HOGWARTS EXPRESS, FALL 2021.

[[ ALLIE ]]

The magical platform is filled with people -- from strained
parents to eager children to reluctant students returning
to school. Noise and smoke fills the air as the young minds
prepare to leave their homes once more for a year learning
at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. There are
attendants waiting to help you with your cases -- make
sure you have everything you need! Then say your goodbyes
and hop on board! Remember, the Express leaves at 11 am,
sharp.

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[gideon evertree]

GIDEON to GAGE

Gideon was more than a little enthused to be going back to school. Sure, it was his last term but there were so many things he had planned ahead of him. Things with the newspaper and he'd gotten up the courage (or rather his cousin Mina had convinced him) to take his music public and had after lining up a few gigs for him in Brighton over the summer had moved her sights to Hogsmeade. As introverted as the boy was, he was looking forward to it. Maybe it was finally time for him to break out of his shell a little bit more than he had. He was almost tired of being apprehensive and timid when it came to the outside world. Maybe it was the thought of leaving school and going out into the real world that had finally boosted his mindset into a confident individual. Well, kind of confident anyway. There was a part of him that would always be withdrawn from the rest of the world but maybe he didn't have to be so much on his own. After all, he had friends despite his shy personality and that had to be a good sign.

To be honest, the seventeen year old was eager to finally be finished with school. He would miss it, of course, but he was ready for the next chapter in his life. Not that he knew where the road would lead him or where he would go after school, but he was excited to figure that all out. All he had to do was pass his N.E.W.T.'s this year and finally figure out a career plan, more to appease his parents than for himself, and he would be set. There was another reason he was eager to be back at school and that was his best friend, Reigh. He hadn't seen her all summer and knew that her family was having some problems, though he didn't know what. He was worried, to say the least, but he was trying not to show it. But that's how Gideon was -- he was always the protector type of person, the champion. If there was something wrong, he wanted to fix it, to make it better. Of course, he couldn't all the time but it didn't make the feeling go away.

Stepping onto the magical train platform, Gideon breathed a sigh that was akin to relief. There was something soothing about the billowing smoke and sound of chatter. Taking off his sunglasses, he ran a hand through his unruly dark hair before adjusting the strap of his guitar case on his shoulder. He pulled the cart with his trunk and pet carrier, mysteriously sans his cat Aramis. Somehow the black cat always made it to Hogwarts without being in his carrier. Gideon never knew how he did it, and didn't question it. It was kind of an amusing story to tell really. He'd even tried leaving him at home one year, but by the time he got to his dormitory if Ravenclaw tower there the cat was. By this time he'd gotten so used to it, it hardly crossed his mind. Except that he saw a black tail darting onto the train. In a fit of curiosity, Gideon decided to see exactly where his cat was going.

Leaving his luggage with the attendant, he quickly loped up the steps to the train car he saw Aramis run on to. Peeking down the corridor, he saw the feline dart around the corner onto the next car. Shaking his head, Gideon followed. For a moment, he lost sight of his pet. When he finally found him again, Aramis was sitting patiently outside a compartment, his green eyes unblinking. Quirking his eyebrows, Gideon hesitantly drew closer. Light voices drifted from the corridor and he realized there were people inside the compartment. He paused; sure, he'd been curious about where Aramis had gotten off to but he hadn't planned on embarrassing himself with the stupid animal in front of people. Gideon glared at the cat, but Aramis just quirked his tail and glanced into the compartment. Almost as if he could sense Gideon's discomfort and reveled in it, the cat stood up from his seated position and face the open compartment door.

"No," Gideon hissed in a panic, his breathing accelerating at the thought of having to chase Aramis into the compartment. He crept towards the cat as quietly as he could, his blue eyes keeping contact with his green ones. "Aramis, no. Come on, come here. If you come here, there's a nice treat in it for you. How about some Bertie Bott's? I know you like those ear wax flavored ones. Come on, buddy," Gideon tried his best to coax the cat without drawing attention from the people inside the compartment. Blinking up at him, Aramis just flicked his tail once more and padded into the compartment. Gideon cursed under his breath and winced. Great, just bloody great. His good day had just been ruined by the most frustrating pet in the entire universe.

[landon appleton]

landon -- who the hell ever !

Landon Appleton did not feel well enough to be traveling on a train for an entire day, particularly one filled with squeaky preteen boys and giggling teenage girls. If he had things his way - and he was very accustomed to having things done his way - then he would just Apparate to Hogsmeade and walk the rest of the way to the school. Not only would he get there with much time to spare, he would most certainly use that time wisely; sleeping in his four poster bed, tucked away in the seventh year's dormitory in Gryffindor tower. Of course, he wasn't allowed to Apparate to Hogsmeade today, because Weasley would have a fit with his missing the train, as would the rest of the staff, and he honestly wasn't in the mood to deal with squabbling teachers today, either. Pressing two fingers to his throbbing temples on each side of his head, Landon muttered a few words that some of the mothers in his general area obviously didn't approve of, what with the looks they were giving him. Angrily, he stalked towards the train, dragging his trunk on the ground behind him.

Of course, it was his own fault he had a headache. It wasn't just some random curse of nature that Landon was in physical torture this morning - it was just the aftermath of the night before. He'd been angry at his parents, and a little hurt, as well, that they weren't even coming home to see him off for his last year of school. So he'd taken off walking into the town, ignoring almost everyone until he'd happened upon a tiny, out of the way pub that probably saw the same clientele every weekend. He'd pushed his way inside, charmed the old barmaid into giving him drink, after drink, after drink, until he was finally drunk enough to leave the pub with a girl he'd never seen before and would probably never see again. He didn't even remember her name, just that her hair was the color of gold and she smelled like watermelons. She had been a Muggle, he was sure of that. And she'd certainly given him a night to remember, one that he wouldn't regret.

After finally happening upon an empty compartment, Landon was pulled out of his reverie and the blond boy barged into the tiny little room, shoving his trunk into the seat and turning on his heel to march back out. He needed to find someone, maybe Gracie, because he sure as hell didn't want to spend the whole train ride alone. Grace always put him in a good mood, and he didn't even know why. She was a fantastic friend, though, and that's really all he needed. Stepping off the train again, back onto the platform, the sun stung his eyes. Had they really adjusted that quickly inside the darker train? Huffing, he reached on top of his messy head and yanked the sunglasses down onto his nose, covering his eyes. Sure, Landon Appleton felt like shit. But he never, ever, looked like it. The seventeen year old was dressed haphazardly, with flip-flops, khaki cargo shorts, and a wifebeater on, and yet he still managed to look like he'd stepped out of a magazine. Girls passing him eyed him, and he noticed, sometimes winking at the ones he found more attractive. Usually, he would pursue them, but at the moment he just wanted a nap.

Frowning, and running a hand through his already messy hair, Landon leaned against a pillar in the middle of the station and crossed his arms, watching as the people walked past. He didn't know exactly what he was watching, or waiting, for, but he didn't honestly care. Today was turning into a "whatever happens, happens" kind of day and he couldn't say he was disappointed. All he wanted was sleep and a hangover potion, and he would be good to go.

[LT:Forever The Sickest Kids - Believe Me, I'm Lying]

[kiernan robinson]

KIERNAN to REIGH

Kiernan was not as enthused as his cousin to be returning to school. Mostly because he was a summer person, and he'd wish there were a few extra weeks tacked on to their summer holiday each year. Or months, if that could work. There was only one highlight about this year, that Kiernan could see. And that was finally graduating and getting his ass out of Hogwart and his house -- and straight into Auror training. He'd found out just a few short weeks after his seventeenth birthday that he'd been accepted into the Ministry's auror program. Despite was some of his family members though, Kiernan knew for a fact that his father had not helped him into that spot. That was because Howell Robinson was too old fashioned to let anything come to his children the easy way. Plus, he hadn't been happy with Kiernan since he'd found out about Halden and that Kier had helped his sister get settled in her new life with a muggle boyfriend and the newborn child.

The Robinsons were far from elitists, but Howell hadn't approved of Halden going about in the muggle world as she did -- to find out she was actually dating one and was, thus, impregnated by one. Well, let's just say the Robinson Black Sheep got black listed. Everyone besides Howell had helped Halden, kept in contact with her, but when he'd found out Kiernan had helped as well he'd been extra hard on the seventeen year old. He'd even left Kiernan to find his own way to King's Cross today. If it hadn't been for his mother sneaking him enough money for muggle bus fare and Halden's directions, the young wizard would never have made it. As it was, he was almost too late. It was ten minutes 'til eleven and Kiernan found himself pushing his way through a crowd of confused first years to get to the train attendant. He tried to be polite as possible as he moved past people, but his mood hardly allowed him to be as apologetic as he should have been.

Kier got in line to check his luggage, impatiently tapping his foot as he did so. Letting out a long breath, he pulled of his aviators and hooked thin in the collar of his t-shirt. He dragged a hand over his face before rubbing the sleep from his eyes. The night before had been less than restful. If the situation with his sister hadn't been enough to keep him awake, his father's drunken arrival home and the consequential fight Howell and Kelly had gotten into certainly would have been. And then there was another complication. Somehow, he'd managed to make a cyber enemy out of his dear cousin's best friend. Screw him if he actually knew what he'd done to the girl in a fucking chatroom, but he'd offended her somehow. Of course, Kiernan was quite used to having enemies. He wasn't the easiest person to get along with, though he could be charming enough he supposed. This girl, however, Ray or whatever her name had been, seemed to be the type that just liked to be pissed off at people.

She'd spouted of some business about being easy going and having lots of friends but Kiernan seriously doubted that. The only friends a chick like that had were blast-ended skrewts -- and everyone knows what sort of tendencies they have. Finally, it was his turn to check his baggage. Pushing his cart over to the attendants, he took the little pink slip they gave out to make sure your baggage actually got on the train. "Thank Merlin," he whispered under his breath, tucking the paper slip into his pocket. At just that moment, his ComTech vibrated. Pulling it out, he saw it was a text from Halden. His sister had known what kind of mood he'd been in that morning and was, probably, the only other person who could understand. Having been the only other person to experience the things he had with their family.

The corner of his mouth turned up as he read; Halden always seemed to know what to say to make him feel better. Now that they were older, their relationship had evolved into more of a friendship than brother/sister. Kiernan began typing out a reply as he made his way onto the train. Unfortunately, as it turns out, trying to navigate a busy train corridor and text at the same time is not, actually, a good idea. As he was typing out the last few letters, he collided with another person. Being as big as he was, his mere size alone lodged the two of them in an awkward position. And sent his phone flying across the floor, accidentally erasing the message he'd been about to send. "Dammit," he cursed, rather loudly even in the crowded corridor. Impatient and frustrated, and ran a hand through his shaggy brown hair and turned toward the person he'd collided with. "Don't you ever watch where you're going?"

[LT:adele - make you feel my love]

[grace holland]

GRACE to LANDON

As Grace stepped out of the sleek black car her father had hired to take her to King's Cross, Grace sat her sunglasses atop her head and looked at the facade of the building. She was more than eager to be back at school -- and not just because a certain Quidditch player was going to be there. Well, he wasn't the only reason she was dancing with anticipation. Landon Appleton, possibly her best friend at Hogwarts, would also be waiting for her. Of course they'd been in contact over the summer, but it wasn't the same as seeing him every day of seeing the smile when she made him laugh. She'd missed that -- more than she thought she would actually. Flashing a grin at the chauffeur as he packed her trunk onto one of the luggage carts available, she gladly took it from him and sent him on his way. After all, he was probably a muggle, if she knew her father. The man was all about keeping the statute of secrecy, even if it meant being as authentic as possible with muggle transportation.

Having lived the first half of her life out in the muggle world, Grace would have been just as happy taking the bus. Her father, however, would never allow it. For all his faults and the history with her mum, and the little fact that she hadn't even known he'd existed until she was eight years old, Grace did love her father. Although, recently, he was frustrating her more and more. Especially with his new girlfriend. Ugh. Gag me, honestly. She didn't even know the woman, really, but Grace knew she kept her father out at all hours and had him bending over backwards to please her. This, she did not like. Unfortunately, she seemed to be the only person in the Knight household to find a problem with it. So, Grace gave up questioning it and fighting against his relationship with the mystery woman. Instead, she spent what little time she was in London for the summer visiting her muggle grandmother in the nursing home that she lived in and buying things for her new puppy.

Thinking of Georgie put her mind of the Snitch-shaped dog treats and that day in the Menagerie. A smile tugged at her lips and Grace shook her head. Every time she thought about it she got all giggly and stupid, so she pushed it from her mind. There was time enough later to go all melty over Brigham Striker. Hopefully, in private so no one could witness her girlishness. Pushing through the metal barrier between the muggle platform and the magical one, Grace heaved a sigh of relief as she came out on the other side. She always hated that barrier thing, it always made her stomach go all weak and fluttery and made her break out in sweat. Straightening her red knit tank top, she pushed her cart over towards the line of attendants, got her slip, and promptly started looking for someone she knew. Brigham or Landon in particular. Well, Landon mostly. She still hadn't figured out where she stood with Brigs and on the platform waiting to go back to school did not seem the right place to figure such things out.

Her blue eyes scanned the platform and finally alighted upon the very person she'd been looking for, leaning up against one of the columns along the platform. Lord, but the boy had been gifted with looks. She wasn't the only one to think so -- if the glances from females of all ages were giving him were any indication. And Grace knew from personal experience that they were. Almost skipping over to him, her long hair bouncing in it's ponytail at the crown of her head, she circled around behind the column. Leaning around the stone structure, she lightly poked him in the ribs and kissed him on the neck before whispering in his ear. "Hey scrumptious," she said, her smile evident in her voice. "Whatcha doing just standing here looking sexy as anything and bored as hell?" Moving to stand next to him, she placed her hands lightly on her hip bones, a coy smile playing on her lips. "You weren't waiting on me were you?"

the outfit.

[LT:aerosmith - dream on]

[molly-willamina weasley]

MOLLY-WILLAMINA -- ANYONE

"There are those things that happen in life that we can always predict. We expect these things, not because we can see them coming, but mostly because they are annual - somewhat like a tradition. It's like how your birthday will always be on the same day in the same month every single year, or how Christmas dinner always actually occurs the day after Christmas because that's the way it's been forever. The actual happenings of these things like birthdays or dinners, however, are not always the same. For example, maybe one year you got a book you know you'll never read for your birthday and the year after that same person who gave you that book saw the light and gave a really nice pen. That doesn't happen every year now does it?"

"In many ways for Molly-Willamina the Hogwarts express was a bit like a birthday or a Christmas dinner, always exciting for others but never eventful for her. For example it always left at exactly eleven o'clock on September first and not a second later, there were always far to many students flooding the platform and all Molly-Willamina could do is walk as fast as she could with her braces on and hope not to get trampled. However, very unlike a birthday or a Christmas dinner Molly-Willamina also had a very good of what was going to happen from the time she walked through the wall to the time that the train left at eleven A.M."

"First Lucy would walk through the wall, most likely holding mom's hand. Then dad would follow, not bothering to wait or hold Molly-Willamina's hand, and finally - sometime after, Molly-Willamina would appear on the other side of the wall after having legged behind for sometime because she could not walk at a normal pace worth a damn. Then Lucy would pass around a few hugs to mom and dad while Molly-Willamina tried to make an early start onto the train, which wouldn't happen because she couldn't run worth another damn and before she could get anywhere dad would pull her back so that he could give the same lecture on being good students as he did last year. Lucy would pass around a few hugs before say something cute or something like that, which would make mom smile while dad continued to give warning looks to Molly-Willamina. Then Lucy would run off to her little friends while Molly-Willamina was left to waddle onto the train and find any seat that there was left."

"Molly-Willamina bit her bottom lip and tried to hold back a smile as the actions that she'd predicted played out in front of her abnormally large eyes, sort of. See, she wasn't really looking at her parents, her sister, or anyone else who she could rely on to make her miserable. Instead a playful light in her eyes wandered around the station, not that you could tell, there was so much of her short black hair in her face that you couldn't really see her eyes to begin with. Her posture, however, implied something like 'i don't care just get me on the train.' She was leaning against her luggage, for support mostly, and her fingers tapped the surface of her suitcase to a melody that played in her head."

"When finally she was dismissed in the fashion she had been dismissed in year and year before she walked the station until she found an attendant to give her luggage to. She dropped everything off so that she wouldn't have to carry it around everywhere (I'm mean, she could barely carry her own weight) except for an old brown nap sack that she kept on her back. It contained all the essentials any teenage girl would need...well, any teenage girl like Molly-Willamina anyways. A note book, a collection of pens that were nearly out of ink, and a good thick novel that could either be an enjoyable read or a handy weapon. After she took care of everything she decided it was time to board the train."

"At first Molly-Willamina watched as her sister boarded the train. She was obviously looking for someone, friends to sit with and what not. Others walked all in groups or pairs, happily talking giggling or whatever. The most noticeable thing that Molly-Willamina noticed (seeing as it was a noticeable thing) was that there were similarities between each of the people in each group. Sunglasses, purses, t-shirts. Molly-Willamina didn't have a group or a physical similarity to anyone. Her summer dress actually had short sleeves, and was longer, hiding half of her legs and the braces that came with them. It was also a dark blue and had large brass buttons on the front. Not only that, but she wasn't waiting for anyone. She wasn't really close with anyone, she just talked to everyone. Did that make her reclused, or over un-reclused?"

"A wave of dizziness passed over Molly-Willamina for a quick second. She didn't know if it was all the thinking about people and their little niches, or if it was the heat... or possibly something else that she'd been plagued with forever with out actually knowing it (hint hint.) Deciding that she'd better stop thinking about it before she passed out, Molly-Willamina grabbed onto the railings and boarded, or at least, started to board the train until one of her leg braces got caught in the gap between the second and third stair. She tugged at it a little, but it wouldn't move. Now this she did not predict."

[LT:tori amos - little earthquakes]

[lucy weasley]

WhoEVER;;

The redhead slipped through the barrier, shaking out the usual tinglies she got from the portal. She wasn't exactly sure why she got that tingly feeling in the tips of her fingers, but she did. Excitement, she supposed. She glanced over her shoulder as her dad came through the portal, then her sister. It was the same every year. She heaved a slight sigh as her father gave her a hug, going over all the rules again (as if he needed to) and trying very hard not to look like a bratty impatient five year old who couldn't wait for him to shut up. "I know, Dad" she said, not quite managing to keep a sigh imprisoned behind her lips. Finally she was free. She turned quickly away from her parents, hauling her trunk with her onto the train. She found an open compartment and shoved the trunk under the seat, knowing she'd never manage to lift it onto the rack up top. Her tabby cat, Washugal, was perched on her shoulder. It was his favorite spot, for whatever reason, and the two of them probably looked a little odd, but Lu had never been the type to mind much. The cat perched himself there carefully, probably a rather difficult feat considering the girl's skinny shoulders, and would hook his claws lightly into her shirt to keep himself from slipping. He had never scratched her, though, at least when she was walking.

She turned to stare at the students going by in the aisle outside the compartment, her hands perched loosely on her hips. She felt a flutter of excitement in the pit of her stomach. It was almost unbelievable how excited she was to be heading back to Hogwarts. She couldn't imagine a luckier person. She quickly stepped into the flow of students, making her way to the nearest door and stepping down, ducking away from the direction of the portal, hoping to avoid her overbearing father and, of course, to see some of her old friends. The crowds pushed and shoved, but Lucy didn't mind as much as she might have had it been any other day. She really disliked huge crowds, was a bit claustrophobic when it came to lots of people, really, but at the start of term, she didn't mind a bit. After all, it seemed a small price to pay when she was almost off to the best school in the world. She paused as she thought she caught sight of a familiar face, standing on tip toe to try and see better, but the person was quickly lost in the crowds, and Lucy supposed she must have imagined it or something.

It was really rather annoying to be so short at times like this, which was probably another reason she disliked crowds. She couldn't see over anyone, and people were always towering over her. It was a little intimidating, really, but oh well. She never gave much thought to it, and most of the time, she liked being short, actually. It just came in rather unhandy every once in a while. She heaved a slight sigh as she glanced about her, still hoping to catch a glimpse of a familiar face...

Outfit

[gage russo]

GAGE to GIDEON

[/b] She sat up straight and looked down at the creature, just as Spook hooted from above. Gage rolled her eyes. She supposed she really couldn't be angry when she allowed her own animal to travel free throughout the area. Bending down, a slight smile on her face, she picked up the cat and scratched behind its ears. "All right you," she started in a soft, joking manner, "You've got my attention. Not what is it you needed? You're not lost, are you?" Gage held the creature in both arms, grinning as she petted it's soft fur, and listened to its purring. She could only hope the wandering beast wasn't too far from its owner.[/blockquote][/size][/ul]

[reighleigh braxton]

reigh-- kier !

Reighleigh Braxton’s alarm clock was mocking her – it was just the simple. No matter how many times she slammed the device down on her bedside table, threw it on the ground, or screamed at it, it proceeded to screech loudly in her ear, telling her it was time to wake up. And even though she kept telling it that it really wasn’t, the clock just didn’t listen, continuing to bleat on and on in its unnaturally high voice until Reigh just couldn’t take it anymore. Throwing the covers off of her lithe form, the sixteen year old practically leaped out of the bed and slammed her fist down on top of the clock, causing the poor thing to finally quiet down. Sighing in relief, she threw herself back down onto the bed and pulled the pillow over her face, blocking out the sunlight streaming in through the window. It was summer, why couldn’t she just sleep in for once? Reigh lay there for a few moments, the pillow over her head, until she finally had an epiphany.

It actually wasn’t summer, not anymore.

With a shriek of her own, almost as high as her irritating alarm clock, she yanked the pillow off of her face and rolled over quickly in bed, staring at the time. 10:10. She was so, so, so late. Groaning, she slid out of bed, a little bit slower this time but still with urgency, and trotted to the bathroom connected to her bedroom. She washed her face, brushed her teeth, and tossed her hair into a ponytail before stripping off her clothes and slipping into jeans and a sweatshirt. Thanking Merlin that she’s actually packed the night before, she grabbed her trunk by the handle and sped out the bedroom door, crashing down the stairs and ending up, rather ungracefully, on the floor at the bottom of them. Muttering under her breath, she stood up quickly and brushed herself off, not realizing she had an audience until she finally looked up. Her aunt Laura was there, leaning against the front door with a smile the size of Hogwarts on her face. Always mature, Reighleigh made a face and stuck her tongue out at her aunt, who just laughed and said something about how graceful she was.

Together, the two women managed to get all of Reigh’s stuff into Laura’s car before piling into it themselves and setting off for the train station. When they arrived, their goodbyes were the same as always – sweet and short and to the point. With a quick hug and wave, Reighleigh was through the barrier to the other side, standing on Platform 9 ¾. Quickly, she took care of all of her things, making sure her luggage got to the right place, and set off down the train’s crowded corridor. She wanted to find Gideon. The two of them hadn’t seen each other much that summer, and Reighleigh missed him. She was eager to see Gage and Daisy as well, and all of her other friend’s from school. The young girl had been rather secluded over the summer – as a matter of fact, she couldn’t remember seeing anyone other than the few times she’d gone to Diagon Alley on especially boring days.

Finally, after working her way up and down the train twice and still not finding any of them, Reigh decided to pull out her ComTech. After all, desperate times called for desperate measures, and there was no way she was going to sit alone on the way back to school. The girl continued to walk; only a bit slower now, and she only glanced up to see where she was going every few seconds. She hurriedly typed in a message to send to Gideon and see where he’d managed to lock himself away. Unfortunately, she didn’t get to send it – someone decided it would be much more satisfying to pin her against the wall.

Reighleigh felt all the air leave her lungs in with a whooshing sound, and both of her hands were trapped between her and someone else’s chest. Well, really, it was more of a stomach, considering whoever had just rammed her into the wall was considerably taller than her, and the top of her head barely brushed his shoulder. Finally regaining her senses, Reigh put her hands on the person’s chest and gave a little push, grateful for the return of her personal space. She took a few moments to catch her breath before shoving the hair out of her eyes and glancing up at the giant who’d ran her over.

“Oh my goodness, I’m so sorry,” she said. “I should have been watching where I was going. Of course, you should have been, as well, but—“ Reighleigh’s apology was cut short as the guy started to curse… loudly. She raised her eyebrows.

“Well, excuse me, I was trying to apologize. I wasn’t exactly the only one in the wrong here, you weren’t really paying much attention to where you were going either.” Reighleigh gestured to the phone on the floor. “There’s no point in being rude, it’s not as if it takes that long to type out a text message.”

[LT:Relient K - Silver Lining]

[freddie weasley]

Freddie to anyone

[/i]? It was preposterous.

Picking his trunk up casually, he tossed it onto the train with little care as to how it landed, or, apparently, who it landed on. The faint gurgling sound of the young first year boy caught his attention before the bobble of blond hair beneath the massive trunk did. Jumping all four stairs up to the train car, Freddie smiled apologetically, "Sorry there, mate. Here," He tossed the trunk off the boy and held his hand down to pick him up with. Freddie straightened the child's button down shirt and ruffled his hair, nearly like a father or elder brother would. "There we are. Nice and neat again. Good thing none of those fireworks in there went off, aye?" With a wink, Freddie nodded at his trunk and the boy's eyes grew wider when he walked away. Freddie couldn't help but laugh. Freaking out the younger years was always so much fun.

Hopping back down to the platform, Freddie came face to face with his parents who were talking animatedly to a few of his aunts and uncles. The warning sign of best behavior flashed across his mother's face as he approached and again, Freddie was smirking. Why was it he had to put on a good show for his family? They'd all been questioned as to his antics when the magical law enforcement came knocking. He suspected the responses had always been the same. "Oh, Freddie you mean? He's just such an energetic boy. Poor parents, his are. Maybe you should give him a stint in Azkaban for a few months? Give those Weasley's a reprieve?" His uncle Percy would undoubtedly say. Of course, it was the Potters who would stick up for him without a stuttering moment. His Aunt Hermione would probably end up saving his neck more than once in the future. Freddie couldn't help it though. When things clicked together in his mind, there was no turning back, despite the repercussions.

"Mum, Dad, for the sake of saving face at seventeen years, I'll say goodbye now. I promise I'll do nothing warranting a Howler in the first few weeks of school." it was the usual promise he made his mother, yet a promise that never seemed to make it all the way. Last years record had been broken in a matter of minutes after the train left. Giving his parents each a hug, Freddie turned and ran off towards the tail end of the train. He passed several other Weasley children, and Potters to boot. He waved naturally to them as he went on in his search. There were two young women in particular who were quite deserving of his attentions at the moment. Or, at the very least, Freddie would like to say hello to. Catching up really wasn't one of his strong suits. Freddie was the kind who just started anew. A new year meant new memories, and there was no sense in sharing something the other person wasn't there for anyways.

Craning his neck around the crowd, Freddie ran a hand through his long brown hair. He had forgone his robes at this juncture, wearing a pair of golf shorts, brown in color, and a Hurley T-shirt complete with logo. He didn't understand them in cultural aspects, but those muggles sure did have nice fashions. Turning around, he headed forwards, back to the front of the train where the elder kids always seemed to hang out. Better to just go ahead and grab a seat, he supposed.[/blockquote][/size][/ul]

[molly-willamina weasley]

MOLLY-WILLAMINA--FREDDIE

"Human etiquet is bizarre. There are does and don'ts for absolutely everything. There is a fashion to follow, guidlines to live and die by: what to wear, what not to wear, what to say and when to say it, who to associate with and who to not even aknowlege. To some, these 'guidlines' were law. They had to make sure they were playing life right or god forbid someone may just recognize their originality and shun them forever! Then there were the other people, like Molly-Willamina, to whom these rules didn't even exist."

"People like Molly-Willamina were often times known to the public eye as 'rebels.' To many they were just people who went around causing trouble because it gave them a high or something. They were nothing but no good doers who had no sense of of perpose in life, or at least, that's what Molly-Willamina had heard her father say before. Which is exactly why she lived by her own rules. She wasn't rebelling, she was just clueless to any other way of life. She had better things to do in life than worry about keeping up with the times."

"Although her rules had thier similarities to those of society, for example she would never perposely wear red and black together (that was far to patriotic for her liking), the rules were different in the way that they bended at her will. Her rules revolved around her wants, needs, and the situation that she was in. Her most current rule was nothing to do with hair styling or clothing [for that dress had gone out of style before she was born], no it was a social rule. The rule stated that she would not demand aid from anyone above, below, or in her same age group, and she would die before asking for aid from a family member, imediate or extended."

"As Molly-Willamina tugged frantically at the leg stuck in the stair gap the rule stayed strong in her head. Don't ask anyone for help, don't even think about needing help, just get your goddamn leg out of there. She looked around, there were many people, but no one who looked like they were about to offer her a hand, and eventually there were not many people passing the front of the train. She stopped looking for help, because that was borderline against the rule, and tried twisting her leg, only problem was her minimal controle over anything below her hips. She was growing tired and hopless and wondered if she could just ride the train from the stairs."

"Molly-Willamina gave her leg one last tug before all hope was lost. She looked for someone who she could ask for help, but no one was really passing by. Anyone would have been alright, well almost alright. The rule against family was more strict than her rule against asking for help, but when the moment called she had to take it. The person who walked by next was her cousin Freddie. She considered just letting him walk by, but if she did would she ever get out of the gap in the stairs. Finally in the heat of the moment he had to make a descion."

Oi! Freddie! she called just as he passed her by. It's a statement that I'm stuck, and not that I'm asking for your help or anything, but it is situations like these that most people need help. So yes, she was sort of breaking a rule by implying to a family member that she needed assisance, but technically she didn't ask for help, so her rule remained unbroken. She just hoped that he'd get the hint and offer her the help she refused to ask for."

[freddie weasley]

Freddie to Molly-Willamina!

[/b][/color] Freddie responded casually as he examined the angle of which she stuck. He wasn't a heartless fellow. It wasn't as if he was going to make the poor girl wait until a parent or train worker found her. That kind of humiliation he'd save for Louis or James. Freddie was her elder cousin, after all. Taking a step closer to the stairs, a broad smirk spread across his lips. "Oh, the times you wish you had a camera. I'd label this picture 'Molly finally needs help!'" Perhaps it was the kind of statement only funny to him, but he did not look up at her to check if she found it amusing as well. Instead, he set to work prying her leg free.

For him, as an outsider on the situation, it was a bit easier to free her leg. He had a different view of her foot, and could easily turn it one way while lifting the opposite. Freddie grinned as he held her freed foot in his hand firmly, then he rose to a standing position. This was one way to talk to his cousin. "So, Molly love, what painstaking rebellious plot have you come up with for your sixth lovely year at Hogwarts?" He wasn't sure he should let go of her or not yet. Suppose she ran off and he didn't see her again until Christmas? It wouldn't have been the first time, and not just because of her. Freddie was a handful to keep track of. At seventeen, he could act like the curious toddler who wanders off in the supermarket in the blink of an eye, only to be found hours later underneath some stand, eating a tin of cookies.

To those outside the family, or train for that matter, Freddie holding Molly's foot at his side probably seemed quite odd. He was relentless in his efforts of speech, though. In a matter of minutes, he'd be off with James, Louis, or Rose, plotting some way to annoy a prefect or the head girl. Or he'd be secluded in a compartment with Daisy, seducing her into a gigglish bout of kissing. It was really a coin toss. The way he saw it, this was the only moment he really had to focus his full attention on his dear younger cousin. Whether she liked it or not. With a huge smile on his face, he waited for her reply.[/blockquote][/size][/ul]

[gideon evertree]

GIDEON to GAGE

Gideon pinched the bridge of his nose as he stood outside the compartment Aramis had disappeared in. He was standing just to the left of the open door, being unable to see inside. Not that he really wanted to. He was embarrassed, to say the least. Those inside were probably annoyed that he'd let his cat wander around on his own. Hell, he was annoyed that Aramis was making a nuisance of himself. It was so much better when he didn't know where the damn feline disappeared to for the train ride to Hogwarts. Gideon swore he would lock the idiotic thing up in his carrier when he finally got a hold of the animal. Really, who's idea had it been to get a cat in the first place? If he remembered correctly, the beast had come from a litter that they found in the cellar of...Kiernan's house. Gideon was taken aback for a moment as the memory came back to him. They couldn't have been older than twelve or thirteen at the time, and Will had been with them. And Will's twin sister, Mina, had tagged along.

They'd all been gathered at the Robinson's for some family event or other. It had been before. Before everything had gone to complete bullocks. Gideon couldn't remember whose idea it had been exactly to name them all after Dumas's Musketeers, but that's what they'd done. Kiernan had picked out a bright orange one and named it Athos, Will had chosen some sort of muddy colored one deeming it Porthos. Mina, of course, ever prissy one, had chose the only white one out of the bunch, giving it the rather appropriate name of D'Artagnan. Gideon had been the last to choose but, to this day, he would swear that Aramis chose him. The tiny black furball had climbed up his leg, mewing until it had gotten his attention, it's eyes huge and green as emeralds. Gideon sighed; pulling his mind back to the present. He truly was fond of that cat, but he was entirely too frustrated with him at the moment. Well, he supposed he would have to go in after the animal. Sooner and later, whoever was inside the compartment was going to come out and it would probably be less embarrassing to actually go get Aramis than it would to be caught waiting for the dumb animal to creep back outside into the corridor.

Pulling a face, Gideon moved into the doorway, his shoulders taking up the narrow passage. "Sorry, but did you see -- Oh," he started to say and then stopped. There in the middle of the corridor was a girl holding his cat as if she did so everyday. Now, an unfortunate truth about Gideon was that he little to no experience with girls beyond the few female friends he had. Being faced with one now was like being told to get up in front of the entire school and give an impromptu soliloquy about a grapefruit. In a word: impossible. His mouth working like a fish suddenly thrown from it's watery home, Gideon stared at her. The more sensible bit in his brain recognized her as a fellow ravenclaw, though her name escaped him -- as names usually did unless you were someone close to him. His Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed nervously, his palms grew damp. Merlin, but he was in trouble. Gideon damned his cat to hell a dozen or so times over in his head, though on the outside it seemed he was frozen to the spot.

"What, I, uh, mean to say...hmm..," he stammered trying desperately to kick his brain into high gear. Somehow this was so much easier when he was talking about his music or the newspaper. What could be so damned difficult about a simple conversation? A furious crimson blushed heated his face as he stood there, feeling awkward as anything in the large frame of his body. If only he could make himself as physically small as he felt. Wincing, he managed to make one word come out with any coherence. "Cat," he said, nodding jerkily at Aramis.

[molly-willamina weasley]

MOLLY-WILLAMINA--FREDDIE

"Call her psychopathic, or abnormal, or whatever the hell you want to call her... because she probably is. Throughout her sixteen years of life the most time that Molly-Willamina had ever spent at home was usually spent alone. There were many times when her parents would go out together to the park, or to a live theater show, and leave Molly-Willamina behind because she just slowed everyone down. It took her many years to actually be able to stand stably on her own two feet and that did not fit into the Weasley's schedule. So the alternitive was to write her completely out of the timeline."

"Days at home alone started out long and tedious. She didn't know much, she couldn't do much, she could't get around very well, the best she knew to cook was toast (which was OK because Molly-Willamina really liked toast anyways) and her days were often boring. But as she began to carry her own weight more and more she realized that the world of discovery was endless. This is not only how she learned the piano, of course, this time alone gave her time to read, to question, to think about absolutely everything. She was so excited about what she was doing at home that she only wished she could share it with someone, but there was never anyone around. The alternative: share it with herself."

"And that's exactly what she did. She would talk to herself, ask and answer herself questions, she had many arguments with herself, one might think she'd gone absolutely nutty or contracted some form of cabin fever, but in truth she was just lonely. Even more sadly than the fact that she was lonely was the fact that the habit of talking to herself stuck with her everywhere she went. There were many times in public where she could be seen debating over white cheddar or mozzerall outloud with herself. Of course, if there was someone there to ask she would. She was loud, talked to absolutely everyone about everything (which wasn't always good because by everything I mean everything that's on her mind) but if the opportunity arose and she had no one to ask for advice she would then, ask herself."

"The argument she'd been muttering to herself started just when she was giving up on her stuck leg. She was debating wheather or not she should give up, or just keep trying. I could give up, but then I'd be stuck here forever, so it'd be better if I just gave in. When she saw Freddie walk by she was debating with herself wheather or not she should ask him (or rather imply to him that she needed help) or wait for someone to walk by who wasn't so...close. I could imply to him that I need help but then that's almost breaking a rule worse than asking for help, but if I don't ask I could be stuck here forever.Then finally when she called his name she couldn't decide wheather she hoped he heard, or hoped he didn't care. Two unlikely things to happen. If he heard he'll help me, so I hope he heard me, cos if he didn't I could be stuck here forever, but there's always the chance that he didn't hear (I hope) and that someone else heard instead and would be more than happy to help me without me even asking!. Two even more unlikely things to happne."

"Then he walked back to her, because in fact her cousin had heard her (she's so goddamn loud) and the argument was over. There was nothing left to argue because the descision had been made and unless she was in possession of a time turner (which she wasn't because where the hell would she get one) there was no way to undo what had been done."

"As he stated her situation Molly-Willamina was somewhat relieved. He could have said something snotty, told her that she was useless and Molly-Willamina was sure her parents would have said (now that's abuse at it's finest I think) but instead he stated the obvious which made her chuckle a bit. Sure do she replied with a broad grin. At his attempt at a punchline, however, that grin dropped slightly and she raised her eyebrows. She certainly hadn't found it funny, mostly because he called her 'Molly'. Just give me a hand will ya? she finally gave in, even just a little bit."

"When her leg was freed the smile grew back. Her eyes were wide with delight and she couldn't help but burst with an over-enthusiastic Thank you! She could have hugged him. That's what you do with family isn't it? You hug them to show their affection. But that was also against a rule. No physical contact unless you're hitting someone on the back of the head for being a hammerhead. This was not something she made up on her own, it was something her parents brought into her life. She couldn't remember the last time they'd given her even a pat on the back. So instead of hugging him, she hugged herself, wrapping her arms around her waist and squeezing tight."

"With the mention of painstaking rebellious plots Molly-Willamina's eyes darkened a little with the glint of a 'muahaha' in them, but her whole expression instantly dropped at the mention of her name again. Call me 'Molly' one more time and I could plot against you if you like she replied with a frown."

[gage russo]

GAGE to GIDEON

[/i]. Gage held the cat close to her chest, scratching gently behind its ears as the boy tried to go on. Gideon Evertree. Regardless if he knew her name or not, Gage certainly knew who he was. Him and that unkempt, completely gorgeous dark hair, and those eyes. Gage had to close her eyes for a moment in order to clear her mind.

The truth was, being quite the free spirit, Gage had plenty of practice with men. She knew how to talk to them, how to flirt, how to seduce if need be. She wasn't a pro, but she had a few techniques. Gage also knew how to not boast about her romantic flings, because once word got round the castle, there'd be no turning back. As far as the Hogwarts Population went, she was just some smokin' hot Ravenclaw with a penchant for getting into trouble. And to her, Gideon was the boy who was always one year, and on step ahead of her. It was true, since her fourth year in school, she had been crushing on the boy. Whether it was his sweet charm, or the innocent, shy manner he would approach girls, she did not know. She only knew that every time he came round her, Gage's knees weakened and her heart gave a flutter, catching the breath in her chest off guard.

Now here she was, standing in her train compartment with his cat in her arms. When his final, single word indicated the furry beast, Gage's smile broadened. She had to let out a slight giggle at his proclamation of 'Cat' "So this is yours, is it? Cute little bugger. What's his name?" It wasn't hard to notice the increasing awkwardness of the boy in front of her, and Gage found herself praying she wasn't completely throwing him off. However, she was determined to have him stay at least a moment or two and get some sort of conversation from Gideon. Her fingers continued to scratch the cat's ears as she looked up at the boy.[/ul][/size][/blockquote]

ooc: sorry its short!