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Dec 6, 2016 8:29:15 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Dec 6, 2016 8:29:15 GMT -7
Seeing how excited Mrs. Potter got about hearing Dusti played was slightly unnerving and startled Dusti a little, her eyes widening just s touch before relaxing. She didn't smile, not really, but there was a ghost of one finally tugging at the corners of her lips. "You played chaser." Dusti noted quietly. Of course she knew that.
Being asked if she wanted to play professionally was met with a shrug of her shoulders. "I don't know." She answered truthfully. It'd never been that appealing to play professionally, being in the spotlight like that. That wasn't to say she didn't like Quidditch, she just wasn't sure if she liked the idea of people trying to find out who she was. She was a loner, and being in the spotlight like that... it just might drive her crazy.
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Dec 6, 2016 8:49:37 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Dec 6, 2016 8:49:37 GMT -7
“You played Chaser.”
She might not have had any recollection of the time that she had spent as a member of the Harpies, though Ginny had known that much. Nodding again, she had to say that she was happy that Dusti seemed to know about her past. As distant as Albus often seemed to be, it meant that he had actually spoken to Dusti about her.
In response to the question about whether or not she, too, planned to play Quidditch professionally, Dusti shrugged. “I don't know.” It wasn't for everyone, though Dusti must have been quite good to be chosen as Captain; it wasn't a role that just anyone could hold.
“You've got a few months,” Ginny encouraged, mindful of how any perception that she or Harry were trying to force their middle child down any one career path had gone over with Albus. “What do your parents think?”
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Dec 6, 2016 9:05:43 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Dec 6, 2016 9:05:43 GMT -7
To be honest, Dusti hadn't given much thought about her future until this year. Never really considered what sort of future she wanted. She'd been to busy just wanting to make sure she wasn't like her parents. She'd been starting to consider healing though. She had a knack for it, and she'd like to be able to actually do something good, almost as if it might help balance out how terrible her parents were.
Speaking of her parents, Mrs. Potter had just mentioned them, asking what they thought. There was an immediate, and very obvious change in Dusti's demeanor. What did her parents think? Oh, that was an easy one. "It doesn't matter what they think." she deathly quietly responded, her gaze icy once more, her barely whisper just as cold and void of any real emotion. If her parents had their way, she'd be married off for their own personal gain and they'd be rid of her.
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Dec 8, 2016 20:18:09 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Dec 8, 2016 20:18:09 GMT -7
“It doesn't matter what they think.”
“Oh,” Ginny replied quietly, realizing that she must have misspoken. “It's alright. I'm not sure my older son knows what he's doing, and he left school last year.” That might not have been the reassurance that Dusti had wanted to hear, but it was as much as she could reasonably offer her.
Hesitating as she did, Ginny spoke kindly to Dusti. Remembering that Marcus Flint must have been her father, that begged a question that had the potential to become quite uncomfortable. “What do they want you to do?” she asked. Unless Marcus had changed substantially, there was no telling.
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Jan 30, 2017 8:00:26 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Jan 30, 2017 8:00:26 GMT -7
Thankfully Mrs. Potter brought up James quickly, changing the topic from her parents with our any fuss. Dusti's demeanor relaxed, silently grateful that the matter wasn't being pushed. Still, Dusti didn't actually know James that well. He and Albus had never gotten along much so she'd never felt a need to get to know her boyfriend's brother.
At least... she'd thought the topic of her parents had moved on. If hadn't. Because our od no where Mrs. Potter asked what her parents wanted her to do. Immediately she looked away and swallowed hard. What her parents wanted her to do. A fate she'd been fighting her whole life. "An arranged marriage." she whispered, unable to speak any louder. She was a pawn, a way to increase their own social standing. To create an alliance. Her siblings were all in the same boat, except Raleigh. His fiancé had died. Dusti's was very much alive, though neither of them had any intention of marrying each other.
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Jan 30, 2017 17:50:55 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Jan 30, 2017 17:50:55 GMT -7
Ginny nodded sympathetically. Being the so-called “blood traitor” that she was, she had never had the risk of an arranged marriage looming over her like a dark cloud. “I'm sorry,” she told Dusti with a frown, noticing how quietly she had revealed it to her. She knew that there wasn't much that she could do to help, and she couldn't imagine forcing any of her children into a situation like that.
“Don't let them stop you from playing Quidditch,” Ginny advised her nonetheless, “if that's what you want to do.” It wasn't any secret that playing Quidditch at the professional level could be quite lucrative; if Dusti was at risk of being disowned for choosing to follow the direction that she wanted, she would still be able to support herself, which was fortunate.
“You're clearly quite good if you're the captain, Dusti,” she reminded her. “Teams don't recruit Keepers as often as Chasers or even Beaters, of course, but you've got a chance.”
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Feb 2, 2017 7:56:05 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Feb 2, 2017 7:56:05 GMT -7
Dusti shook her head and laughed at the thought. Playing quidditch professionally. She already knew it was to public for her. But she also knew her mother would probably try to exploit it somehow. Somehow, someway it would become about Pansy, everything always was. Her mother would do everything in her power to claim the spotlight that came with the job. "Maybe." she finally answered, but it wasn't very decisive. "Al's more certain about after graduation plans than I am." she added. Al had known he wanted to be an Auror for a while. Dusti? She didn't want to work for the Ministry. Politics and polite smiles masking what was really there. She'd had enough of that in her life already.
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Feb 2, 2017 11:47:08 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Feb 2, 2017 11:47:08 GMT -7
That Dusti shook her head and laughed at the suggestion that she had given her was something that Ginny took as being a strange reaction at first. But the girl probably hadn't had the option, Ginny realized, to consider a life other than one of being a dutiful wife—or whatever happened to be the pure-blood argument du jour—to someone who was either older than she or just as unprepared for entering into marriage as she, possibly a combination of both.
“Maybe,” she considered, then added that Albus had a better idea of what he planned to do with his life than she did with hers.
“Astoria Malfoy is Head of Slytherin House,” Ginny said, “isn't she?” She would be able to navigate the purist ideology, and it was her job to advise students on their career options. Advising anyone to speak with Draco Malfoy's wife about anything still felt like some sort of alternate reality to Ginny, but neither Draco nor Astoria were as she would have expected them to turn out, on the basis of name alone. “You could speak with her?” she suggested. Astoria would know what jobs were the best fit for her and the marks that she had achieved.
“If you're interested in working for the Daily Prophet, I've got connections there, too.” Harry would need to help her with the specifics—being that she couldn't actually recall who had been responsible for what—but she had enough clout to get Dusti somewhere, even if that was as an intern.
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Feb 2, 2017 18:36:28 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Feb 2, 2017 18:36:28 GMT -7
Dusti looked back at her boyfriend's mother when she mentioned the Head of Slytherin, an eyebrow raised. Professor Malfoy, help with the situation? Not likely. No, Dusti would figure it out on her own. Just like she did everything else. She'd done fine on her own up until now. Things had always worked out when she relied on herself and not others. Her 'career' and future plans shouldn't change that.
But exactly what those plans were... Well, she was pretty sure Albus would be a part of them. Especially considering what he'd mentioned to her during the summer. "I'll keep that in mind." She did know writing or reporting wasn't a real option either. Again, just too much spotlight for her taste. But hey, if she didn't figure it out she could just become just as big of a disapointment as her brother to her parents and work at a bar.
Right then she noticed that the line was finally moving. "It... was nice to meet you.." She muttered as it became Mrs. Potter's turn to approach the register. Never again did she want to get stuck in a line right behind her boyfriend's parents.
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