Finding out where Tristan got buried had been easy. Finding a way to get to it, however, had taken a heavy load of petitioning, planning, and paperwork. Jelly had not enjoyed maneuvering permission to leave Hogwarts out of Midas so in the end she had settle for ignoring the matter as diplomatically as possible. After all, he made it implicitly clear that she was not to leave while school was in session. Jelly decided to translate that as “she was not to leave Europe while school was in session” because, hey, why sweat the details of one word or two?
“Take me down, little Charming, take me down; I know you think you’re the prince of the underground.” She walked through the cemetery, hands in her pockets, footsteps quick and sure, braid swinging. Her knapsack was slung over one shoulders, its contents guarded from damage by a thick scarf and Tupperware. “And you can send me dead flowers every morning. Send me dead flowers by the mail.” Jelly hopped over a crumbling tombstone.
”Send me dead flowers to my wedding, and I won’t
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Julian heard someone singing and turned his head. Who would sing in such a place? An eyebrow shot up when he saw and recognised the girl from the infirmary. Midas' niece.
"He didn't," the man replied, not hiding his astonishment. "Miss Ashworth if I recall correctly." He extended a hand. "What brings you to this part of England?"
“Jelly, if you please, monsieur du Lac. And I brought myself.” She shrugged, adjusting the knapsack’s strap with one gloved hand. “Though there was a portkey, a cousin, a lot’a nimble talking, and a train ride involved along the way. You didn’t exactly bury the boy at the pinnacle of convenience.”
Green eyes sharp, Jelly considered the man in front of her. After a moment, she shrugged and swung down her bag. “If he didn’t then why do you? The lilies, I mean; who’s their target?”
Julian studied the girl in front of him. "Lilies seemed appropriate," he said, slipping a hand into his pocket, "and we didn't think he'd have visitors." A small smile tugged at the corner of his lips.
"You went through quite some trouble to get here. I had no idea you and my son were that close." The man eyed her knapsack. "Bringing food again?"
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“Take me down, little Charming, take me down; I know you think you’re the prince of the underground.” She walked through the cemetery, hands in her pockets, footsteps quick and sure, braid swinging. Her knapsack was slung over one shoulders, its contents guarded from damage by a thick scarf and Tupperware. “And you can send me dead flowers every morning. Send me dead flowers by the mail.” Jelly hopped over a crumbling tombstone.
”Send me dead flowers to my wedding, and I won’t ( ... )
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"He didn't," the man replied, not hiding his astonishment. "Miss Ashworth if I recall correctly." He extended a hand. "What brings you to this part of England?"
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Green eyes sharp, Jelly considered the man in front of her. After a moment, she shrugged and swung down her bag. “If he didn’t then why do you? The lilies, I mean; who’s their target?”
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"You went through quite some trouble to get here. I had no idea you and my son were that close." The man eyed her knapsack. "Bringing food again?"
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