ASTRID ALVA ABRAHAMSSON
DURMSTRANG ALUM MAGIZOOLOGIST CRYOMANCER
143 posts
played by ana
all your dreams are made when you're chained to the mirror and the razor blade
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last online Oct 16, 2023 13:05:02 GMT -7
STUDYING ABROAD
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Feb 20, 2022 6:21:32 GMT -7
Post by ASTRID ALVA ABRAHAMSSON on Feb 20, 2022 6:21:32 GMT -7
12 December 2026
Astrid huddled against the chill of the December day, though she was used to far worse. In Sweden, this time of year the woods would be blanketed in snow, the mercury plummeting into the negatives, the winter sun winking playfully off the frozen lakes. Astrid had always preferred the winter months - perhaps because her birthday was in winter, or perhaps because of her affinity for snow and ice. Either way, Sweden's winter, though frigid, was much better compared to the dull grey skies of London, the perpetual chilly mist that clung to the bones long after being warmed by the fireside.
Tove had invited Astrid to the pub for a drink for her birthday - Astrid had never been one to celebrate much, especially not with anyone but Ana. But Tove was acceptable in Astrid's eyes. They'd been in Durmstrang together, and Tove hadn't held it against her that she had been a muggleborn. Perhaps her acceptance was born of her friendship with Ana Karkaroff, but either way, it worked well enough for Astrid. She wouldn't say the girls were particularly close, but then again, it took much too much work and effort to become particularly close to Astrid.
Astrid pushed open the heavy wooden door of the Violet Hound - she knew she was likely to see Rhys there and she absolutely did not. But she hadn't been able to come up with an acceptable excuse. One glance around the pub however proved that Astrid was safe, at least for the moment. Rhys wasn't there, but neither was Tove. "Can I have a lemonade please?" asked Astrid to the bartender, a tiny brunette thing with wide eyes and thick lashes. She smiled and nodded, fixing her right up with her drink. Astrid drifted over to a table by the window, sitting at the chair and wondering how so much of her life had lead her to moments in bars like this.
@tove
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Feb 22, 2022 11:55:38 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Feb 22, 2022 11:55:38 GMT -7
Tove didn't have many friends. Her circle was small, for good reason. Being a Krok meant certain expectations, first and foremost it meant keeping the family safe. From everyone. So, the circle of friends that they had was either all just surface level and nothing deep, or they were a part of a particular group that was vetted for years before being privvy to the information of the Krok name. This particular friend that Tove was meeting, was one that she was happy to have on the inner circle. The Karkaroff's were a given family friend, one that was born for years, and only solidified due to Casimir and Bjorn's friendship. This friend was one that Tove forged herself, not on the wings of her brother. Astrid Abrahamsson was one of the few that Tove knew she could trust wholeheartedly. It was hard to find friends like that. Sure, they both had Ana Karkaroff, but Ana and Tove had a friendship that was just given. Ana knew about the Krok business because of her brother, it wasn't something that Tove divulged herself. That's why Astrid was particularly special to Tove. Which, it was Astrid's birthday, and Tove had insisted that they meet for a drink and to catch up. It had been a few months since they saw each other last. Between work and life in general, things had fallen to the wayside. Yet, there Tove was, running late, per usual. She quickly walked toward the Violet Hound Pub, her heels clicking against the pavement as she made her way. Even though she had nothing to prove to Astrid, she still dressed the part. Black slacks, a tight scarlett corset, black heels, a gold necklace and earrings. She had to make sure she looked perfect in every sense, never knowing just who they may run into, even at the pub she always frequented. There was a small black box in her hand, a gift for Astrid. She walked into the pub and examined the half empty room, spotting the blonde against the window. Tove smiled, one that was neither a mask nor forced, a genuine smile, and made her way toward Astrid. She placed the box in front of her friend, sitting in the chair beside her, and flicking up two fingers to the bartender. It was pretty bad that they knew her order. "Happy birthday, beautiful." Tove looked at Astrid, glancing at the box. "I do hope you like it." The girl had the same taste as Tove it seemed in the jewelry department, the finer things always a taste they desired.
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ASTRID ALVA ABRAHAMSSON
DURMSTRANG ALUM MAGIZOOLOGIST CRYOMANCER
143 posts
played by ana
all your dreams are made when you're chained to the mirror and the razor blade
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last online Oct 16, 2023 13:05:02 GMT -7
STUDYING ABROAD
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Mar 21, 2022 3:18:09 GMT -7
Post by ASTRID ALVA ABRAHAMSSON on Mar 21, 2022 3:18:09 GMT -7
Despite their difference in age, Astrid found Tove rather refreshing. Another pureblood like Ana, but so unalike in composure. Tove was free spirited and everything opposite of Astrid. It was the reason she didn't call on the girl often - she was a bit much for her to handle. Their unlikely friendship had been forged not out of necessity, but sort of like opposite magnets attracting. Astrid begrudgingly agreed to a drink with Tove for her birthday, despite not wanting to celebrate at all.
As per usual, Astrid arrived first at the pub. Whereas timeliness ran in her blood, forced into from a young age where music and appearances were far more important than desires, Tove had no such notions. Astrid had been able to sit and order a drink and flip mindlessly through her phone of pictures of herself and Kal before Tove flitted through the doors in a rush of delicious perfume and tight clothing. Astrid couldn't help but grin - she was reminded again of how different they were, when she and Ana were so similar. Tove's smile was genuine and infectious, and Astrid rose to greet her. She dropped a kiss on Tove's cheek. "Thank you," said Astrid, touching the small black box that Tove placed before her.
"Shall I open it now?" asked Astrid. The waif of a bartender dropped Tove's drink on the stained wooden table before them. "I'm sure I will. How have you been? What boyfriend number are you on now?" asked Astrid, a small smile playing on her lips. Where Astrid and Ana had always been rather reserved, once again, Tove was the opposite. She flaunted her beauty and seduced men left, right and centre. Tove had regaled the girls with many of her stories, and despite being younger than Astrid, had years more experience. Astrid had shared some detail of her relationship with Kal with Tove, but not much more than the fact that he was a druid, and also worked in magical creatures. She knew that Tove would lose it if she found out the size of him.
@tove
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