Heather Potter // Potterverse AU // Barways

[mm_crusader]

There are advantages to having been Sorted to Slytherin - even when you're the Girl Who Lived and therefore constantly getting Howlers and other assorted forms of hate mail from disappointed former Gryffindors who expected you to join their ranks. Foremost among those advantages is having a Head of House who liked your mother a lot and enjoys

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[auror_black]

There's a sixth-year Gryffindor in another booth, but not a familiar one. This one has very long dark hair, and long gangly limbs to match. Anne still hasn't completely filled out. At the moment, she's hunched over a charms text, while twirling a Beater bat idly. Every so often, she swears, and something explodes.

[mm_crusader]

Heather is accustomed to associating explosions with Gryffindor Beaters. See also 'Weasley Twins.'

Therefore, when she peers over the top of Anne's booth and takes in the scene in front of her, there's no real surprise at all, though she does feel some pleasure at the sight of another witch here. "Hullo," she says, and holds up her Potions text by way of ID. "Not my best subject, Charms, but if you want to talk the problem through..."

[auror_black]

"Ahhah." Anne laughs a bit. "I know exactly what the problem is. I'm just too lazy to be arsed to do anything about it." She eyes a pile of ash, waving her wand and turning it back into a pile of papers. "I'm mostly just doing theory study and hoping that somehow I'll stop exploding everything." She smiles, somehow missing the resemblance to Lily. "Haven't seen you around, but I've seen people in here from just about any time imaginable. I'm Anne."

[mm_crusader]

"Heather Potter. Slytherin, class of 1998," Heather says helpfully. "You may know me from such films as 'What in the name of Merlin is a Potter doing in Slytherin?' and 'Let's all send her hate mail because she's not a clone of her parents.'"

Heather may be a bit bitter.

[hermit_of]

Some time ago, there were sex-swapping mints available at the bar. Blaise is nothing if not an opportunist; she gathered a stash of them for herself at the time, and keeps them here. (She can't exactly make use of them at Hogwarts - it'd be the sort of thing that draws attention - but here? People might be surprised she likes making use of the things, sure, but it'll do until she leaves school and can do something more permanent.)
She's at a table in Heather's line of sight (the presence of someone else in her House worried her, at first, until she sussed out that they're likely not of the same time; she knows most of Slytherin on sight, after all), working on an Arithmancy essay. And occasionally glancing in Heather's direction.
What? She appreciates a fit girl as much as the next... person who appreciates fit girls.

[mm_crusader]

The glancing is mutual - Heather has noted a resemblance to the Blaise she knows, and is wondering if this is the famous Black Widow mother that everyone knows about but nobody talks about.

She peers out over the top of the Potions book at the same time that Blaise is looking her way, and deems it prudent to lower the book and smile. "Up Slytherin," she says quietly. "I'm Heather."

[hermit_of]

She smiles at that. "Indeed." Their House is good for a few things, after all.
There's a moment's hesitation before she introduces herself - weighing her options and deciding she may as well not hide, here. It's not as though they're in the same Hogwarts at the same time, after all.
"Blaise. Good to meet you."

[mm_crusader]

"....likewise," Heather says, visibly surprised by 'Blaise.' "What's your surname? Mine's Potter. Class of '98."

This is about to get very interesting.

[notricksyet]

[OOC: I have this Gryffindor Seeker, who's originally from canon + a few. Would you like her to be from your universe - and if so, shall I make a contemporary?]

[mm_crusader]

[OOC: Canonmates would be fun, but I apologize in advance...Heather's somewhat disdainful of Gryffindors and she still plays Seeker so they'd be rivals....which just makes it more fun, really, right? :D]

[notricksyet]

[OOC: Oh no worries. Leah can hold her own :)]

[notricksyet]

The bar door opens to the noise of a loudly celebratory common room, and someone backs into the bar, right in the middle of dancing like a loon. Leah still has her Quidditch gear on, and she's actually throwing the horns at someone who can't be seen as the door swings closed.

She glances up and around, but is too much of good mood to let the sudden appearance of a bar throw her off her beat.

She even sees Heather, and acknowledges her with a smirk and a jerk of her boyish hips in that direction as she heads towards the bar.

[mm_crusader]

Heather scowls in dislike at the Gryffindor Seeker who has only managed to beat her to the Snitch once.

(There were Dementors. It so doesn't count.)

Ugh. Ross. Of all the people to show up.

"If this bar is going to keep spitting Gryffindors at me, I'll have to complain to the management," she says, just loudly enough for Leah to hear.

[notricksyet]

That may be the case, but remember two years ago when that didn't even win them the game? Leahs's a better captain than she is a Seeker.

Before she gets onto the barstool she spins around, and holds her first two fingers to her lips where she blows Potter a kiss then flicks her fingers out into a V-sign.

"Nice to see you too, Potter," she trills.

[mm_crusader]

Heather scowls darkly.

Then smirks and hums 'Weasley is our King.'

"Just a matter of time, Ross."

[auror_black]

As his mother else-thread is too brain-broken at a sensible Lucius and a dead Regulus, yet another sixteen-year-old Gryffindor wanders by, muttering to himself about a rather complicated potion. He looks over at the red-haired girl, paying no attention to clothing or robes, and smiles off-handedly. "Hi, Aunt Lily" He then moves on to a table where a cauldron is set up, and starts in making someting.

[mm_crusader]

Heather looks up sharply, surprised. "Excuse me? What did you just call me?"

It's actually the first time she's been called by her dead mother's name. Which is a little surprising, all things considered.

[auror_black]

"Er." Kevin actually looks up. "Uh... sorry." He turns bright red. "I, uh, thought you were my aunt. Sorry. You look a lot like her. Um." And oddly, a bit like his boyfriend. That's kinda freaky.

[mm_crusader]

"....Lily was my mother's name...I'm, er, Heather. Heather Potter...I'm told I look like her..."

Oh, this is going to be interesting.