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 Posted: Sun Dec 23, 2007 1:13 pm
 includes train and prefect compartments, but NOT Platform 9 3/4
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Posted: Mon Mar 03, 2008 5:47 pm
 As Leigh found her seat on the train, Oliver waited a minute to pass her compartment. He snuck a peek in and she just finished putting up her trunk. Just as she turned around to sit down, Oliver gave her a sly smile and left as fast as he could, hauling his trunk and his broom at his heels. It was a bit awkward, but it was times like this that being an athlete came in handy and everyone knew to get out of his way. 'Yes, definitely,' he said to himself. It was times like these it was very beneficial that everyone knew your name. In fact, it was quite odd when Oliver had to actually introduce himself to people; they usually just jump to the "Oh, I know you, you're Oliver Wood, you play for Gryffindor's team!" part of the conversation as soon as they see him. Oliver could always enjoy replying with a cocky, "Why yes, that's me. Were you at our last game?"   Leigh took a deep breath as she pushed the last of her trunk onto the luggage rack. Her lean arms weren't built for heavy lifting, and the simple action took quite a lot out of her. As she sat down to rest her tiny muscles, Leigh caught a glimpse of a familiar Scottish face before he fled. Oliver was always messing around with her like this; he always poked his nose in when she least excepted it, and instead of waiting to talk, like normal people do, he would disappear. She finally got her breath back and was about to get the door when the handle of her trunk finally fell off and hit her on the head. She looked around dumbfounded for a minute, and it took her a bit to realize what had happened. Not wanting to lose any more time, Leigh scrambled to the sliding door and started to casually yell after him. “Oliver how long were you enjoying your own private peep show?” But by the time she looked around, it seemed but everyone but Oliver was in the train’s narrow corridor. With a long sigh, Leigh sat down again, back in the compartment. She slid the handle into a side pocket of her messenger bag for repair later. It would be no trouble, really, as ‘Repairo’ and ‘Scourgify’ were the only two spells she managed to remember. Maybe this year she could find a subject in which she could actually manage an A, or rather, an O. Oliver was at the end of the car by the time he heard Leigh. “Long enough!” he bellowed back to her… well, as loud as a 14 year old can bellow. He laughed to himself and found an empty compartment of his own near the rear of the train. As long as Leigh didn’t come to investigate, this train ride would be a very long one. He rubbed his chin as he relaxed and got used to the old seats of the Hogwarts Express. It would be a very long ride indeed, just long enough to go over thoughts.... it sounded fun, but Oliver wasn't the kind to contemplate. Sooner or later, he would become bored and in need to roam the compartments.  Glenn stepped into the car just in time to hear the loud exchange of words between Leigh and Oliver Wood. He found Leigh’s compartment just as Oliver called from the back of the car. “What about a peep show?” Glenn asked as he opened the sliding door. He was raising his eyebrows in a cheesy, stereotypically perverted way. At first she was speechless, but upon realizing he was joking, she laughed. The moment of silence was just enough for him to get his camera ready for her smile. As Leigh’s eyes adjusted from the sudden flash, she wanted to kill Glenn. She would probably jump on him and strangle him right then and there if he weren’t so cute. But he knew she didn’t really appreciate candid shots. Thinking for a moment she realized, ‘He wanted to take a picture of me!’ Leigh got a sudden feeling of butterflies in her stomach. But she enjoyed it. She didn’t mind being nervous, because every time he spoke she couldn’t think of anything but him. The world could be falling apart but Leigh wouldn’t care if Glenn was in the middle of describing an artistic vision of his.  Leigh was still high on life because of his last call, which was just last night. He made her promise that they would share a compartment for his last train ride up to Hogwarts. He made her promise. She laughed it off; Leigh knew it didn’t mean anything, though she wished it did. “So I’m pretty sick and tired of second years,” Glenn said, not expecting her to want to explain the yelling in the corridor. At her cocked head and expression of confusion, he elaborated. As he sat down across from her, he started. “I’ve got the cutest but most annoying stalker at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.” He laughed and said “Bethany Lewis” with a long sigh and a look of pain.  “Oh, you mean…” Leigh gathered her hair into two low pigtails and raised her eyebrows unnaturally high. “Bethany Lewis,” she said, holding out the last syllable of her sentence, as was a habit of the Hufflepuff girl. With a nod of defeated confirmation from Glenn, Leigh almost snorted. “You’re kidding!” She made an aggravated sound. “She bugged me all the time last year; never let me forget when I dropped the stupid Quaffle… once.” Settling back down from her hype, Leigh sighed with a happy smile on her face. “What a loud mouth.”[[ >:3 Haha, I’m using Miley Cyrus as Bethany… just ‘cuz I dislike her with a passion. ]]
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Posted: Tue Mar 04, 2008 2:49 am
 Bellacissa figured out pretty quickly that none of the people on the platform were really the sorts of people she thought she knew from the castle. Sure enough they all seemed to be nice to her there, but apparently in the presence of so many others they were all the same; seemingly terrified to be seen talking to her. Admitted, she was probably blowing the whole thing out of proportion, but she wasn’t exactly in the most comfortable situation as it was, and it was quite easy to fall into such pattern of thought. With this somewhat depressing thought in mind Bellacissa started to push her trolley in the direction of the red and black Hogwarts Express, slowly abandoning all hope that anyone would bother to help her load her stuff onto the train."Need some help,” came an unfamiliar voice from beside her, unfamiliar as it may be the offer did bring a smile back to her face. She glanced over her shoulder to see how the helpful person was that managed to break her train of solitary thought; there was a young boy, a first year probably because she had never seen him before. Then again there were enough students Bellacissa had never seen before and who did attend Hogwarts for some time already. ”Why thank you,” she said, meeting the boy’s eyes with her own and giving him a thankful smile. The boy returned her friendly gesture and smiled back, “So, first year too, what’s your name he asked genuinely as he took hold of one side of her trunk and started to lift it."They call me Bellacissa,” she started to reply kindly, as she lifted the other side of her trunk, not even bothered that he had thought she was a first year like himself. Apparently this information was already too much for him; at the mention of her name his eyes shot up at her face, he went completely red and looked positively scared lifeless. The next thing Bellacissa knew was that she tumbled over forward after her trunk, which went for the ground after the boy had instantaneously dropped his side before running off. She managed to stay on her feet, but felt even worse than before; not only had she just strained a lot of muscles, or looked like an idiot, on top of everything the boy had reconfirmed her suspicions. People disliked her and avoided her presence a much as possible, that was if they know her name and thus her heritage, bloody name! Why couldn't she just have been born to a different family, with a different name and without everyone despising her before they even met her most of the time. Grrr! Sometimes she wished she had never been born to live and be reminded of deed she had never performed, just by having an unusual name; a name she quite likes actually."You little t**t,” she bellowed on the top of her voice, though she had no clue where he fled to, or saw him anywhere. Sure enough her voice would carry far enough to reach his ears and sink the message in deep; you would pay next time she lay on upon him, she'd give me the perfect reason to fear her very sight. With frightening ease did she lift her trunk onto the train, a nifty side-effect of the adrenaline rush caused by the whole situation. She loaded as her belonging onto the train and started down one of the corridors, of which all were rather deserted for most students were still out on the platform being social animals. Once she had passed several empty compartments she slipped inside of one, at least she would get to enjoy some form of peace and quiet this way, even though it might not last very long.
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Posted: Wed Mar 05, 2008 10:09 pm
Dragging along the trunk, she looked through compartments to see any empty ones that she and Eleanor could go into. “Hello, hello,” she would say, seeing some people from inside some cubicles look at her. Her trunk was quite heavy, so she dragged it harder, hoping to find some place.
Right in the middle is where Jane found an empty one. “There you go!” said Jane, proud of herself. She went inside and put her trunk in the upper storage. Jane ran back quickly to her cart and slung the duffle bag on her shoulder and took Molly with her free hand, going back inside the train. She sat down in the empty compartment. “Finally – someone that’s not the twins to talk to!”
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Posted: Thu Mar 06, 2008 10:11 pm
  [ I ] t had not have been at least 15 minutes before Alanis had practically ran into that strange old brick wall in between platforms 9 and 10, and then jump on the train quite early for any other early birds who were also attempting at escaping the drama of leaving from their parents care and off to school. She had barely fled from her parents pleads for her to stay, and attend the art schools in which they both had attended, but Alanis refused to even consider the idea. She had told both of her parents that she loved them, hugged them, and left them behind in the muggle world.
Wisps of hair slide gently from behind her ear, being too short to be kempt there, and fell upon the top of her emotionless, pale eyes of a sky blue. She stared out the window, forehead not a few centimeters from the transparent barrier between herself and the platform outside, along with the busy children and adults, greeting one another, and saying their goodbyes. From behind her blank eyes, the 3rd year girl watched groups of friends, one after another, approach each other, giving their hugs and kisses, telling them that they missed them, and such. Pale pink lips parted somewhat. The compartment was empty.
However, this didn't bother Alanis. No, it was more of that she wished she had friends in general, not the loud and obnoxious greetings. But did she really need someone to talk to, when she could just decide and think for herself, since she didn't desire anyone else's opinion? Plus, it wasn't like any student or even any human being could comprehend the uniqueness and individuality she possesses, but would rather explain her as being strange or "out there". Oh well. Alanis had Fey, her rat, and herself. And that was all that she truly needs. Right?
A white rodent began to squeak horribly and nauseatingly loud, shaky the tiny travel cage it was captivated in. Alanis had slightly jumped at the sudden outburst of noise, before crooking her neck slowly so she could look down upon her abnormally tiny rat. Sighing, she took the albino, stressed creature out of his cage. She let her finger gently pet the white fur, as the rat became calm and serene. Bringing it up to her lips, the blonde Ravenclaw tenderly kissed the top of her head, small red eyes blinking, "Shhh… it’s alright, it’s just the train, remember, Tandy? We’re going back to school…” Pale blue eyes came up, and stared blankly out the window, yet again, another, more forceful sigh coming from deep within her chest. “School…”
Hogwarts had been like a dream come true to Alanis, almost literally. Finding out that she was a witch not about two or three years ago, and having the pleasurable opportunity to go to a school and learn magic, was more than the small girl could ever wish for. A chance to get away from her over protective and unsympathetic parents. It was wonderful. But all at the same time, it saddened Alanis too much to even bare. She would have to leave her best friend for a whole 9 months, without any contact, without any news, and having the awful feeling that their could be a chance that he could have died or shot, for all she knew. It was a nightmare. And not to mention the incredible lack of friends or any social interaction. But that was fine with her at the moment. She had Tandy with her. And a very interesting book in her bag next to her. So she was all set.
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Posted: Sun Mar 09, 2008 6:22 pm
Skylar left the group of friends ((I hope they don't need me anymore O.O)), emerging into the train in a dazed state, not paying attention. Even those she had seen once or twice in the past, and might even hate with a passion, didn't matter to her, and she didn't care. She didn't see any of them, anyone... she was just alone. And needed to clear herself of thoughts, of everything.
Quiet.... The train was stil pretty empty, but even with the little noise that was closing in around her, she became aware of every syllable and she couldn't take it. She was close to the end of the train, where her friends would be sitting, but still not quite; she was far enough that she wouldn't be able to hear them too much, nor would they probably find her since they didn't care who was this far away.
She dodged into an empty car, stashing her luggage and before she knew it, she was laying down upon the seats and trying to drift asleep, trying to forget everything. Go away.. go away, please!! she implored no one, but her own thoughts that were haunting her at the moment. [color#024793]Why? Leave me alone... Was it all the things that'd built up over six years? Everything she'd done coming back to haunt her? Was this the punishment for being who she was?
Impossible... At least she was able to, apparently, keep a little bit of her normal self. But she realized that had she been alone and isolated, not surrounded by a million other students, she surely would have had a break down right then and there, so bombarded by these thoughts was she. She felt like she was being ripped apart from the inside, too; a feeling like that she got when she liked someone, but to an extent that hurt her too much to bear. But why was it happening? But better yet, would there be anyone to help her?
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Posted: Sun Mar 09, 2008 7:08 pm
Eleanor smiled as she stepped onto the Hogwarts Express. She took it all in. She loved the train-ride to Hogwarts. It was so interesting, like a little adventure. She rolled her luggage after her, peeking into compartments along the way to see which one Jane had chosen. Finally, about halfway down the train, she found her, and stepped inside and stowed her luggage on the overhead rack.
She made a sort of disappointed face when she saw that their window faced away from the platform. This was usually one of her most inspirational writing places, and she certainly couldn't miss it this year. She took out her notebook and pen, and looked about the compartment before excusing herself politely. "I'll be back in a little while," she said with a smile.
Exiting the compartment, she headed down the aisle toward the back of the train. The most exciting things happened in the back. But most of the compartments were full back here... But wait, there was one! Only one girl was in there, laying on the seats, looking as if she were asleep. Eleanor recognized her as Skylar Mint Martin, the Slytherin Seeker, if she was not mistaken. Yes, another one of those times it was strange for Eleanor to know so much about someone she didn't know at all. She quietly pulled open the door, and stuck her head inside.
"Hello. Would you mind if I joined you?" She smiled. This window had the best view of all of them. Outside of it she could see the entire platform, stretching off to the front. is there a chance,a fragment of light at the end of the tunnel, a reason to fight?
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Posted: Sun Mar 09, 2008 7:18 pm
A voice. Some voice that she didn't know seemed to intrude upon her internal harrasment. Slowly, she opened her eyes and turned her head up towards the girl, still laying down and too lazy to sit up. However, it'd be rude to stay down so the girl sat up and nodded her head. "Come in, come in... " she said softly, still not quite herself. With this new presence in the room, there was going to be no getting away from her thoughts.
Speaking of which, who was this girl?
Skylar finally took in the girl that had come in, her light curled hair dangling freely; Eleanor. Her brother had spoken of the girl a few times, and she'd seen her in a few places now that she'd thought of it. It was shocking that she knew who the girl was.
Secrets... all of them, the lot of them She was going to burst with this feeling that she had, painful and erupting at the seams already. She looked down at her hands, trying to occupy herself, folded together, before looking upon Eleanor. Could she speak to her, spill everything and feel better? But in doing so, would she not find out about Ryan, and her biggest secret would be exposed? Could she trust Eleanor? But she needed to tell someone, anyone, who would listen and who wouldn't tell anyone.
"I don't mean to be rude or anything, but can I confide in you? I can't take it... and I need to tell someone," she said softly, barely above a whisper and not looking upon the girl, but rather her (Sky) hands again.
ll sorry... it's kind of a bad post xP ll
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Posted: Sun Mar 09, 2008 7:34 pm
Eleanor was delighted, but concerned also. She loved secrets, especially when they weren't her own, but hated people hurting. "Yes, yes of course! I swear not to tell a soul!" She smiled, somewhat sympathetically at the girl.
She had closed the door behind her and sat down opposite Sky and looked out the window, once again pulling the pen from behind her ear to write a few things down, but abandoned the effort as soon as Sky spoke.
What could it be that was troubling the girl so much that she'd tell a random stranger what could possibly be her darkest secret? And why did she look so familiar? Of course, Eleanor had seen her around, but now that she thought of it, Sky reminded her of someone else she knew. She just couldn't put her finger on who... i am an arms dealer, fitting you with weapons in the form of words
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Posted: Sun Mar 09, 2008 7:47 pm
Skylar hesitated for a few moments as Eleanor wrote something down, but she was glad that she had at least a little time to think about what to say, how to say it... how everything was going to roll off her tongue to be exposed to the ears of a Ravenclaw that didn't know anything about her other than her year and name. A stranger. A possible enemy. But Skylar knew, even before the words had escaped her to confide in the Raveclaw, that after the words sucked her dry of emotion, of the discomfort, the relationship between the two of them would be different.
For better or for worse, Skylar couldn't say. Secrets being told to someone else besides Rain... and even Aiden. Do I not trust them? Why couldn't I tell them any of this?
Heaving out a sigh, Skylar started to unload everything; her parents, the expectations placed upon her shoulders. She told her about Ryan, how everything was his fault in her eyes, how she was always left for the scraps; how her parents ignored her and only ever saw her faults, never anything else; never her thoughts, her views. They didn't know what she liked, they didn't know what she hated; they knew nothing about her besides what she put on the surface, but even those things they forgot over time.
Word upon word she let out, the emotions within her coming to a point that was unbearable in which a few tears escaped the cold Slytherin's eyes, but they soon subsided as the feeling did too; she realized it was something that had to build up before it could be let out, like a balloon filling with air before you let it go to fly across the space that restricted it from going anywhere and everywhere.
But once she was done, she found that there was nothing left to say, not even a word could be called small talk. No emotions were left within her to cloud the twisted thoughts that she could persue about her brother again. She was empty. Empty of anything and everything.
Eleanor... what will she do now, with all this information? Many thoughts came to her; exposure to the school, which included her blood status being within Slytherin, the house full of purebloods. And she always acted like one. She would be a poser in their eyes... was she that to Eleanor?
Or perhaps she would be excepted by her fellow sixth year, and even a friendship? Or maybe they'd never see each other again after this talk. With whatever was to come, Skylar could only dread the results. It was too... creepy to think about. It shook her up slightly and the girls fingers twitched where they lay on top of each other. So, finally, Skylar looked up at the girl sitting across from her, eyes pleading for the response that she needed.
ll haha. you'd think people would get 'Martin' and think 'Ryan' but that's okay; martin is popular in france XD
iactually forgot what she was supposed to tell her XD so i just um... skipped over it? ^^'ll
ll sorry... this was kind of a crappy post xP ll
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Posted: Sun Mar 09, 2008 8:03 pm
 |J|ane turned her head to see Eleanor coming back. “I’ll be back in a little while,” she had said, the smile on her lips appearing. The Gryffindor girl nodded, standing up and stretching for no reason as her friend left. Jane gave a sigh, her eyes softening. “I wonder what’ll happen this year…” she murmured to herself, a mystic sort of grin showing on her face.
She turned her body to the overhead rack, seeing where Molly sat in her cage. Jane smiled even more at the brown-shaded owl, sitting on the opposite end of the compartment where she can see Molly. Getting adjusted to her new seating she raised her legs up to rest on the other end of the cushions, her eyes finally resting to the floor. Thoughts started to enter through her head, some that were too deep, even for her. Love, family, studies, and a few other things were the strange figments floating around in that strange cranium of hers.
A hand shot up, Jane raising it. She started counting her fingers, naming things on schedule. “Pack things and Molly – check. Say goodbye to the twins – check. Board the train and bring luggage and other things – check and check.” She gave another sigh, although happier than the first. “I really didn’t forget anything this time…I must be really anxious…” It was true, really. For the past four years, she always forgot some important item; one time it was her robes, and the other time it was all of her unmentionables. But, for the first time, she actually brought everything.
Looking around the cubicle, in which she was alone, Jane got up and put her trunk down on one of the seats. Quickly, she got out her guitar, which oddly fit in her trunk of many “enigmatic” things. The six-stringed instrument was light colored on its’ front, but the back part was a shiny dark color of wood. After observing her guitar, she sat back down on the seats with her guitar in hand, and started to play a poignant melody, singing a bit softly, her voice wandering with notes. “…As the sun rises, with the moon leaving…”
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Posted: Sun Mar 09, 2008 9:45 pm
  [ F ] ig felt a abrupt bubbly feeling that sprouted in the gut of his stomach, fluttering away as he approached the familiar entrance of the train. He was nervous. Tense. And he didn’t know why. A grin was still plastered on his dark, young face, a set of white teeth being shown to the world. He was happy, yes, but anxiety was still felt inside of him, and this made him grip the luggage he was now forcing up onto the train harder, tighter. He knew why he was unexpectedly sensing these strange feelings in him; it was simple, really. There was mostly one person who made him feel this lightheaded and like he was at the top of the world. And he was dieing to find out if she was here. If she was, this young Italian boy was definitely determined to make her happy this year, even if she didn’t accept it. Fig felt giddy. And by the looks of it, as Alice began to speak, he certainly looked like he was.
The smile lessened somewhat, as he turned his face to view an amused Alice, before shaking his head, facing the direction of the long hallway before them. “No, no, I am good. Honest.” In truth, Fidelious wasn’t particularly honest with her, mostly attempting from letting Alice know why he was suddenly feeling a bit uneasy, and yet so energized that he couldn’t stop bouncing around like he was on a sugar high. However, he halted. Eyebrows raised, Fig stared at his redheaded female friend’s cheeky face with side, chocolate brown eyes. How did she know?
“Uh… uhh…” His ears turned a brilliant shade of pink, along with cheeks to match at the mention of her name, his back slumping a bit, as he tried to hide his face from Alice. She laughed, but when it quickly died down, he felt a little less embarrassed. But still. However, his eyes lit up when she asked him if he wanted to look for her, and maybe chat a bit. A surge of happiness swelled within him, as he took his a deep breath, a cheek-aching smile becoming apparent, “Oh, yes, yes, Alice! Let us go find her! I would like to talk to her, also.” Fig bounded down the train’s corridor, still grinning that stupid smile of his. He didn’t even bother to look through the windows, which was really idiotic of him, seeming as it would be common sense that using them would be a more simple way to find their little Gryffindor pal instead on pure instinct.
But once Alice had mentioned something about finding the girl in question’s compartment, Fig immediately twisted around, came to the closest section Alice had been standing by, and pushed her out of the way. He didn’t mean to hard Alice as her small and fragile body dropped to the floor, but he knew she would get over it. Plus, he was much to busy trying to work at keeping calm as he slide the compartment’s door wide open. And there, sitting so lovely as always, talking to Glenn, a Gryffindor whom Fig was acquainted with, Leigh Francine Guidry. His eyes lit up with happiness, and a jaw-aching smile spread across his face.
“Leigh!”
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Posted: Sun Mar 09, 2008 9:50 pm
  [ A ] lice dragged up her loose luggage, blue eyes flickering with annoyance as one of the wheels of her bags got caught on the train steps. Fig had just gotten onto the train before her, but he seemed to be completely out of it, a beam that would have made even the most happiest person envious. Fury pulsating throughout her, she tugged, forcing the bag to jump slightly, and a small ticking noise came noticeable to her ears; something fell down from the steps of the train, and onto the rails. Alice, a blank expression crossed her pale features, dropped the bag down on the train’s carpet now that she had gotten it out of that sticky situation, but something wasn’t right, as the bag leaned slightly to one side. Her hand left the handle.
Dropping to her hands and knees, Alice glared down from the steps, peeking just barely through a crack that exposed the dark and murky bottom of the tracks under the train. There far near the cement wall, was a metal wheel. A wheel that belonged to the bottom of her trunk. Eyes narrowing to slits, she lifted herself up from her position, dusted off her jeans. Still glaring, Alice turned to Fig, before letting herself sigh and shake her head. “Alright, we need to find a compartment… I don’t know if Larky’s coming back, so might as well find a place to entertain us while he’s gone… um…” Alice had noticed the lack of annoyance protruding off of the younger boy behind her and the noise of another trunk. Arching a red eyebrow, she spun around.
“Hey… dude, you look spaced,” she noted, waving her hand in front of his face, “Are you quite alright?” Alice let one corner of her mouth pull up in a dissatisfied smile at his reply. Fig wasn’t normally quiet, taking in the surrounding area, and not being… well, irritating. Sighing, a sudden thought popped into Alice’s strange mind. A cruel and sinister grin curled on her wavy lips, as she eyed Fig.
“Heh… I know who you’re thinking about. It’s Leigh, isn’t it? You’re prolly wonderin’ where she is…” Alice mused casually, ambling slowly with small steps down the carpet, before turning her head slightly, flashing him a mischievous smile, “Well, we could go look for her, if she’s on the train, if you wish. I’d like to have a nice chat with Leigh. She’s a nice girl.” Laughing, Alice continued walking, her trunk making a noisy racked behind her, at Fig’s enthusiasm.
The redhead peeked through each window, some empty, some being occupied by a few students whom she knew and didn’t know. But her blue eyes laid upon a familiar and unfriendly face when she had poked her head up to view one compartment. Her top lip pulled up in a snarl as she made a growl, “Ugh… ew,” at the sight of Skylar Martin, a Slytherin 6th year who was one of Alice’s greatest enemies. Moving on… she stated lightly, deciding she’d rather not go and ruin whatever she and that other girl whom Alice didn’t know alone, and continued her search. One glance of long brown hair and Alice grinned another cheeky grin.
“Hey, Fig…” Attention directed to Fig, who was wandering off like an idiot down the train, Alice called over to him, “Found ‘er!” But that was a mistake, as Alice landed right on her behind on the floor outside of Leigh’s and another young male’s compartment, the door being quickly slid open.
“Agh…” she muttered a few curse words under her breath, as she tried to get herself up from in between her broken trunk and the wall. She looked up at two familiar faces, before grunting in a low tone, “Hey, Leigh… Glenn.”
(( Can you tell I got bored at the end? lol ))
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Posted: Sun Mar 09, 2008 10:31 pm
Aidan guided his trunk up the steps and onto the train, turning left down the aisle and walking toward the back of the train, toward their regular compartment. Seven years, it had been his. He smiled as the thought came to him. Finally, he'd soon be getting out of this place. Not that he disliked Hogwarts, but he definitely disliked most of the people there.
'Speak of the devil,' he thought to himself as he came upon Alice and Fig standing in the doorway of a compartment near his. But he was happy to see them. Well, happy to see Alice. Again that odd feeling somewhere in his chest region. It was like pressure was pushing on his lungs, at the same time as he fell down a flight of stairs. It was an odd feeling for sure, and one he didn't know quite how to make out. Was it good? Was it bad?
Well it was there. "Ah, a little lions reunion, hmm?" he said grinning, and nodded at each of them in turn, not so much in a friendly way but just some way to acknowledge them. All filth, nothing he was interested in except for Alice. He smiled at her, something genuine and true, and then his eyes fell upon her bandaged wrist. He set down his bag and let his trunk fall to the floor with a thud as he took Alice's arm tenderly in his hands and examined it. "What did you do to your arm, Alice?" he asked, his eyebrows actually furrowed in concern. He almost suspected it was his own fault... probably. The little redhead did have quite a temper.
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