Word Count280

This rp is backward date so two years ago.

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| Date: Someday in 2023 | Word count: 516 |
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All week long, Frederick had been waiting for the day they would visit his parents’ longtime friends, the Holista family. The nine-year-old boy was thrilled for several reasons, one of them being that they would be flying from Bristol, where they lived, to London on his father Gareth’s Oakshaft 79. It would be his very first trip on a broomstick and, in fact, the first time he would ever ride a real one.

In the countless weekends Frederick Buckley had spent playing in the backyard, inventing all sorts of games, he always found a way to include his toy broomstick, which floated just a few centimeters above the ground but was, to him, the best broom in the world. When he found out he would be traveling with his parents, he turned into a broken record, it was all he could talk about.

When the day finally arrived and the three Buckleys — Fred, Lydia, and Gareth — took off into the cloudy English skies toward the Holista residence, the boy nearly burst with excitement. Squeezed between his parents during the flight, Fred talked almost the entire hour-long trip. The broom was old, but still faster than any Muggle means of transportation, which would take about two and a half hours to cover the same distance by land.

Frederick was bundled up for the journey, wearing sweatpants, a waterproof jacket over his jumper, and a scarf, hat, and gloves. His topics of conversation were as varied as his excitement , from wondering what clouds were made of to asking what the Holistas were like and whether they had children. His mother replied, “Yes, a daughter, her name’s Alliasta. You’ll like her.” Sometimes the wind made talking impossible, and Fred simply watched the tiny cities and ant-like cars move far below them.

Finally, with a gentle tilt, Gareth, who was steering the broom, began to descend, landing smoothly in a small square not far from the Holista residence. With a quick wave of his wand, he enchanted the broom so that Muggles wouldn’t notice them carrying it, and the family walked calmly to the doorstep of a typically London-style house, soon ringing the doorbell.

A brief moment passed, only a few seconds, before the door opened. Standing on the porch were Lydia and Gareth, one on each side of Frederick, and on the other side stood a lively girl of about eleven who greeted them enthusiastically. “Hello!! Welcome! I’m Alliasta! The only child in this house!” she said, making Fred laugh a little. He was also the only child in his home, but today there would be two of them in this one.

“Hello, dear! Thank you for receiving us,” said Fred’s mother, Lydia, stepping forward with a smile. “Where are your parents?” Fred took his father’s hand and peeked curiously into the house, his blue eyes bright with anticipation. “How are you?” said Gareth, his deep voice warm and welcoming. With that, he gave the boy’s hand a gentle squeeze, encouraging him to step forward. Fred smiled uncertainly but friendly and gave a small wave. “Hi!”

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| Interacting with: @Alliasta Holista |

Ability: Lovely Creature| Calming Presence|Chasers Interception
Word Count400

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| Date: Someday in 2023 | Word count: 498 |
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As soon as Frederick’s gaze met Alliasta’s, who was energetically inviting them inside, gesturing and talking without pause, he noticed something about the girl that filled him with curiosity: she had one eye of each color, the left amber and the right blue. He definitely planned to ask her why. Did she know some sort of special magic to make her eyes like that? He wondered as he followed along, still holding his father’s hand without realizing it, crossing the threshold and moving through the living room.

Practically shooed forward by Alliasta, Lydia and Gareth laughed at the girl’s attitude and soon headed toward her parents, chatting animatedly as they entered the kitchen. Frederick, meanwhile, tried to follow them, but Alliasta blocked him, stopping right in front of him and making him halt. He craned his neck to watch his parents disappear into the other room and was now left only with the muffled voices of the adults. Fred looked back at the girl before him, who seemed to continue speaking a thousand words per minute, still gesturing wildly. Out of all the questions she fired at him — “So you’re the only child in your family huh? What about your other family members? Are they large? How old are you? What’s your name? Oh, do you have a pet? Do you like my house?” — he managed to regain focus only toward the end, opening his mouth and letting out an uncertain sound before he began replying. “Uhhhm… my name is Frederick, Frederick Buckley.” It was the only one he managed to answer.

Before he could say anything more, Alliasta jumped back in and resumed speaking, this time stating the obvious: she was very excited about the Buckleys’ visit. What was funny about her enthusiasm was that it was so contagious it seemed to be rubbing off on Fred. The boy was excited too, of course, he hadn’t stopped talking for the entire trip, but once they arrived at the Holista house, the talkative girl had momentarily intimidated him. Following Alliasta’s lead, Fred continued, “Yes. My name is Frederick, but you can call me Fred if you want. And, umm…” Trying to recall the other questions she had asked, he paused and scratched his forehead. “I’m nine years old.” He concluded, satisfied enough. They might have to start over, and Alliasta would have to ask the other things again if she truly wanted to know.

He watched as the girl darted quickly into the kitchen and returned with a bowl of cookies in hand. While he waited, he looked around, observing the details of the house, different from his own, yet similar in some ways. Fred’s eyes sparkled when he saw the various cookie shapes; he loved sweets like these. When she began talking again, Fred already felt more at ease and laughed when the girl mentioned her ferret, who liked to sleep on people’s heads. “Cool! I’ve never met a ferret. Can we go see him?”

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| Interacting with: @Alliasta Holista |

Ability: Lovely Creature| Calming Presence|Chasers Interception
Word Count341