Hogsmeade Friends ||Anya||

[OLIVIA CARADOCCA DEARBORN]

Olivia took her time when looking in shops, she had plenty of money to spend and her passion was shoes so of course, she was in a shoe shop with three bags already in hand as she looked at more. She of course had a room dedicated to just shoes and had shoes to match all sorts of dresses and clothing and she wasn't limited to heels, high or other wise, she had boots with heels, boots without heels, trainers and everything imaginable.

She had a lunch date later this afternoon with a couple of the other pureblooded mothers with children at Hogwarts and it was starting to get to that point where marriages were needing to be discussed. Delilah was 16 now and without a suitor for when she left Hogwarts but that didn't mean Olivia hadn't been doing her homework. There were plenty of pure blooded wizards out there that were nearly good enough for her eldest daughter. The Malfoy name was an old one but after their cowardice in the last war perhaps not the strongest of gene's. Zabini, that was a fantastic name and Blaise's mother was a woman after Olivia's own heart. There were of course some pure blooded families that she preferred her daughters stayed away from, the Potter's and Weasley's for example weren't people she'd condone one of her children marrying.

But marriage wasn't everything, not for her girls, but Virgo would be highly sought after. Bulstrode and Dearborn blood, plenty of money and a house of his own all ready, not that he knew anything about it just yet, but Olivia had been sure to spread out the rumours within the wizarding world of how wealthy her son would be when he came of age there had already been a bit of interest but after her having had four husbands, women were understandably a little anxious to approach her when it came to talking about marriage, even if it was for their children, conversations could easily change a little too easily, though the pure blooded community sure loved some good gossip.

Olivia walked out of the store without buying another pair of shoes and just strolled happily down the path of Hogsmeade, it was a clear and sunny day but the wether was still cold but thankfully she'd dressed for the weather, if the sky stayed clear like this all night tonight then there would be a wicked frost in the morning.

Olivia noticed students walking about the village and wondered if she could see any of her children. There were three of them and they'd be in a crowd of about a hundred so they were probably lost to her, however, she did spot a couple of faces that looked exceedingly familiar and one she wouldn't mind getting to know a little better. Olivia kept her eyes on the girl, it was moments like this when Olivia wished she could read minds, she would just have to get to know the girl the old fashioned way.

[ANYA NICOLE JAMES]

Anya was having a blast. Hogsmeade weekends were always a lot of fun, and she looked forward to them more than anything. There was no pressure to study or worry of being called upon in class and not knowing the answer. No set meal times, no being stuck in your own common room with your best friends on the opposite side of the castle. It was pure freedom, and pure bliss. She had come out early, leaving the castle on her own and looking forward to a day of shopping. She had agreed to meet her friends later on, but she much preferred to peruse the shops on her own, without having to consider others and what they wanted to do, too. It was selfish, but it was heavenly.

She had just come from Gladrags where she had bought herself the most beautiful pair of velvet winter gloves in a stunning shade of pale pink. Quite happy with her purchase, she headed to Honeydukes, treating herself so some Ice Mice and Sugar Quills, and a couple of Sherbert Lemons to eat while she shopped. Popping a sweet in her mouth, she left the shop and glanced out across the street. The little village was packed with students, as well as the usual adults, and though she felt silly for it, Anya felt like she was being watched. She knew there was no one in their right mind who would be that interested in her to watcher shopping in Hogsmeade, but she glanced around just to make sure. A few friends waved at her, and she grinned back with a wave of her own, blue eyes settling on an older woman, maybe in her thirties, who stared back.

Anya frowned. Maybe this was the person who she had felt looking? She watched the woman out of the corner of her eye, wondering what to do about it. Was it someone she knew? She couldn't get a good enough look through the crowds. It would be rude if it was someone she knew, or a family friend and she just ignored her and walked away. Resigning herself, she crossed the street at a brisk walk, tilting her head to study the woman's face as she approached. "Hi!" she greeted, happily. "I don't mean to be rude, but do I know you?" she didn't really look familiar at all, not that Anya was stood right in front of her. The woman was very beautiful and well dressed, but Anya had never seen her before, as far as she could recall. "I saw you looking at me and I didn't want to just walk off in case you're a family friend or something and I'm just being a clueless nincompoop." She laughed and tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear.

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[OLIVIA CARADOCCA DEARBORN]

The wind was a little chilly as it blew on past but not a perfectly positioned hair on Olivia's head moved, not even a millimetre. She was staring away, lost in her own thoughts about this girl that could have been one of Ana's nieces and the closer the girl got, the more certain Olivia was that this was Anastasia's niece and potentially her namesake. Ana had told Olivia that she'd had a niece name Anya but had never said if it was after her or just a name the girls parents had picked out because it sounded pretty.

Olivia watched the girl, she would be in the same year as Delilah. Of all the James children this was the youngest and the one that looked most like Ana. Olivia wondered briefly if the girl even knew anything about her aunt. Olivia had inherited all her money and Ana hadn't spoken to her brother and his family in years, ties were cut and rather severely from what Olivia could make out but Anastasia had always kept things quiet about her family and being the curious sort of friend, Olivia had always wondered just what it was that had separated the two siblings.

The girl approached Olivia and Olivia smiled at the girl apologetically. "Good heavens, I am terribly sorry. I did not mean to stare!" She said, hoping that this was most definitely the girl she was thinking it was. "I'm Olivia Dearborn, I believe you attend Hogwarts with my daughter, Delilah, she's a sixth year and in Gryffindor." She said with a small smile. "I was just wondering if you knew of her whereabouts." Well this wasn't exactly true, while it would be nice to see Delilah Olivia was rather intent upon picking at Anya's brain to see if she knew much of her father's dispute with his sister.

[ANYA NICOLE JAMES]

Up close, Anya decided that she had definitely never seen this woman before. She was rather beautiful, and Anya would have remembered such a pretty face, not to mention such gorgeous clothes. It was as though this woman had style and class oozing out of her butt. Something Anya obviously did not. She felt a little bit scruffy in Olivia's presence. The only thing that had rang a bell about the woman was her surname. Dearborn. Anya knew that well enough. She smiled politely and held her hand out to shake the womans. "Don't worry about it. I'm Anya James. It's really nice to meet you!"

Introductions out of the way, she had to wonder why Olivia would single her out of a large crowd to wonder if Anya knew her daughter. She could have been anyone. Anyone at all. What was the likelihood that you would choose a random girl from the street and have her be friends with your own daughter. Surely Mrs Dearborn would be more familiar with the kids her daughter associated with. Anya's mum knew every single one of her friends by name at least, and had quizzed Anya about who each of them were and what they were like. That was probably a little bit of an over-reation, but to Anya it was normal parent behaviour. Maybe Olivia had a more loose style of mothering. Each to their own.

"Actually, I do know Delilah," she said with a nod, glancing around the street in a lame attempt to check for the girl in question. "We're dorm mates at the castle," she explained with a half shrug. "But I'm sorry Mrs Dearborn, I haven't seen her at all today. Have you checked the Three Broomsticks?" Anya's version of being polite and avoiding telling this woman that she wasn't too fond of her daughter. They weren't really friends, Anya and Delilah. There wasn't any particular reason, either, just a lack of interest in each other and not a whole lot in common. Anya supposed she was a nice enough girl to the people she was friends with, and she certainly took after her mother in the looks department! They were both absolutely beautiful! Her blue eyes landed on Olivia's shoes and a dreamy sigh escaped her lips.

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[OLIVIA CARADOCCA DEARBORN]

Relief washed over Olivia at the sound of the young girls name though she kept a calm face. Poker would have been Olivia's game had she played. She was glad to have found the right girl, even though this had been a sort of accident. Olivia had not meant to purposely run into the girl today but it was certainly a situation she'd try and exploit for her own personal gains, even if it was just a little bit of knowledge at the moment.

Olivia was an odd sort of parent. She could be strict when the time came but it wasn't that often that she had to put her foot down. She'd always doted on her children, all three of them and had hardly ever said 'no' for she found no need to. If they wanted something, they got it, if they wanted to go somewhere, they went, she always ensured their safety came first but what good would it have done putting a leash about her children? They weren't beasts, they were pureblooded humans and as such could live their lives however the chose, if they made mistakes then they were their mistakes to make and they would grow up a lot faster than any of the over-parented students at Hogwarts. At least that was her theory.

Olivia knew she hadn't really thought this through all that well but she wasn't too worried about how this would play out, establishing first contact was always the hardest thing to do and this had been pretty simple, Anya had the galls to inquire as to why some stranger was staring at her and quite rightly so as there was quite a crowd about what with it being a school Hogsmeade weekend and they were right outside of a busy shop, now if it had been a quiet day and not so busy surroundings Olivia would have worried about the girl.

"Oh, that's quite all right." she said with a smile. "And I am sorry for intruding but if I might pry, you wouldn't happen to be Harry James' daughter would you?" Olivia knew she was, would she say yes? Well of course, why would she have reason to lie? Olivia very much doubted that the girl had reason to lie, however if she did lie, Olivia would love to get to the bottom of that little mystery too. Apart from shopping and socialising, there really was little else for the stay at home mother, with children away at school for the majority of the year, to do.

[ANYA NICOLE JAMES]

Anya's eyes widened in interest at the mention of her father's name. "You know my da?" she asked, face lighting up as she wondered how Olivia and her dad might know each other. They were a similar age, probably, so maybe they went to school together, or maybe she worked for the Daily Prophet? Anya doubted her second theory, since judging from her appearance Olivia had a lot more money then a job at the newspaper would offer. Anya's family were okay for money, but she'd never afford shoes like those unless she broke into Gringotts.

"What a small world, eh? Do you work with him or something? I'll have to mention it when I speak to him," she beamed. Harry worked as an Editor for the famous newspaper, so it was likely that all sorts of people crossed paths with him. He'd be back at home in Ireland for the weekend, but Anya would remember to mention she'd met a friend of his in the next letter she wrote home. Probably tomorrow night when she had time. He'd likely be very interested to hear of her encounter, he was a friendly man, after all. Maybe Olivia was even an old family friend who both her parents knew, and Anya had just never been around at the right times to meet her.

The trouble with Anya was, she was very naive. Openly so, at times. She had one of the largest gullible streaks going, and her friends often told her to be more careful. She wasn't really thinking about advice she'd received in the past right now. She was too lost in this beautiful woman who seemed just lovely. Nevermind that she didn't know her from Adam, and for all Anya knew she could have been a murderer or a thief or anything. Shiny hair and impeccable clothes were all Anya could see at that moment in time. Besides, if she knew Anya's daddy, she was bound to be a good person. Wasn't she?

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