--- YOUR TOUCH IS SO MAGIC TO ME , freddie.

[daisy violet carmichael]

I BET THAT I COULD MAKE YOU BELIEVE ,

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Daisy logged off AIM and snapped her laptop shut, her right hand hovering over it for a few moments. She had just arranged a pool party with Freddie, and he was coming over to help set up, and tidy, etc. He was the one bringing all the alcohol, as well. Well, they were seventeen, were they not? Alcohol was needed to make a party a party, and Freddie always had a (nearly) unlimited supply because of his amazingly carefree, wonderful Dad. Freddie's Dad, George, was amazing, really amazing. Well, at least he was in Daisy's eyes. Compared to her uptight dad, who thinks the very thought of his daughter drinking alcohol before she was twenty-nine was preposterous. She was of age, after all, but he didn't seem to care. Luckily, though, Eddie and Lavender had decided to take a long weekend break in New York, and shipped Daisy's two sisters off to Aunt Parvati's for the weekend. That left Daisy in her house, all alone. It was a welcome break from the usual rioting that happened if Daisy wanted a party at her house. Her sisters would argue, saying they never got a party, her parents would refuse to buy alcohol and the place got trashed - or was that just the last party. The last one - a New Year's Party - was a nightmare, with Freddie and James upturning her four-seater couch and 'couch-surfing' on it, before pouring butterbeer on one another. Needless to say it went on the couch, and on the floor as well. Eddie and Lavender had not been pleased with the stains it had left in the carpet, and Daisy had a made an extremely hungover Freddie come and help tidy, since he'd been the source of the problem in the first place. James, mysteriously, had been unreachable on that occassion, although she'd tried her damnest to get him. He'd be cleaning up this time, no matter what.

Daisy put her laptop on her bedroom desk, looking down in distaste as what she was wearing; a pair of tracksuit bottoms and a ratty old teeshirt. If Freddie was coming over, she'd have to change into something a little more ... suitable, she thought. Even though Freddie was her best friend and he'd seen her a lot worse than this, she still liked to make herself a little bit better looking for him. She'd developed a crush on Freddie in Fourth Year, and it sort of became fully-blown last year, when he came more of a man than a boy. She'd never do anything about it though, she didn't have the brawn of a Gryffindor to go ahead and make a move. He didn't feel the same way about her, Daisy was positive. Why would a gorgeous, popular, amazing guy like Freddie like little old Daisy, whose most charming quality were her brains? He wouldn't, that was the answer. Daisy wasn't too sure what type Freddie liked, but everything she wasn't was probably it. Blonde, tall, and beautiful, the same as every other male on this freakin' Earth. Daisy walked into her closet, twirling a strand of dark hair around her finger, wondering what to wear. She was having a pool party, what was she supposed to wear? A posh dress wouldn't do. She looked for a swimming costume first, that would be a crucial item. Freddie was teaching her how to surf, and Daisy couldn't help but feel excited. Surfing seemed like a pretty awesome Muggle sport, even though some Muggle sports were weird, like cricket. Daisy couldn't get cricket if her life depended on it. She dug out her one-piece, but it was small, bright green and bobbly. Daisy sighed, chucking it in the corner. She picked up her white-and-green striped bikini. It was flattering, and Daisy loved it, but she wasn't sure if it was apporpriate for her party. She put it on, and sighed. It was the only thing that was going to fit. She found a nautical blue-and-white striped dress and chucked that over it. It looked better, and not so revealing. When it came to Freddie teaching her to surf, however ...

She ran downstairs, jumping the last two, bending her knees as she landed on the carpet. She padded through the living room, fixing things here and there, tidying up as she went along. She was like that in life, always tidying up. Her mother loved that side of her, the side that was tidy. She hated the side that was slobby, the kinda side that usually came out when at school; Daisy blamed it on the influence of her dorm mates. They were slobby, and so clothes and makeup and accessories were usually flung this way and that around their dorm. It was easier, sometimes, to be like that than contiunilly tidy. She picked up a daisy that she had found and stuck it behind her ear, getting into the party mood. She had some paper plates and cups from last time, and her parents had gone overboard with buying food to last Daisy the weekend while they were away; they probably knew Freddie was going to be spending a lot of time over the weekend keeping Daisy company, and he ate a lot. A terrific understatement. The fireplace opposite her started to splutter, signalling that Freddie was about to arrive. Daisy gasped, fixed her hair in the conveiently-placed mirror, and started acting natural for his arrival. She said she was going to be tidying, so she did.

TAGGED[/color] gage aka freddie!
TEMPLATE[/color] me.
LYRICS[/color] love, sex and magic ciara.
WORDS[/color] enough.
OUTFIT[/color] clickth and clickth.
NOTES[/color] pool party ftw!
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[freddie weasley]

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I'M GONNA GO THERE WITH MY MEMORIES.
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NO ESCAPE

It had been less than three minutes after closing their Aim chat, that Freddie bounded from his bedroom desk towards his closet. Digging through piles upon piles of discarded clothing, old joke shop items, used up parchment from school and loads of other random things, he found his swimming shorts. They were nearly brand new looking, and quite stylish if he did say so. Hardly ever used since his mother put a ban on using the floo networks to hit all the major world beaches. Apparently she thought Freddie had spent a little too much time on the Californian coast when he could have been doing something productive at home. Honestly, the woman didn't understand him. One would think after marrying George Weasley, she'd have expected her son to turn out like him. Alas, it must have been a sad day of realization for Angelina Weasley when her son proved to out-dare his father in every way imaginable. Pulling the shorts on, Freddie grabbed a simple white t-shirt that had the sleeves cut off, and tied a white bandana around his mess of hair. He had to get over to Weasley's Wizard Wheezes and get any drink they may need. Poor Daisy didn't realize it, but this party would far outweigh the last. In fact, Freddie had learned a fantastic spell that could conjur wicked waves from her pool. Sometimes he felt a bit awful about the stunts he pulled that would get his friend into trouble...then he remembers how much fun they all have during.

Hoisting his rucksack over his shoulder with his change of clothing for the later hours of the evening, Freddie bounded down the stairs quickly. Strangely enough, no one seemed to home this afternoon. Had they all honestly forgotten about him? Maybe they thought it best to leave him alone while he was in such a quiet state? Well, their loss really. Of course he'd leave word of where he was off to, but not much else. Scrawling a few lines on separate pieces of parchment, he sent one out to Rose, and another to James. They could spread word throughout the rest of the family about the party and all that it entailed. Sending those two off with his owl, he wrote another note and left it on the dining room table for his parents. Of course, he didn't say he was throwing a party, rather he was going to be at Daisy's for the evening "hanging out." With the click of the front door behind him, Freddie apparated to the store. Everything was in the back room at the store. His father kept a supply of fire whiskey just in case of those long lonely nights during inventory. Along with the whiskey were a few select choices of alcohol from the muggle realm as well. Freddie had never tried those before, but he was always willing. Grabbing a couple cases to start, he figured he could always come back for more if they needed it.

Freddie proceded to the fireplace at the back of the store. Apparating himself and a few objects was one thing. Apparating himself and two cases of heavy liquor bottles was a completely different thing. No, the floo network would be best, and Daisy was already expecting him. Once the fire was going, Freddie stepped inside the pit, placing the boxes next to him in the ash. Taking a handful of floo powder, he shouted, "Daisy Carmichael's House!" and he was off in a flash of green. Freddie grinned as the world stopped spinning and he was once again in Daisy's living room. A living room he had caused so much trouble in before. "Oh Repunzal, Repunzal...help me lift these heavy boxes!" He stepped forth from the fireplace, brushing the soot and ash from his thinly clad body. He began pulling the boxes from the fireplace and set them on the mat placed next to the hearth implicitly for this reason. With a satisfied smile, Freddie turned to face his friend fully. "Told you I'd come through. Freddie Weasley at your service, ma'am."

TAGS;; Daisy!
WORDS;; 809
MUSIC;; Nothing. Watching Jumanji
OUTFIT;; CLICK
CREDITS;; layout by STEP AND GO ! of CAUTION 2.0

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[daisy violet carmichael]

I BET THAT I COULD MAKE YOU BELIEVE ,

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Growing up, life had been a rollercoaster for Daisy. It had been full of good times, bad times, worrying times, and giggly times. Born in Manlia in the Philippines, she'd been the unwanted child of a fifteen-year-old Filipino witch and a eighteen-year-old muggle British tourist, a student on his gap year. Of course, her father had vanished without a trace, and Daisy knew he didn't even know she existed. Many would have been angered, maybe even upset by this, but for Daisy it was the best way. He wasn't her father, in her eyes. Her mother, rather than abort her, decided to give birth to Daisy. She was planning on keeping the baby, bringing her up as well as she could. However, Daisy's mother, Mayia Ambroz, had a problem. Her parents were strictly Christian and were ashamed that their daughter had become pregnant before she'd gotten married; even more angry, furious even, when they realised it was a British tourist's baby. They could not force her to abort the baby, but they could force her to get it adopted since Mayia was still technically a minor. With a heavy heart, Mayia agreed, and brought Daisy to term. She gave birth to her in a Wizarding Filipino hospital in Manlia, just like a normal witch would. The hospital staff didn't treat her any differently. When Daisy was born at 2:56am on June 21st 2004, Mayia refused to hold her daughter, or even look at her. She knew that if she did, she'd never be able to give her up. So Daisy, named Daisina by hospital staff (because they thought she looked like a 'little flower') was given to the local wizarding orphanage, as requested by Mayia. Mayia left hospital depressed, and never really looked back. (If anyone's wondering, Maylia is now married and has two sons and a daughter. She doesn't really care about Daisy that much anymore, and doesn't think about her often).

So Daisy lived in a magical Filipino orphanage for the first month of her life. It wasn't the best start to life, and as the orphange was the only magical one in Manlia, it housed all the orphaned magical kids and was overcrowded to say the least. Luckily, Daisy can't remember, obviously. Eddie Carmichael and his wife, Lavender Carmichael nee Brown, decided after marrying to adopt a child. Lavender was still awfully vain and didn't want to lose her slim figure. So Eddie, wanting so desperately to please his wife, took her to the Phillippines to adopt a disadvantaged child there. They went to the first magical orphange they saw, and in that orphange the third child they saw was one-month-old Daisina. They fell in love with her staight away, from the moment they held her. It tooks three weeks for all the necessary paperwork to be filled out and for the adoption to become legal (apparently, these things take just as long in the wizarding world as they do in the muggle world) they took their daughter back to their home in Exeter, England. All the family fell in love with Daisina just as quickly as Eddie and Lavender had. They decided to change their daughter's name to Daisy, as Lavender frankly didn't like Daisina, and gave her the middle name Violet, because they thought it suited her.

Daisy had an upbringing not many kids had. She had toy broomsticks, toy wands, stuffed animals ... anything a child could want, Daisy had it. But she wasn't a stuck up bitch, a spolit cow. Her parents, and her parents' friends, reguarly told Daisy and her other friends stories about how life was like when they were growing up. It wasn't all rainbows and butterflies like Daisy's life was. It was hard work and every day was a struggle to survive at one point. Everything her parents did, they did it for her. It made Daisy extremely humble, and it became even more so when she was told she was adopted. Eddie and Lavender told her when she was thirteen. She'd asked why her sisters were so pale and she wasn't. Of course, Daisy had thought she'd been adopted for a long time - you can only go so long until you realise your parents and sisters are of a different skin colour to you - but hearing her parents say it aloud was still a shock to her. Then Lavender told her that Mayia, now twenty-eight, wanted to regain full custody of her daughter and Eddie and Lavender, still technically her parents, were fighting to keep Daisy in their life. Daisy was shocked; she didn't want to go back to the poverty in which she was born, or to the mother that agreed to give her up, or to the grandparents who'd forced their daughter to give her up. Daisy agreed whole-heartedly that Eddie and Lavender were her parents and she wanted to stay with them. Because that was Daisy's wish, it was granted. Daisy was extremely glad she'd done that, she'd made the right decision - or she wouldn't be here now, giggling at the sight of her best friend clambering out of the fireplace trying to manouvre crates of alcohol.

"i ain't no rapunzel. i have got short hair,"[/color] she said, tugging on a lock of Freddie's hair to demonstrate that she had short hair. It didn't make sense, but meh. She pulled a box, surprised by her own strength, out of the fireplace. "what is in all these boxes? i don't recognise the labels,"[/color] she said, holding up a bottle of muggle vodka as evidence to her case. She looked at the crates. There was definitely enough alcohol here, as she wasn't going to let this party get too out of hand. She laughed at Freddie's comment. "you certainly are at my service, mr weasley. now, let's get this party started!"[/color] she said, holding up a bottle and doing a bit of dance to much laughter.

TAGGED[/color] gage aka freddie!
TEMPLATE[/color] me.
LYRICS[/color] love, sex and magic ciara.
WORDS[/color] 990 w/o code.
OUTFIT[/color] clickth and clickth.
NOTES[/color] tresss cute. sorry it took a while. :]
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