Primavera Bobinski (the Dead trilogy, Richard Calder)

[missprimavera]

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[big_broomstick]

Miss, I mean this in the nicest way, but you're kinda scary.

[missprimavera]

Of course you mean it in a nice way. You're a nice boy. Want a choccy?

[big_broomstick]

Thanks, but me mum always taught me not to take chocolate from assassins. So, uh, have you ever tried flying before? I think Hufflepuff might need some Quidditch players. Or Slytherin, maybe.

[missprimavera]

*looks thoughtful* The Big Sisters can fly. *bites her lip* But I can't really do that yet. Do you know a different way of flying?

[dice_addict]

...Infect? Human Front? And whose blood is in the chocolates? And what's the Big Weird?

Sorry for all the questions, but I'm a curious little boy. *smiles lightly*

[missprimavera]

Infect. Spread the doll-plague. *quotes reverently* A doll's purpose lies in passing on her software. But it's like I told Iggy ... *looks wistful* None of us wants to be dolls. We all want to be real girls, no matter what we say.

Anyway Meta hasn't made it to this world yet. Which is why I'm here. So you're safe, all of you, even from me. *allows her smile to show just a hint of sharp teeth*

The Human Front ... they want to kill us, all the dolls, all the girls who are becoming dolls. Medicineheads. *spits on the ground ... her spittle spontaneously combusts*

And the blood in the chocolates is all from willing donors. Titania's doll-junkies. I'm really being very generous to share them, you know. You can't get them in the Big Weird -- that's the part of Bangkok where I lived and worked. Before Iggy decided to escape. And then I decided to ... escape.

You are curious, aren't you? But so pretty. Your eyes are as green as a doll's.

[dice_addict]

Welll, I'm glad to know we're safe, then. *half smile* No offense, but I don't feel like being a doll. I like being human.

*blinks at the combusting spittle, makes mental note to avoid bodily contact with her* And if you eat chocolates with blood in them, does that make you some sort of vampire? We have vampires here. They're pretty cool.

And who's Iggy?

*laughs lightly, ducks head and smiles up at her, bright and beautiful* I am as curious as I am pretty. One of the two will end up killing me, but thank you for the compliment.

[missprimavera]

*laughs, a touch of bitterness to it, but it's melodic* Some people call us vampires. Because we bite.

We don't live off blood though. Mostly sweets.

Iggy ... I guess you could call him my best friend. My only friend. I'm not very good at being a friend

What is it they say? Live fast, die young, leave a pretty corpse?

[waste_lock]

You're... disgusting.

[missprimavera]

*shrugs* You know what they say about people who live in glass houses.

[batsmarts]

That they should be careful about where they undress?

[missprimavera]

*smiles* That too, but would you really want to see him undress?

[perfect_company]

You're a very pretty young girl. You would do well in Slytherin.

[missprimavera]

*smiles* I'm glad you think so. Are you also in Slytherin?

[perfect_company]

Yes, I am. It tends to be the House for women who are not quite as wholesome as most students would prefer.

[missprimavera]

People call dolls a lot of things. Wholesome definitely isn't one of them.

[mistressshirley]

*frowns*
My... how dour.
Have you any friends, Miss Bobinski? I do find they work quite well should your mood need lifting.

[missprimavera]

You remind me of the girls in school who didn't turn into dolls. The ones who threw things at us. The ones who'll grow up to join the Human Front and get fat and lumpy and get knocked up by their husbands who've fallen prey to the allure ... and the last laugh will be on them, when their babies grow up to be dolls.

Just like me.

I have plenty of friends. Sisters. Not here, but not negligible. And any one of them could eat you for breakfast, if she thought you wouldn't taste just awful.

[mistressshirley]

*looks affronted*
I'll have you know that I was offering to befriend you. I have no particular desire to become a...a... doll, whatever that is. I had only your interests in mind.

*face softens*

Oh, and I did not mean to offend you, Miss. I've been called foolish more than once for speaking my mind when I ought to hold my tongue, and I fear now more than ever that it shall be the undoing of me. Marilla always did say that what you think of a person upon the first meeting will remain with you for-ever, and I would so despise myself if you were to think of me badly for one foolish word. Do forgive me! *looks worried*
You are very lovely, I think.

[missprimavera]

*not at all mollified, but decides she may as well pretend to be*

I'm glad you think so. It's not my doing though. Really, all dolls look the same, or mostly the same. All lovely.