totally different than anyone Jun has met.

She got on her knees next to Vale to watch her bury the beheaded doll. Her dolls have never been killed for crimes, they were too good. vale, however, seemed to believe things like that. "so.. so like... how many dolls of yours have gone crazy?" She asked. Not exactly what she meant to ask. She wanted to know more about the family Vale grew up with.

"Huh? Oh! Yeah sure! I love getting in dirt, haha!" Did that sound weird? She looked around. "Team work goes faster!" She began to help with the dirt. "Oh. My dolls can't bake to save their lives." Juni wondered about Vale's mom. "Darn, do they still make cursed dolls? " She asked. "..I'm not sure! We don't talk much." She tilted her head. "But if she is crazy, I'll give her to you! I'm not certified with cursed dolls, ya see..."

@Vale Ashwood

Vale was by now intrigued by Juniper. Her answers and inputs were interesting to Vale, but what jumped out the most was Juniper's mother not liking wizard people at all.

She made a confused expression as she threw more dirt onto her 'dead' doll. Seeing someone actually willing to help her out with her own specific 'chores' was something unusual for her, and it blossomed on her that she may have a new friend for the school year. "Your mum don't like wizards or witches?" She was in puzzle, "What about hags, o...or even erklings? She must like something now." Vale stopped her dirt caked hands to turn her head over to Juniper, searching even for a small hint on the other girl's face on the wonders of her mom's mysterious distaste of wizards and witches.

She had a hard time understanding the world of muggles and their fear of anything different from them. Before her grandfather's passing, it was still confusing to her how anyone could live like muggles. But then familiar faces she have met so far in her school year reminded her why. Especially one, Hui Ming. Ah yes, she couldn't wait to one day watch how a muggle boy can handle wrestling alligators on his own. "Well, at least she likes to grow things. What kinds of food do you grow? We don't ever grow any real food back at home. Just herbs, and maybe spices from time to time." Vale moved back to throwing more dirt back into the hole, noticing it was now becoming more filled with the help of her possibly new friend. "Hm, I had many cursed dolls growing up. But my favorite was Beldummy. He used to move objects in my room while I slept. But then he disappeared and dad kept wondering why all the knives in the kitchen started to go missing." Vale shrugged the sinister fact like it was nothing. As it usually were when it came to the Ashwoods.

"But only a few went crazy. Those ones, like Madam Dollface here got their executions just fine. The crazy ones are easy to handle. It's the ones that are possessed that you should worry about. How many dolls do you have, Juniper?" Vale wiped her hands off when she felt her part of the work was done for the time being.