closed Muggles and Confusion PV: Astra Norrick

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"But MUM!" Astra complained, marching through the house after her mother. She was wearing a long sleeved white shirt underneath a dark gray t-shirt with the number "96" on it in sport's font, as well as jeans that fit loosely on her thin frame. Her wavy red hair hangs loosely around her face. "That's stupid. Why can't Roderick deal with the both of them, they're his friends." She's very, very angry that what was supposed to be a lazy day filled with reading and a long run at the park, and maybe even a trip to the ice cream parlor with Elliot and Jesse was now cancelled because some random people Astra had never heard of were going to show up to hang out with Roderick.

Morella whirled on her daughter with fire in her eyes. "Watch your tone, young lady. The Vladimirs were nice enough to let Boris and Roderick have a day out and you're not going to ruin it by being disrespectful and rude," she hissed. "Do I make myself clear?"

Astra sighed and mumbled a "Yes, ma'am" before going into the kitchen and grabbing breakfast. She probably likes pink and rainbows and talking. Ugh, and Rod's not even in here to greet them.

Suddenly, a knock. Her dad Hyperion opened the door. "Hello, Boris! And... oh, don't tell me... Yekaterina?" he said. "Welcome to our humble abode, you two. Come on in, Roderick is in the backyard right now. I'll go get him."

Morella gave Astra a pointed look and mouthed Behave before greeting the children with a smile. Astra simply looked over with poker face on full force. She was right, the girl was wearing pink, pink, and more pink. Oh, God, save me.

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Astra barely refrained from physically recoiling (in a sarcastic move, of course) as the girl shoot so much bubbliness in Astra's direction that she felt as if she should be soaked in soap solution.

Ok, she may be feeling a tad dramatic.

The girl, or Kat, as she introduced herself, rolled her eyes at her brother, who was currently "charming" Astra's mum. Morella, of course, was used to teenage boys and simply playing along, but he (Boris, wasn't it?) didn't need to know that.

"Do you know what we're doing today?" Kat asked. She had a bit of an accent, Russian, and Astra had to force herself not to imitate it. It was her thing, accents, something that she and her actual friend did for laughs. She was reminded of Elliot and Jesse as well, yet another reason to put a scowl on her face. No, I can't go hang out with my fun and amazing cousins because I have to be here.

Astra's eyebrows shot up as Kat cursed. She was surprised (pleasantly), and intrigued. Maybe Barbie isn't so... well, Barbie. And brothers are arses half the time. She was about to respond when Roderick and Boris came tumbling through, grabbing a snack. Rod thought it would be funny to flick Astra on the back of the head so she kicked him in the knee with her black sneakers. "What's the plan, Rod?" she asked, turning her annoyed stare on him.

He was unbothered by the kick, this kind of stuff happened often between the two, and they hadn't really fought in ages. "Going to head to the park, go to the ice cream parlor, and then the cinema. Go out to dinner at that music club, too," he answered, taking a bite out of an apple. Astra looked at Kat and nodded to her brother.

"There you have it from the annoyance himself," she said.

Hyperion poked his head into the kitchen to tell the kids they could run to the park if they wanted to, Morella would be along shortly. Roderick grabbed Astra's hand and said to Boris, "You do the same, mate. Just safer that way."

"Oh, stop making it out to be so dangerous, Rod, it's just a few blocks down, barely out of sight from the house," Astra said with an eyeroll before turning to Kat. "Just something Muggle siblings tend to do, they have this mentality of safety in numbers when they go anywhere. Makes queues absolutely unbearable."

And with that Morella called for the kids to follow her out the door, letting a cool breeze into the house as she opened the door.

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"Exactly!" Astra said. She was still salty, but seemed to be liking Kat as time went on. Too much pink, though. Kat said something in Russian that Astra didn't recognize at all, but then again she literally only knew two words in the language. That was what Astra did when she was bored, she learned random words in different languages.

"Spoiled princess," Boris answered in a not-so-obviously sarcastic manner. Astra knew they were just jabbing at each other like Roderick and herself did. She didn't know many people with older brothers, not counting her cousin Maria (who was also much older than her, with two older brothers so it was hardly the same). Funny how we're turning out to have things in common.

Roderick insisted on grabbing Astra's hand in his own. She tucked her hand into the end of her sleeve and gave him a look. "Did you wash?" she asked in an accusatory tone.

"Shut up," he answered. Morella called for the kids again, and Kat and Boris led the way, Kat seeming to drag her brother along. It's windy, the cool breeze a welcome respite from summer heat.

Astra let a bemused look creep onto her face when Kat stopped in her tracks. Aw, she needs to get out more. She wondered if all Pureblood kids were like this, sheltered from the muggle world. The Norricks were probably once Purebloods, but their blood was very diluted through centuries of marriages to Muggleborns, such as the one between Astra's own parents.

Roderick immediately spotted some of his primary school friends and waved Boris over as he ran to them. They had a football/soccerball with them and seemed to be forming a great game. Astra didn't like football, or really any games involving balls besides basketball. She preferred gymnastics or kickboxing (though she had never done the latter properly).

Astra supposed she should be a good host, especially with her mum's steely gaze boring into the back of her head. "I don't suppose you'd want to try to join the football game, would you?" she asked, looking at Kat's pink dress with a bit of skepticism. The basketball courts were filled with teenage boys who had a height advantage over both eleven year olds, no matter how good or bad they may be, so Astra didn't even suggest that.

Miracle of miracles! the girl thought as her attention was drawn to the swings. They're empty! This was a rare occurrence. She jerked her head towards the swings, saying, "Or we could swing. But we should probably grab them soon, they're hardly ever empty like this."

If Kat agreed, Astra would make her way to the swings at a fast pace and begin swinging almost immediately, leaning far back and eventually going as high as the bar.

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Astra almost laughed out loud as Kat straddled the swing seat like one would a horse. Oh, poor girl. I wonder why she's so sheltered? Boris doesn't seem that way. "You're right, that definitely isn't right," Astra answered as she sat in her own swing. "You just sit in it like you would a chair. Then you kind of lean back and then pull yourself back up." She demonstrated, her body going into a fast rhythm of lean and pull. Astra loved to swing.

Astra still thought that she would rather be spending her time elsewhere, but she could be persuaded to admit that she and Kat were starting to have some things in common. They both had annoying older brothers, both were sarcastically antagonistic to said brothers, and both apparently disliked football. But Kat was still sheltered and in Astra's opinion, ditzy. And all that pink. Dear God, it would make my eyes bleed.

Other than that, though, Kat seemed fun. She was Pureblood, so also interesting for the young halfblood (or wizardborn, depending on who you talked to). "So what do Pureblood families do when they want to go out to eat? Or go to the cinema?" Astra asked while slowing her swing down.

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Astra wrinkled her nose. "Like those fancy places that serve fish eggs on giant plates?" she asked. Mentally, she was wondering about the "other mum" thing. I guess she has two moms? And a dad? The eleven-year-old couldn't really make sense of it so she didn't dwell on the matter. "That doesn't sound like fun. You should ask your mum Missy and your dad to take you to a steakhouse or tavern sometime. Like The Railway over that way, they've got good food and Dad likes the drinks." She gestured vaguely to the east. She didn't quite know where in Richmond it was, but that general direction seemed right.

Astra's jaw likely touched the ground when Kat asked what a cinema was. The cinema was one of her favorite places! "You don't go to the cinema? That's mental!" She blinked, remembering she had been asked a question. "It's not a sport, no, it's a place where they show movies. You know the wizard photographs that move? A movie is basically like a really long wizard photo that tells a story. We'll be going today, I think. Mum said we're going to watch the Ninja Turtles movie."

Astra realized that Kat probably had no reference point for the turtles. "It's more of a boy thing, since we didn't know you were coming until last minute, but I think you'll like it. Or at least, you'll like going to the movies."

Morella came over to the swings. "We'll be headed to the ice cream parlor in a few minutes," she said, motioning for the girls to stop swinging.

Astra slowly came to a halt, hopping off the swing and helping Kat stop (should she accept the help). "Please tell me purebloods have ice cream. It would be so depressing if you didn't!" Or was Astra's personally belief, nay, conviction that ice cream was the greatest dessert in the world.

In a few minutes, Roderick would come back, dragging Boris, both now significantly sweatier and with dirt smudges, and lead the way to the parlor across the street. Morella would walk with the girls, keeping an eye on the boys ahead and keeping her purse close.