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 Posted: Sun Dec 23, 2007 1:17 pm
 includes Platform 9 3/4, but NOT the train.
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Posted: Sat Mar 01, 2008 12:25 pm
 "Yes, Uncle," said Eleanor, as she and Mr. Ollivander stepped lightly through the barrier. "I promise I'll keep working on my wand-making. In fact, I have on in mind... I think I brought all the supplies I need, don't worry."
"Yes, yes," said Ollivander, tugging on his shirtsleeves. "Well if you need anything, just ask, and I'll send it straight away."
Eleanor nodded, looked about the platform at a the bright red and black Hogwarts Express, the few families who were already gathered there. A little girl was hugging her older brother goodbye, a couple brothers were arguing over a toy. A mother's eyes were streaming with tears as she knew she'd be parted from her little girl for the first time.
Eleanor's face lit up with what those who knew her would recognize as inspiration. She sat down cross-legged right where she stood, taking a notebook and pencil out of her bag and writing out a few lyrics. Mr. Ollivander had turned to have a chat with an old friend, so Eleanor was left in peace as the words flowed from her onto the little piece of paper, bits of peoples' stories told through her.
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Posted: Sat Mar 01, 2008 1:52 pm
 Everything became a blur. As Jane entered the platform through the vanishing wall, pushing her cart with her owl, Molly, on it, a thought went through her head. She gripped her duffle bag on her side, pouting to herself. ‘I wonder how Alice and her friends are doing.’ She gave a shrug, shaking her head and passing through families. A mental sigh ran through her as she looked on. Suddenly, two boys appeared on both sides of her, one of them taking her duffle bag off her shoulders.
“Come back here, Johan!” she yelled, leaving her cart and running after one of her twin brothers. Someone tapped her shoulder, making her turn, but no one was there. “Ugh, Jonah, show yourself!” Two dark-haired boys showed up behind her, tickling her sides. She began to laugh and turn to face her twin brothers, making them stop. “You two never stop, do you?” she joked, extending a hand out for her duffle bag back. Johan smiled, giving it back to her. “Just wanting to say goodbye, y’know,” he said, pulling Jane into a hug. Jonah grinned at the two, ruffling Jane’s hair, in which she glared at him. “What? Just wishing your head luck to handle those OWLs this year,” Jonah laughed, doing it once more. He put an arm around Johan, the two now smirking at Jane. “Just send Molly to us if you need help.”
 Jane’s heart pulled as she remembered the course of the year. Her eyes looked up at her older brothers, nodding a bit. “Yeah. Of course,” she said in a shaky voice, her eyes quickly looking down.
“Oh no,” Johan said, grabbing one side of Jane. Jonah followed suit, grabbing the other side. They pulled her into a group hug, laughing. The girl squished between her brothers began to cry a little, biting her lip to control her sobs.
“Here come the tears,” Jonah said, hugging her tighter. “Better stop crying or me and Johan here will start singing again like last year.” After the threat, in which Jane stopped immediately, they pulled away and patted her face. “Now be good--“
“—And don’t talk to boys,” Johan finished, putting his hands at his hips. “We’ll be watching you—“
“—Even when you don’t know.”
“So ,remember, if we even hear about you having a boyfriend or something—“
“—We’ll send an owl to him with a nasty package.”
“So, be good!” they said in unison.
Jane just nodded again, wiping her face with a smile on her lips. She waved at them as they left her, then she went back to her cart, her duffle bag on her shoulder yet again, and waited for other people as she strolled through the platform. ‘Too bad Mum and Dad couldn’t come again; at least the twins came,’ she thought to herself. She stopped for a while, looking around. She saw the girl who was related to Ollivander, and stared at her for a while, trying to remember her name. Jane didn’t care (or really she didn’t notice) if it was odd to stare, so her eyes stayed on the girl as she was writing in her book, her head filing through names and houses of who she possibly is. “Starts with an E…that’s all I remember…” she said out loud.
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Posted: Sat Mar 01, 2008 2:20 pm
Eleanor looked up, as she felt eyes on her from the side. It was an odd gift she had, but she could always feel it when someone was watching her. One of the many reasons she hated being in the spotlight, or the center of attention. It just felt weird to her.
She smiled as she saw that it was none other than Jane Driscoll, a sweet 5th year Gryffindor girl to whom she'd spoken a few times. "Hello, Jane," said Eleanor, standing up and tucking her notebook back into the red bag that was slung across her shoulder. She brushed off the back of her skirt, and tucked a stray strand of curly brown hair behind her ear.
Eleanor looked about again, beginning to recognize some of her fellow Hufflepuffs, and other Hogwarts students. "How are you?" she asked sweetly, returning her light blue eyes to Jane.
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Posted: Sat Mar 01, 2008 3:04 pm
   Ania had spent the last day of holidays the same as usual. The family had their goodbye dinner, thankfully this year with her aunt, uncle, and cousin there. And after dessert, before bed, she went through her trunk with her cousin making sure they didn't forget anything.
Now as she walked through Kings cross she regretted not addressing Kami's weird behavior in Diagon alley , and decided to now. She hurried her trunk along, her cat laying lazily on the cart yowling quietly.
Kami meanwhile had been watching muggles pass, with incredulous looks at her family, mainly Ania with her lime green raincoat and her blue hair.Kami was always amused to see their reactions but for a moment it seemed as if they were staring at her, that is until she heard the yowling of none other than Mr. Fancy, who's fur was tranfigured to have green streaks that day by her lovely cousin to match her coat.
"Hey Kami hows it going?...so what was with you the other day...you know with Aidan?"
as she spoke she ran her trunk into a muggle with her cart causing her cat to hiss angrily and jump over to Kami's luggage cart."Oi! Watch where your goin! ...Bloody Rebels..." The old man mumbled as he lumbered away. Ania was hitching up her skirt ready to run after him but Kami put a hand to her shoulder and laughed."Hey it's okay leave the poor old cranky man." Shaking her head she walked along, Ania close behind mumbling "Bloody accident...old git."
They came upon platform 9 and 3/4 moments later and joining arms the cousins passed through the bricks with their trunks. They were quickly surrounded by steam billowing from the train. The girls mothers and nana, came in behind them, arm in arm and chatting happily.
Ania looked around for anyone she might know and smiled at her cousin. "So back to Aidan WHY did you act so weird...?" Kami groaned picking MR. Fancy off her cart and passing him to Ania."Well....I just...I worry about you Ania....Don't get your hopes up." Ania smiled softly taking the cat "Don't worry I can take care of myself...."
I hope
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Posted: Sat Mar 01, 2008 3:21 pm
He'd been planning this one since his first year at Hogwarts... He'd love to see the looks on the stupid Muggles' faces as he did it. He'd pop into existence right before their eyes, then walk straight through the barrier to platform 9 3/4. Give them something to scratch their brains about. He smiled evilly as he threw his duffel bag over his shoulder and took a hold of his trunk's handle. He was still in his bedroom, and looked around it, as if saying goodbye for the last time.
Maddox, his little white dog, came up and jumped on his legs, barking happily, but he seemed to know that Aidan was leaving him again. He smiled, dropped his bag, and crouched down to pick up the little dog. His best friend. He smiled as the little fluffball licked his face. "Stop it, Maddox," he said, laughing, and scratching Maddox's belly. Maddox was probably the one thing about this place he'd miss the most. He wished he could take him with, but dogs were not allowed at Hogwarts. Aidan snorted angrily at the thought. No, of course, they'd let cats on the premises, but anything that barked, no way. "Ignorant bastards," he said aloud, to no one in particular.
"See you later, Maddox. Don't worry, I've told Draco to come get you later on today. He'll take good care of you." Yeah. Draco Malfoy was about the only person he could ever trust with his beloved Maddox. Draco was ten, not yet old enough to attend Hogwarts, but he loved Maddox to death, and always asked to come over and play with him, or dog-sit him when Aidan went to school. And Aidan let him. Draco was a cute little kid. His parents were friends with Aidan's, so Draco had grown up as a sort of little-brother figure to Aidan.
Again, Aidan stood up, threw the bag over his shoulder, and Apparated with a loud crack!. Next thing he knew, he was at King's Cross station in London, and already collecting a crowd of surprised on-lookers. He smiled mischievously at them, and turned around to dash through the barrier to the platform, but as soon as he was through he ran smack into none other than the blue-haired girl from the Leaky Cauldron the other day.
"S***!" he yelled as he knocked the cart over and the cat hissed angrily at him from Ania's arms. 'Damn cat!' he thought, 'I HATE cats!'
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Posted: Sat Mar 01, 2008 4:23 pm
"It's alright, Ginny," said Charlie, patting his little sister on the back as she cried into his shoulder. He carried her as they walked toward the barrier to the platform. Ginny was nine years old, and devastated that she had to go yet another year without most of her brothers. "You'll be going too, soon enough," he continued. "And Ron's still gonna be there to keep you company."
Ronald rolled his eyes in annoyance. Mrs. Weasley tucked in the tag on the back of his t-shirt. "Fred, George, stop it now," she said loudly, as the twins shot past on either side, racing baggage trolleys. They turned sharply around and stopped for a moment.
"But Mum, surely you don't want us to miss out on the best part of the train station?" said George, grinning. He exchanged glances with Fred and they were off yet again, squeezing between passers-by and laughing maniacally. They checked over their shoulders and one after the other sped through the barrier and out onto the platform, and kept on racing about, until they knocked another cart into a much older blond boy they recognized as Aidan Reese, a seventh year Slytherin.
"IF I'VE TOLD YOU ONCE I'VE TOLD YOU A HUNDRED TIMES" yelled Molly Weasley, coming up behind the twins and whacking them on the backs of their heads with the palm of her hand. "NO TROLLEY RACING ON THE PLATFORM! APOLOGIZE!"
Fred and George looked at each other, astonished. They would certainly not apologize to Aidan Reese!
"NOOWWW!!" screamed Mrs. Weasley. "Right. Sorry, Aidan," they said in unison, then turned around and stuck out their tongues, as if to spit the taste from their mouths. no need to scream and shout, no doubt if women are from venus now. i'll get to them somehow...
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Posted: Sat Mar 01, 2008 6:59 pm
  Her eyes crinkled and her lips formed into a smile as she approached her, who Jane now remembered as Eleanor, pushing her cart with her. “Hi, Eleanor,” she greeted, letting go of the cart and pulling out a pure yellow cloth from her jean’s pocket. She quickly used her hands and tied it around her neck like a bandanna. It was very random of her to put it on as she started whistling, her eyes looking at other people as well.
When she looked back at the sixth year Hufflepuff, she nodded and gave a small grin. In her head, she was quite surprised that the girl noticed her; even more surprised that she called her out. “I’m fine, just a little bit unhappy that I’m not going to have Johan and Jonah at my side this year for the first time,” she explained, her eyes still a bit red although they were dry. Jane put her hands in her pockets, tapping her right shoe with her eyes still looking at Eleanor. “How ‘bout you?”
She jumped a bit, looking around for where she heard the crash. She saw carts topple over and familiar students around them. Her eyes squinted, trying to look at the people from a far distance. She adjusted her eyes again with her arms crossed, realizing who some of the people were. “Oh no, Fred and George,” she groaned, although a smirk ran across her face. She’s been in many incidents in the last year where she’s done pranks on the twins, but they’ve done some greater stuff through the school. Jane’s attention turned back to Eleanor. “Sorry, those two are like my little brothers,” she made clear, shrugging a bit. She gave a sigh, clapping her fingers together. “So, are you excited about the train ride this year to Hogwarts?” she asked. She started shaking with excitement her smile getting wider. “Even though it’s my year for OWLs, I can just feel the thrill of events already!”
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Posted: Sat Mar 01, 2008 7:15 pm
 A small black, shabby, cab pulled up to the pavement dragging a tail of smoke behind it. Those who had attended Hogwarts the previous year knew the sequence of consequential events that was to follow; the chauffeur would get out and in a hasty pace he would move to the passenger door on the curb side and elegantly open the door. Revealing his dark-haired passenger with her ever so striking smile, which parted her crimson lips to reveal pearly-white teeth. The young woman would step out onto the pavement and kindly nod at the chauffeur after he closed the door. Sequentially she would wait for him to fetch her a trolley and unload her trunks onto it, then she would tip him and go straight into King's Cross Station.Looking carefully around before going through the barrier the dark-haired woman pushed through and as she disappeared from the common eye she reappeared on the platform which housed the Hogwarts Express. Later on she would loaded her trunk onto the train with the aid of some eager students and find herself a nice compartment to spend the journey to the castle in. That was pretty much the standard annual arrival of Bellacissa Love d'Mort in a nutshell.First it was time for a little socializing, after all Bellacissa was not as stuck up as her name suggested she was. She could not help but feel eyes turn at her arrival, some parents shielded their children while others glared at her with, if looks could kill she would have been long dead. Though it seemed to be less than last year, apparently the row she had with her parents over their beliefs did have such a low profile as her mother would have wanted it to have. On the other hand it still hurt her deep inside that she was when judge for things she could not have helped in the slightest sense. It amazed her though, that even with the Dark Lord Voldemort believed dead and his minion Death Eaters afraid of capture; the public still harboured some hatred towards her name and those of others.Young Bella hardly dared to look up and meet the convicting eyes. The posture she could maintain in school, one of equality to most others was robbed from her here the moment parents and even some students spotted her. She did suppose that in time she could come to terms with it and learn to deal with popular opinion and how it should not affect her because it was based not on her behaviour but that of others. It would be hard, and it might take long but one day she would prevail; after all most of her fellow Gryffidor year-mates were kind to her. Those Weasley kids were nice, speaking of which that was them right there with their mother looking outraged.
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Posted: Sat Mar 01, 2008 7:23 pm
"Oh, I'm well," she said in that cute, high-pitched voice of hers. "That's right, your brothers graduated last year.... Well I'm sure you'll be quite alright." She smiled, and leaned backward and forward on her toes, hands folded in front of her. "My summer was nice. I've been working on a few new wands. They should be done in a few months...have to work out all the details you know. You wouldn't believe how long it actually takes to make just one wand..." her little voice trailed off as she saw both the Weasley twins knock a cart that went flying into Aidan Reese, and she couldn't help but laugh a little, especially when Mrs. Weasley started screaming.
Aidan Reese... now he was a piece of work. He was a beautiful man on the outside, really, but Eleanor knew him to be black and vile on the inside. A sex addict, an alcoholic, a smoker. There actually wasn't much Aidan wouldn't do. Eleanor had made many little notes to herself concerning his behavior. He was an interesting one.
"Oh," said Eleanor, making a mental note that the Weasley twins were like Jane's little brothers. Eleanor was an observer. She loved knowing peoples' stories. Not that she was nosy or anything. But she was a story-teller, and was always looking for inspiration. She was just the kind of person who would surprise you with knowing your birthday, favorite color, and things like that, out of nowhere.
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Posted: Sat Mar 01, 2008 7:49 pm
 The young male walked into the crowded station, a cart infront of him and his hands upon it as he pushed it down the platforms. It was a normal day in London, that was for sure; there were groups, couples, people of all kinds, walking around and hurrying to catch their train, going to meet someone arriving, people who were working there and even little kids running around in extasy.
Finding that he was a lone, Ryan stopped and moved his right leg, turning at an angle away from the cart to allow his earth-beaten brown eyes to scan those behind him until they fell upon another brown head- although his hair was currently dyed a little lighter than that. A grin spread across his face as he saw a couple coming in behind her.
His mother called to him, words that weren't audible to him, but he picked up the hand that had been hanging loosly, free of the trolly/carts handle, to wave as though her words had reached him. His father nearly shook his head, knowing his son hadn't, in fact, heard her words. He spoke something to her, but Ryan wasn't paying attention enough to read his lips as he stuck the hand in his pocket and turned only his head to look upon the platform again.
He couldn't see anyone he knew just yet. As far as he was concerned, he was alone; discluding his sister, that is. "I wonder where everyone is," he whispered, running the hand that'd been on the trolly the whole time through his unnatural hair, pushing it back before the hand returned to its place and his hair fell back to how it'd been. "Not only that, but I wonder how the year is going to go."
With that, and his family close on his heels now, he pushed foward again, towards plateform 9 and 10 where he would make his entrance onto the platform unknownst to the muggles that were sworming the place.
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Posted: Sat Mar 01, 2008 7:59 pm
 A frustrated sigh escaped the lips of the young slytherin, returning for her sixth year in the grand castle called Hogwarts. She was pushing her trolly, her parents behind her, as the harsh and loud words of muggles pounded upon her, causing her this foul mood which loomed like the plague; like her brother, she should say, for that was far worse as far as she was concerned. And, speaking of the little devil, she noticed that he'd disappeared.
He thinks that because he is older he has the ability to just roam off, she heard the thoughts in her head just barely over the sounds of the station. Waht a busy day it was! But as her strange colored eyes scaned the hoards of those around them, in hopes of seeing a familiar face or two, she saw the man she was dreading, standing a ways ahead of them.
She heard her mothers voice behind her, gentle and warm, saying something to her brother, but they all knew he didn't hear them as he waved. "What a git," she whispered under her breath, looking to the side of her, to a group of what seemed to be college students, or so was what she'd heard they were called. OR she thought so. She could be wrong.
They were just behind Ryan now, and so he started off again. She could see, thankfully, the wall to their destination in the distance; the sooner they got there, the less she had to be trailing behind this monstrosity and in front of the two liars of which had raised her. If there was any day she hated and dispised in the years, it was when she was going to the platform, only because it meant she may be seen with them. The disgusting filth that her family was; she was ashamed to even have such blood running through her veins. And if a vampire were ever to drink such blood, she'd think they would surely die, and feel sorry for the pittiful thing as it slid down its throught.
"Disgusting," she said softly into the crowd, the noises consuming it without being heard.
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Posted: Sat Mar 01, 2008 8:35 pm
Bailey smiled as Bradin came to walk next to her and took her hand. He was only three years old, but so mature for his age. He didn't ask to be held, but Bailey wanted to, so she scooped him up in her arms. Harvey sat contentedly in his cage on the cart as Mr. Thompson pushed it along, and Chelsea sat on top of Bailey's trunk and fed him carrots through the bars. Aunt Susan led the way, looking classy and important as always in her Muggle woman's business suit and high-heeled shoes, which clacked on the stone floor as she walked.
"Do you have to go, Bailey?" asked Bradin solemnly. He hadn't liked her being gone last year, even though they'd seen each other every few weeks. He knew that now she'd be gone for almost a whole year, and didn't want her to go.
"Yes, Bradey, I have to go so I can learn how to use my magic. You wouldn't want me blowing up the house or anything, would you?" she giggled, and he couldn't help but laugh along. His eyes were a pretty blue, from the Malfoy side of their family, but deeper, and darker, like looking down into the deep part of a calm ocean.
"Lookit, Bailey," said Chelsea, grinning widely as she scrinched up her face and turned her hair white. "Now I'm like Harvey!" she giggled happily, and stuck another baby carrot through the bars of the rabbit's cage. Aunt Susan spun on her heel and Mr. Thompson stopped the cart, surprised. "Not here, sweetheart," she said. "Please change your hair back darling." Chelsea nodded, made the face again, and soon her hair had turned back to the pale blond color she'd chosen for the day. A few people stopped and stared for a moment, blinked several times, and turned and hurried on their way.
Next thing Bailey knew, Aunt Susan had walked into a wall. And gone through it! Mr. Thompson hesitated, then followed cautiously, and Bailey smiled and looked around. 'No one's looking,' she thought. "Ready?" Bradin nodded, and Bailey walked through, out onto a platform. Bradin's mouth opened in awe as he looked at the beautiful black and red train, and he asked to be let down. Bailey obliged, and Bradin ran after Mr. Thompson, tugging on his jacket and pointing excitedly at the train.
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Posted: Sat Mar 01, 2008 9:18 pm
 “Thank you, kindly,” she said, giving a little bow. She stood up straight, showing her sincerity in her smile. Her eyes showed interest as she stared at Eleanor with the utmost curiosity. “That’s so wicked, it is! You must have amazing magic.” She started playing with her fingers, a blush creeping on her face. ‘If only I was that good with magic…’
She looked up again, playing with the handkerchief around her neckline. As Jane did this, her eyes wandered yet again, seeing more of the people around the platform. She finally recognized through the crowd Aidan Reese, more of the Weasley family, and Ryan Martin. She gave a sarcastic sigh, as if she was in dreamland. “Such lovely boys at our school, and yet—“ Her head turned to Eleanor, a smirk upon Jane. “—no luck.”
Tiny hands positioned behind her head as she laughed warmly. “Such—a—shame!” she joked loudly. Her head shook, her laugh quieting down. As people passed by, they glanced at her sudden outburst, then walked on. Jane noticed this, but made it seem as if she didn’t. It felt weird for her to talk to Eleanor as they’ve only had few conversations throughout knowing themselves at Hogwarts. But, from Jane’s view and hopefully Eleanor’s as well, she was enjoying this little chit-chat with her.
“So,” said Jane, hoping to change the subject. “Have you had any luck with love lately?” By the tone of her voice, she sounded serious, but she was hoping to have struck a nerve, for she was wondering if Eleanor had a defense mechanism or some other. In her head, really, she was smiling all the way. On her face, though, her face was dead stern, looking at her for an answer.
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Posted: Sun Mar 02, 2008 8:02 am
  Melanie smiled as she entered King's Cross Station with her parents following closely behind. Melanie going first, the group of three went through the barrier. While she breathed in the air, Melanie's eyes sparkeled with a child-like happiness. She was sad and yet excited to go back to Hogwarts. She liked staying at home with her parents, but when she did, she felt a pain knawing her insides to go back to school. So there was an excitement to go back.
In one hand Melanie was holding a warm colored basket that was filled with light blue and green blankets. Underneath all the blankets lay a sleepuing kitten, which Melanie had proudly named Jeff. She lowered her head so that it was at the basket's level and whispered, "We're almost there buddy" Melanie knew that Jeff couldn't hear her, nor understand her (if he was awake) but whispering this to him gave her a small comfort. A reassurance for herself. In the other hand Melanie was dragging along one heavy Hogwarts trunk. Her parent's still staying closely behind her were also dragging along one heavy Hogwarts trunk each. Yes, Melanie did have way too many things that she "absolutely needed."
She turned to her parents, they were both looking at her with concern lingereing on their faces. Since Melanie was an only child and a daughter of once-deatheaters, they worried about her greatly during school times. Melanie smiled warmly at them to tell that she was going to be all right. They both slightly nodded. "We're sorry Superstar, but it's time for both of us to go to work." "It's all right, I know." With a hug and kisses on the forehead, her parents left her with her two other trunks. She felt a few tears go down her cheeks and she quickly wiped them off, there was no need for somebody like Aidan or Fred, or possibly even George, to tease her about it. Melanie stood there with her sleeping kitten and her three heavy trunks and sighed. 'Great, how am I going to move these?' She tugged at her scarf, glad that she had worn it today.
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