glowbug || foxy

[Dorothy Wilson]

10th April 1957,
their first meeting,
a little after.

Okay, so they hadn't wanted her sister's cupcakes, that was okay because that meant there was more for her and the other kids who did and her mum said that it was important to maintain a modelling figure and maybe the other girls just wanted to keep up their figures, even though she didn't because she didn't want to model. That was her secret though. Maybe she'd tell Tawnie. Maybe, but only when it was really going to blow up out of her and she was going to burst with its enormity, that was when it'd pass her lips.

At least the boys had been much nicer and they'd all had a cupcake, which had been delicious and sugary and exactly what she wanted-- although that slide did look very very fun. But, she wasn't here to slide because she could do that at home and Marilyn had definitely told her that she had to make more magical friends so that when she went to Hoggy-warts she could have people to spend time with. So, even though the other girls were clearly very busy and she didn't want to interrupt them and the boys had been really super very friendly which meant that she was going to talk to them more-- plus, she already knew Eli and that wouldn't do much good so she had to find someone else.

Plus, that boy had been standing in the corner for a really long time. Maybe his mum had told him off before he'd come here because she couldn't imagine not wanting to be in such an amazing and really cool house full of really cool people. With a bright smile, the blonde bounced over,

"Hi I'm Dorothy Wilson, but you can call me Dore, not Dorothy though because my family only call me that when they're mad at me like when I don't want to go on runs or when I don't help out in the shop, and I made cupcakes, well, I didn't but my sister did and she's a really good baker, but don't worry because I'll be a really good baker too when I grow up and I love to help decorate them I'm really good with the sprinkles so it won't be long before my cupcakes taste just as good!"

She offered one out to him, brushing down the lemon yellow dress with her other hand,

"It's really really cool here isn't it? It's like a princess castle, when I'm older I want to live somewhere like this-- with the huge slide in it and then I could do whatever I wanted all the time, and then I'd really be a princess and I'd have a big tiara and someone would do all the boring stuff like stupid homework for me. What about you?"

[Robbie Foxglove]

He hadn't wanted to come, not really. Alder wasn't here and with Holly only just getting better, he'd wanted to spend a few hours with his sister just colouring in and staring out of the upstairs window into the little garden around the tree.

Instead, he was at a party where he only really knew PJ and while Robbie didn't mind the boy, knowing just one person didn't really make it a party worth attending. Honestly, he'd only really bumped into the birthday girl once or twice and he still had earache from both of those encounters.

In the end, though, Robbie had relented - socialising (as Miss Flora at the Home called it) was important and it would be nice to sleep in a grand old house for a night. Besides, he'd known there would be cake and if he played his cards right, perhaps he'd get to take some back with him, to Alder and Holly. Parents really liked him, Robbie had realised and Vesper looked at him differently than she did at the other kids, even PJ.

Robbie was still in his corner, mulling over all of this, when the blonde girl with the cupcakes wandered over. Closer, she came, and closer and then a little too close, but he didn't mind it, exactly, because the blue of her eyes reminded him just a little bit of the June skies at home.

"Dore," he repeated to himself even as she talked, turning it over on his tongue. It was a strange name, though he thought it suited her a lot better than Dorothy did, much in the way his Robbie sounded better than the very long Rowan Bartholomew he'd been saddled with at birth.

The frosting on the cupcake had gone soft in her hand, but Robbie didn't mind. It stuck to his fingers as he withdrew his hand, brown eyes noticing when Dore wiped her hands on her dress. She should've just licked her fingers, he thought as he did exactly that, thinking that it had been months since he'd tasted something this sticky and sweet.

"It's good," he said after two big mouthfuls, not bothering to cover his mouth with his hand as he chewed. "Better than the birthday cake, I'd bet."

He looked at her then, half shrugging as he swallowed most of the sugary treat down.

"I was at the store when Vesper picked her cake. She didn't like it, so it can't be very good."

It had taken Miss Harriet the entire afternoon to clean the cake the girl had thrown out of his shirt.