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Post by lilypotter on May 4, 2009 11:31:23 GMT -6
LILY --- SCORPIUS lily laughed as he dad fauned over her and her brothers as they got out of the car at the train station. her long curly hair had been re-dyed and was her normal dark brown with red and black flashes running through it. she grinned as she heard her brothers complaining before she grabbed her luggage and made her way towards the building. "I'll meet you on the platform." she called out as she made her way to the platform and laughed playfully as she saw her dad mock cry at her running away. spotting the platform she sailed through the wall the skirt of her dress foating up slightly as she skidded to a hault on the other side of the wall. pushing her hair back she passed her luggage to the person helping to load the train luggage compartment. before she turned to wait for some-one to annoy. preferably her brother or maybe a slytherin. she looked good for some-one about to start school her long brown hair had been lightly curled and then toussled to give off a uncaring look then pulled back in a pony tail. she had found a dress she could pull off under her robes a school uniform. it was black an had a white tank top underneath it. her shoes were lightly heeled sandles that she knew she would have to change but she didn't care. shaking her head she watched the chaos that had developed on the platform. she tried to stay as far out of the chaos as possible and she just watched she watched her cousins as they chatted to people and she watched people she didn't know flirt with who ever was around. it was nice to see who didn't want to re-start school and who couldn't wait. it was interesting watching the family dynamic. her eyes just flicked back anf forth across the long platform wondering just how so many people prepared at home. her eyes were drawn to a certain blonde head she always spotted on the platfrom ever since she was yound and albus first started, he was different. he stood out he was confident or thats what she saw any-way he was also way to tall and when she saw her brothers and dad she ran over and wrapped her arms around her dad in a hug. "Mum needs to get back here soon im sick of her not being at the start of school." she whined playfully before pecking her dad on the cheek and wondering off in her own little world the holidays had been too short. she ha considered getting a tattoo, sure she was only 14 but she wanted a magical one and as long as she had permission from her dad no-one could stop her. lily had gotten so lost in her little world she hadn't noticed that she had began to become a problem with people having to walk around her it wasn't till she managed to bump into some-one she realized. "ouch" was all so said befroe looking up to glare at the person. there he was scorpius malfoy. lily felt a small blush form on her cheeks before she checked to see where her brothers and dad were, she didn't want to see any-one get hurt least of all not her brothers if scorpius decided to fight back. the outfit.
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Post by scorpiusmalfoy on May 4, 2009 19:02:35 GMT -6
SCORPIUS to LILY September first had not come quickly enough this year after what seemed like the most impossibly long and disastrous summer of Scorpius Malfoy's life. Going back to Hogwarts was really almost a blessing and Scorpius welcomed the sight of the Hogwarts express as he stood on the platform. It was also a relief that he wasn't flanked by his parents this year. If fact, the esteemed Mr. and Mrs. Malfoy had not graced Platform 9 3/4s since their son's first year. Scorpius was in no way disappointed, getting away from his parents was probably the best thing about going back to Hogwarts each year. He didn't care for the sentimentality that went with saying good bye each year. Not that they were ever really around to begin with. If they weren't preoccupied with business, his parents were off on various impromptu holidays abroad. Well, good riddance. All they ever seemed to do whenever they were actually around is pick him apart until he was the perfect little Malfoy heir drone to show off in high society. As a boy he had been only too quick to please his parents but now it seemed like nothing would ever be good enough.
None of it mattered now anyway. The summer holiday from hell had ended and the one person in his life that meant anything to him was gone, putting out what little warmth and emotion he had left in him. His Grandmother, Narcissa had passed away in July and the entire household had fallen apart at the seams. His parents had been around the manor more often because of this and Scorpius reacted the only way he knew how, with defiance. He retreated into his own affairs and shut them out of his life. He didn't care for their bickering or judgmental prattle. The little time he spent at home he would shut himself up in his room, and he had limited such moments as much as possible by spending the sweltering hot summer days in Diagon Alley, expanding his already large wardrobe, or sneaking off to his grandmother's summer house in the country. It was his house now after all and he had taken to spending several days at a time away from Malfoy Manor, particularly the week during which he had gotten his tattoos. Scorpius had gotten two of them with out any sort of permission. None of it mattered now anyway. The summer holiday from hell had ended and the one person in his life that meant anything to him was gone, putting out what little warmth and emotion he had left in him.
His Grandmother, Narcissa had passed away in July and the entire household had fallen apart at the seams. His parents had been around the manor more often because of this and Scorpius reacted the only way he knew how, with defiance. He retreated into his own affairs and shut them out of his life. He didn't care for their bickering or judgmental prattle. The little time he spent at home he would shut himself up in his room, and he had limited such moments as much as possible by spending the sweltering hot summer days in Diagon Alley, expanding his already large wardrobe, or sneaking off to his grandmother's summer house in the country. It was his house now after all and he had taken to spending several days at a time away from Malfoy Manor, particularly the week during which he had gotten his tattoos. Scorpius had gotten two of them with out any sort of permission. one of the tattoos; a late renaissance, slightly baroque, French style cross outlined in dark ink and filled in with gray for the shadows was located on the smooth plane of muscle exactly between his right shoulder and chest. The tattoo included his grandmother's name specifically written as Narcissa Black with the date that she passed away in memorial. The second tattoo was much simpler; a scorpion, located on his right shoulder blade concealing the scar there. Both tattoos were quite easily concealed so neither of his parents knew he had gotten them.
Keeping himself preoccupied with escaping his parents had also helped him to escape the dark thoughts that seemed to creep up on him whenever he was allowed time to think. He'd kept depression from setting in and he could only hope that keeping himself busy with homework and school activities would continue to keep him preoccupied. Scorpius had only just arrived at King's Cross, he was clad in typical Hogwarts attire although his button down shirt and black slacks spoke of expensive tailoring. The top buttons of the shirt were left unbuttoned and the silver and green tie around his neck hung there loosely as he had yet to bother tying it just like his hair seemed sport a very mussed look. All in all a very laid back, tasteful sort of look. He'd already deposited the majority of his belongings in the luggage compartment so he stood before the scarlet engine with just a black leather carry-on, very much alone with his thoughts. His mind quickly began to wander and the memories he kept trying to push away came flooding back. Scorpius frowned and shook his head hoping for something to distract him.
It seemed his prayers were answered in the form of a small, feisty, little auburn haired witch. His surroundings suddenly came into stark focus as the youngest Potter bumped into him disrupting his current train of thought. Had it been anyone else at all he probably would have snapped at them but instead he raised an eyebrow at her when she looked up glaring at him. Scorpius was actually amused with the situation and the tell tale Malfoy smirk worked its way to the corner of his lips. No, Scorpius Malfoy did not ever smile anymore but the smirk was ever prominent in his repertoire of expression. "Well, if it isn't the littlest Potter." he quipped, although admittedly she wasn't quite so little anymore. Scorpius wasn't blind and he had noticed that she had done some growing up over the summer. She had begun filling out in all the right places and he had to admit that it suited her. He was quite surprise to find that she was without her usual security detail; her obnoxious, and overbearing older brothers. He often wondered if she ever noticed how much they overshadowed her. "and with out your babysitters I see, bravo!"
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Post by daisy violet carmichael on May 5, 2009 5:26:23 GMT -6
-------------------------------------------- It was September 1st, and Daisy Carmichael had been up since five o'clock getting ready. She was an organised person, and so had packed all her belongings into her trunk in the days before. She wandered out of her bathroom, checking her clock yet again. Seven am. Daisy smiled, bounding down the stairs three at a time, smelling breakfast being made. She loved Hogwarts and could not way to be back with all her friends, but there was nothing like home in Daisy's opinion. Scooping up Hermia as she passed on her the stairs, the kitten hissing slightly in indignation, she walked into the kitchen. It dawned on her that this would be the last September 1st where she'd be going to Hogwarts, as Daisy was now in her seventh year. She couldn't help the sadness that erupted within her, as she'd always secretly enjoyed the mad chaos that came with this day. She sat down at her space in the table, slightly disheartened. Her parents knew exactly what was going on, and her mother crossed the room to envelope her adopted daughter in her arms. Claire threw in a comment about how glad she was that OWLs were over; Daisy's heart constricted as she realised that NEWTs were this year. Shit, she thought. There goes the hope for a stress-free year. She eat her eggs and bacon with her family, chatting and nonsequencial things. It would be the last time they all sat together until Christmas, as the three girls were in different years and different houses they never sat together. In fact, Daisy only caught snatches of time with her sisters during the year as they branced off with friends.
It was soon ten o'clock, and the yelling began. Lavender was yelling at the girls to make sure they had all their stuff, the girls were yelling back at her, and Eddie was yelling at Lavender to stop yelling. It all made for a very noisy household on this paticular day every year, and Daisy knew the neighbours wondered about the comings and goings of the Carmichaels on this day. The neighbours knew that all three girls attended boarding school up north, only coming home for Christmas and Easter. The noisiness and kerfuffle they could understand. What they couldn't understand was why one of the girls took an owl to school, why another girl's schoolbook snapped open and shut and made growling noises, and why Daisy suddenly screamed 'I've forgotten my wand!"[/b] running back into the house and reappearing with a twig. Soon all were in the car and setting off for King's Cross station. It was half ten, and the train left at eleven sharp; Eddie had to break some speed limits to get from Devon to London on time. Ok, a lot of speed limits. He was going at about one hundred miles an hour for most of the journey. All too soon, the girls were in Kings Cross, walking through the barrier to Platform 9 3/4. The heavy smoke enveloped Daisy and she sighed; she was home. She loved Hogwarts more than anything, it was home to her, after spending more time there than at her actual home. She hugged Eddie and Lavender goodbye, with promises of letters and notice of her first Quidditch game. She'd been named Captain when she got her letter, and she'd been estatic - there was nothing Daisy loved more than Quidditch. She craned her head and looked for friends, to hug and see who was prefect. She had heard from sources that her own roommate Lizzie Ackerly was Head Girl. She had to go congratulate, she'd been over the moon at being named Head and Daisy was over the moon for her. She couldn't see anyone; the smoke clouded her vision, and she walked around aimlessly for a moment, trying to find friends. They had to be somewhere. [/center][/size]
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Post by lilypotter on May 5, 2009 16:27:48 GMT -6
LILY --- SCORPIUS lily sighed as she felt her brothers appear at both sides of her after she had hugged her dad. "Im fine, im not gonna get attacked by a big bad slytherin." she told them before she pushed away from him and walked across the platform.her high heels clicking on the floor every time she took a step. she loved her heels she needed the hight, granted it never makes much difference she's so short anyway. but she doesn't care shemay be short but she looks good with it. the summer had been kind to her, she had grew into her looks and now has all the right curves developing, her once pale skin has gotten a hint of a tan and her hair has grown enough to frame her face lightly when let down. so all in all while it wasn't the best summer of her life it was good. the only down side to it was how many times her dad and uncles held conferences where her cousins got to read. heros of war, its over do we really need to keep bringing it up? lily was most likely the only one in the potter/weasley family tree that didn't care about the war, she sees it a over and unimportant. maybe if it was more interesting for her or if it had more of an inpact on her life now she would care more, but tom riddle isn't coming back and she didn't know why people freaked out about it so much, she thought it was pathetic. she wasn't saying that what her family had done wasn't brave but they make it out to be that every-one in the war were still fighting for a peaceful world? it made no sense to her. Lily had no idea what to say after she had walked into scorpius, when he made the comment about her being the littleist potter she glared. "If that was a joke about my height i might be forced to kick you blonde arse." she told him. then smirked. "And im wearing heels" she told him with a small smirk on her face. when he mentioned bodyguards she tilted her head. "I dont have body guards im not that important, or do you mean my darling brothers who are annoying my father for amusement." she said with a light grin. she never thought of her brothers as bodyguards but she guessed they could been seen that way, it wouldn't be the first time. but thats what older brothers are for. life would be boring and no fun with out them. her wonderful brothers who still tease her about managing to electrocute herself twice. the outfit.
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Post by cayden skylar on May 6, 2009 0:43:03 GMT -6
CAYDEN to CAMBRIA
"CAYDEN DAKOTA!"
Her father's deep baritone was the first thing Cayden Skylar heard the morning of September 1st, 2021. The alarm clock playing loudly on her night table, notwithstanding. She really ought to change to the tune to something buzzy and not to play whatever song was on the radio. Which was not very effective, considering she fell asleep listening to her Mp3 player each night and could, quite successfully, sleep through loud music. Obviously, this was the reason that she was now dragging herself out of bed fifteen minutes past ten that morning, despite the fact the Express left promptly at eleven -- as it had done every year she had been in attendance. Cayden highly doubted that they would have just up and decided to change the schedule this year simply because the fifteen year old would have desired a few extra hours of sleep. The Hogwarts administration did not seem that benevolent when it came to teenagers sleep patterns, as displayed in the horrendous class schedules they doled out each year. It was a really a crying shame. You'd think, what with Headmistress Potter having all three of her children in the school that they would have been able to woo her into a little bit of change for the better. Specifically, later class times. Which would, of course, include the times for train trip departures.
"Cayden, if you don't get your lazy arse out of bed in the next five minutes," Kennedy began to warn through the door, and Cayden could feel the threat coming next before the words even left his mouth. "I'm going to call Jack and you know how he is." Oh, yes. Cayden knew very well how her uncle was. Normally, she would not have been worried. That's because, normally, Jack was in Manhattan and was, basically, harmless. But he'd been in town on one of his many visits to see his sister, Cayden's mother, and visit with Cayden before she headed back to school for the fall term. Jack was, in a word, efficient. He also knew how Cayden was in the mornings, have spent many a time taking care of her while her mother was away on digs that didn't allow children. Before her dad had come into the picture. It wasn't too different now, living with her dad the majority of the time because of school and her mother's schedule. Sometimes, she missed the traveling aspect of seeing all the different cultures of listening to her mother while she told her stories that, much to Cayden's disbelief, were usually stories from the history of whatever country they'd been in. She'd seen some pretty amazing things with her mother, experienced things most kids wouldn't have. Still, she liked the quiet life with her dad as well.
"Ken, what on earth are you yelling for, so early in the morning?" Cayden heard Michelle complain in her high, whiny voice outside in the hall. Rolling her eyes behind her eyelids, she could see her stepmother in her mind's eye, standing in the thickly carpeted hallway in her frilly negligee and silk robe with some sort of cream on her face and her sleep mask half off. Her stepmother was most definitely not a morning person. Cayden suspected this had quite a bit to do with the late night soirees she often dragged Kennedy to -- along with the copious amounts of alcohol usually involved in such things. "You really ought to discipline her better," Michelle mumbled sleepily, nagging even in her drowsy state. What her father had seen enough in the former socialite, enough to marry the woman, Cayden didn't know. "You never see Alex and Addy being such slugabeds, hmm?"
"Go back to sleep, darling," Kennedy replied, his tone placating, and Cayden could hear him turning her to walk back to their bedroom. Moving back to her door, he said, "Caydee, just get out of bed. I'll meet you downstairs in ten minutes. Ten minutes, do you hear me?"
"Yeah, yeah," Cayden replied, grumbling loud enough for him to hear her. Dragging herself out of bed, she rubbed the sleep from her eyes. Sluggishly, she moved about the room pulling out random articles of clothing before finally pulling on a few of them. She wasn't really in the mood to be stylish, ergo her outfit turned out to be rather random. Just as well, really, most people would probably think she'd picked it out especially for the occasion of riding back to school in a cramped compartment, most likely with people she couldn't stand. Unless she was lucky enough to meet up with Cam before the train left the station. Twisting a scarf around her neck, she grabbed her banged up old messenger bag, her phone, and her Mp3 player and headed downstairs. Her father had taken her trunk down the night before and was currently loading it into the back of their car. "Let's go, Jeeves," she said as she hopped down the front steps, the late morning air waking her slightly.
Her father said nothing, simply rolling his eyes at her and getting into the driver's side. Shrugging, Cayden slid into the passenger seat. It took them a total of twenty minutes to get from the townhouse to King's cross, even through traffic. She was quite amazed that they'd gotten there with ten minutes to spare. Like the past three years, her father walked her to the barrier and stopped. After the first trip through, Kennedy flat out refused to go back through it. Cayden shook her head at him and hugged him, giving him a peck on the cheek before pushing her baggage cart through the barrier and leaving him behind for another semester at Hogwarts. It was hard to believe she was already in her fifth year, but here she was, approaching the same train she had last year. Somehow, it felt different than it had the year before. Or maybe it was because she was different. Cayden shook her head, she didn't want to think about all of that crap now. Not when she had the next several hours to be her old self, to make sure no one caught on that she was different than she had been when she left. Dropping her trunk off with the attendant, she started towards the train -- bumping into a small figure as she did so. "Oof," she mumbled, stumbling slightly. Regaining her bearings, she cringed. "Sorry."
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Post by cambria larue on May 6, 2009 23:02:34 GMT -6
Cambria to Cayden _______________________________________________ Cambria LaRue sat up in her bedroom. She had been up since 6 that morning. She hadn't slept much that night and had woken early, more than a bit excited to be heading back to Hogwarts. That was what had kept her up all night. She had been hyper like she'd just over-dosed on caffeine or something. She had been counting down the days...well, since the beginning of the summer. The days seemed to have stretched by endlessly, but finally it was over. Or almost. The last few hours always felt the worst. She had been packed for a week, so now it was just hurry up and wait.
And so the blond girl sat in the chair in her room, her legs tucked up underneath her and her guitar balanced across her lap, her fingers strumming gently over the strings, trying not to be too loud. Just because she was missing out on her beauty sleep didn't mean that everyone else needed to. She couldn't understand why nobody else liked getting up in the mornings. Mornings were so great. She loved being up early and seeing the sun rise, and she supposed she liked the quiet solitude, too, before everything got hectic and crazy. She also didn't understand where she'd gotten her love of the early morning. Nobody else in her family liked being up early. Not that she really cared either way. It was who she was.
Her fingers paused over the strings and shifted into a new tune, a little line puckering between her thin blond eyebrows as she concentrated, working on making the sounds that resonated from the guitar sound right, the same way she could hear them in her head. Cambria had always been that way, extremely musically talented. She heard something in her head and it was extremely easy for her to make it come out from the piano...or the guitar, or her mouth, for that matter, whatever the case was. As a result of always hearing music in her head, she could be found to humming quite often, always working out some new tune or melody or whatever, making sure it sounded the same way out on the air as it did in her head so that eventually she could transpose it to paper.
She sighed as she heard her brother's feet land on the floor in the next room over, setting her guitar aside, knowing she'd probably woken him. He would not be happy at all, despite the fact that it was eight o'clock in the morning. It was late by Cambria's standards. But oh well. Such was life. He was bound to be extremely crabby, but oh well. Cambria compensated for that easily a good share of the tie, just because she was so bubbly. And she didn't let other people get her down. Even her brother, and he tended to have a huge effect on her.
She sighed as he pounded on her door. What? she yelled, perhaps a little louder than necessary. Will you shut up in there? Blue eyes rolled. Oh brother. You need to get up anyway. We leave in like, an hour, and you haven't even packed yet She shook her head. It wasn't long after that when she could hear her parents rising. She shook her head and rose, slipping out of her bedroom. Her trunk already sat by the front door, patiently waiting and giving the house an air of expectancy. At least for Cambria, anyway. She glanced at it with longing, wishing she could somehow speed time up.
Finally, after the family had eaten breakfast and her brother had finally thrown all his stuff into his trunk, they were on their way to Kings Cross. As always, Bri and her brother went through together, and their parents followed after. Goodbyes were said, hugs were made, her mother with tears in the corners of her eyes, and off the LaRue children went, each going their seperate ways. After spending their entire summer together, they were ready to get out and meet some of their other friends. Without thinking about it, Cambria started looking for her best friend, but it wasn't needed. It was only a few moments later that someone ran into her with a small oomph. Cambria turned and stared at Cayden, a wide grin spreading across her face before she threw her arms excitedly around her. Hey! she exclaimed, pulling back to look at her friend. How are you, love? she demanded excitedly, blue eyes sparkling still grinning.
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Post by kiernan robinson on May 7, 2009 17:42:44 GMT -6
KIERNAN to REIGH
The first thing Kiernan Robinson noticed about the person he'd accidentally bumped into was how small they were. Honestly, even if he wasn't as tall as he was (and, trust me, he was quite aware that he was bigger than most seventeen year old males), the girl would still seem rather shorter than average. Obviously, she'd drawn the short end of the genetic straw where height was concerned. Though inches seemed to be the only thing that she'd missed out on. Which was the second thing he'd noticed: she was exceptionally pretty. Not gorgeous or sexy in the way that would have attracted his attention had she not barreled into him like a canon ball, but pretty. Passable for a date, but definitely someone below his radar. If he wasn't in such a pissy mood, he would have turned on the charm, apologized for his quick words, yada yada. Unfortunately, the girl had terrible timing. Right now, he was just as likely to wear a pink tutu around as he was to be pleasant to anyone. Such was his mood. Truthfully, he only wanted to find an empty compartment and stew for awhile. And get rid of this stupid migraine threatening to burst the frontal lobes of his brain at any moment.
Rolling his eyes, he stepped away from her. As he scooped his ComTech off up the floor of the corrider, he tuned out her increasingly annoying voice. Or, at least, he tried to. Somehow the whiny alto kept wheedling it's way inside his ears. "Don't you ever shut up?" He muttered to himself as he straightened back up to a standing position and realized she was still speaking to him. You'd think, that if someone was blatantly ignoring you, you'd get the hint and leave them be. Obviously, this chick was short a few brain cells as well as inches. Kiernan thanked the powers that be that he didn't know the girl personally. Yet, there was a familiarity to the tone of her voice and how she spoke to him -- though he was 99.9% positive he'd never heard it before in his life. Maybe it was the nagging female quality about it, now those he'd been around aplenty in the almost two decades he'd been alive. Take his cousin Mina, for example. She was the epitome of nagging, in Kier's opinion.
Then again, that girl who claimed to be Gideon's best friend (Riley, maybe?) had gotten close on the irritation level. It was probably a good thing he was around neither on a regular basis, otherwise he might actually go insane. This little (literally) chit, on the other, hand was rubbing him the wrong way -- and not the fun kind -- at most definitely the wrong time. "Well, excuse me," he said, mimicking her tone. Smirking he shoved his phone, the screen now blank from landing on the CANCEL button, into the pocket of his shorts. Crossing his arms over his chest, he glowered at the girl. "I happen to like being rude to annoying people, gives me a sense of satisfied justification, so to speak. An eye for an eye, I always say." He faked a smile before he patted her on the head patronizingly. "Now, little one, I'm going to walk away. Next, time make sure to look where your tiny little self is going. Might get trampled by us rude normal-sized people." He flashed his teeth, white against the deep tan of his skin.
"Have a nice day," he finished before rolling his eyes once more and starting away from her. Eerily, he had the feeling that wouldn't be the end of the entire thing -- as much as he wished it to be.
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jason yule
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Post by jason yule on May 8, 2009 14:48:12 GMT -6
Jason Yule -- ANYONE [/size][/center][/b] For once in his life he seemed to be doing a good job od life in general; but he just had to go and nearly mess it up, dind't he? That was a rhetorical question, incase you were wondering. He'd finally got a job, and it was a good one! Professor at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Muggle Studies. He'd forgotten that as even a subject! Come on. What single kid in the wizarding world today didn't know about Muggles and how their lives worked? Well...Most f Slytherin might not, but most of them were stupid enough to believe in the 'Mudblood' theory. Was that a theory? He wasn't really sure, did it matter? Whatever it was it was stupid and pathetic and...and...and...Something else incredibly witty and amazingly insulting. He was far too tired to be thinking up insults. Yes, tired. On the one day he needed to be up on time, he was up late, exhausted and late for the train. Damn.
He wasn't late exactly, but unless he could find the stupid platform soon he was gonna bloomin well be! How hard was it to find a stupid platform anyway? He'd been to school on that bus, surely he should remember it...He wasn't lost. Jason sighed, ahdsn tugging at the trolley behind him that supported the few trunks he had forgotten to shrink and put in his pocket. To tell the truth he hadn't had the time, and untill he found the station he wasn't stopping to shrink 'em! Travis was sat nice and neatly on the highest balancing trunk, one of two stacked the wrong way up on the trolley. The little rodent was having the time of his life. He could see everywhere from up here, and the looks he was getting were amazing! jason had already had to assure three ladies so far that yes, he knew there was a rat on his suitcase, and no, he didn't need it squished thank you. What was it with people and rats? Oh yeah: people dind't have rats as pets! Well, they did, they just didn;t take them everywhere with them, especially not to a train station without a cage. He looked like an idiot, or a freak.
Jason flashed a lazy grin at the three giggling kids nearby, each of them wearing the saem hat and caot. Triplets? Or stupid parents who thought is looked cute? As they all burst into pearls f laughter and waved at Travis, who didn't wave back, Jason decided on triplets. They all had the same colour eyes. And hair, although one of them was turning...Pink. Stupid man! Stupid, stupid man! He glared at the sign that hung above Platform Nine and moved towards and past the group of girls. Travis squealed as one of the moved towards him, scampering back across the trunk and up Jason's arm. The guy jump, spinning slightly as the rat worked up his arm and into the collor of his long coat. Oh, tickley. He continued to squrim all the way to the barrier, swinging the trolley around to hit it and slide through first. He hated this part, the stretching sort of fee- Oh, he hadn't missed that at all! With a grimace he was soon on the other side, out of sight of the triplets and away from the Muggle world. He missed it already.
Oh, there was the train. Now that he had missed. THe sight of the large, gleaming red steam engine made him grin, glad to see that they hadn't changed it at all. Except that maybe it looked cleaner...Yeah, definately cleaner. It gleamed much more then it had when he was at school. Or was that his imagination? No, it was cleaner. It took a figure hitting his back to make him move forwards, yelling curses back at the boy that yelled them at him. Brat...Strangely enough he didn't remember a time when he would have done the same as the boy. But then again, he had the memory of a fish, a really stupid fish, when it came to things like that. When it came to pretty much everything but dates really, and I mean the number dates, not the meeting people dates. He did very little dating at all when it came to people. But he had a train to catch! And students to avoid, because he hadn't opted to arrive early and by floo powder. He just knew he would have so much to do once he'd gotten there, and that every other teacher would have sorted everything out. He would have to sort out his office, his classroom, his timetable, his room, Travis, he'd have to learn Hogwarts all over again (but he was sure all he needed for that was little trip down memory lane) and hed have to get to know his fellow teachers. At least when you were a student everything was done for you, even the getting to know people, because you could meet them on the train and in dorms. Ah, the stories he could tell about dorms! But he needed to catch the train.
Jason's largest bags were thrown over to the bag man, because he hd no idea what their job was called, Travis was stuck in his pocket instead of around his neck, and his shrunk cases in his pocket. Great, now to get on, find an empty, unlikely to be full compartment and get away from everyone! Especially the students. Last thing he needed was them on his back. Oh, who are you? Are you a teacher? What do you teach? Yada, yada, yada, and it amazed him how much that word sounded like Yoda in his head. Yup, attention span of a stupid fish. He jogged towards the door, taking the step onto the train in one easy step and moving past those he could, looking from side to side to try and fins a compartment. No, no, was that even allowed? No, full to bursting, no. How many poeple were on here!? [/size]
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Post by chrystal belby on May 8, 2009 17:17:35 GMT -6
Chrystal to Anyone ! "Chrystal Michelle Belby! Take another piece of toast! For Heaven's sake, you need some more meat on those bones, you're so thin!" Eleanor Belby screeched at her fifteen year old daughter. Chrystal stood up from the kitchen table as she wiped her face with a napkin. She hated when her mother nagged her for the most unnecessary things.
"Mom, I ate enough! It's already 10:30, we have to get going, or I'm going to miss the train!" Chrystal exclaimed back to her mother. She had almost missed the train last year, by a minute. She really didn't want to go through that again. Her mother glanced at the time herself, and hurried up with breakfast. In less than two minutes they were out the door. Chrystal sat in the back seat, between her two brothers as her dad drove them to the train station. She could feel her brown waves getting frizzy as she panicked, glancing at the time every few seconds. Eventually they made it to the train station, dragging their luggage around. Here we go, Chrystal thought to herself. This is her fifth visit to platform 9¾, yet it still makes her nauseous going through the platform wall. Somehow she made it through at exactly 10:57. Perfect timing. Her brothers emerged behind her, stumbling and joking around, looking for their friends. Her father kissed her goodbye, wished her luck, and went on his own way also.
Chrystal walked around the platform where the glorious Hogwarts Express idled. The train was releasing massive amounts of smoke, and the only people Chrystal could see were the small first years, and their parents kissing and hugging them goodbye, reassuring them that everything will be alright. Chrystal thought back to her first year at Hogwarts. She was more excited than she ever felt in her life. She remembered seeing other kids cry as their parents left them at the platform. Chrystal couldn't wait to start a life without having to deal with parents everyday. And to this day, one of her favorite things about Hogwarts is: no parents. She loved the idea of being independent, well except for the times when her brothers try to push around. They loved to embarrass her in front of friends- especially boys. Apart from that, she felt like Hogwarts was her home, since she was there more than she is at home. The next time she'll see her parents it'll be Christmas, and school would have already been in session for almost three months.
As she boarded the train alone, Chrystal wished that she could catch up with someone. She doesn't have much friends, but she's hoping that'll all change this year. This was going to be her fifth year, she wasn't a child anymore. Where is everybody? She passed by a group of third year girls that she recognized from last year. They were all giggling about some new professor that would be at the school. Chrystal ignored their little school girl noises, and started to look for an empty place to sit.[LT: David Cook - Light On]
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Post by braden connely on May 10, 2009 14:52:13 GMT -6
BRADEN to ANYONE The young man made his way toward the train with something that might have been disgust on his face. He did look thoroughly disgusted, his face sort of scrunched up like he was smelling something simply horrible. It gave him a very unpleasant appearance, and indeed, Braden Connely wasn't a particularly pleasant person to be around. In fact, some might have said that he was horrible to be around. For you see, he was particularly arrogant, and obnoxious, and just all 'round unpleasant. That wasn't to say he didn't have a pleasanter side, but few people saw it.
So it was with this look of utter disdain that the tall blond and handsome boy made his way through the platform with a shiver that raced up his spine, as it always did when he went through the barrier.The towed his trolley behind him like it wasn't heavy at all, and stared up and down the platform with an air that said he owned the place. Of course, he didn't actually think that, but he put it off as if he did. You see, hew as good at acting like an ass, and he was, actually, but he had a decent side, too. And I did only go so far as to say decent. He was polite to women, but that was about it.
He shook a lock of shaggy blond hair out of his eyes as he lifted his trunk and stepped onto the train, tugging it into a compartment and shoving it onto the rack above his head, this with some difficulty, as the trunk was, of course, rather heavy. And then he flopped down in a seat, looking like he hoped no one would disturb him, and indeed this was exactly what he hoped. He liked being by himself, had never been particularly fond of crowds or people in general, for that matter. He just wasn't that sociable of a person. Never had been. Wasn't likely to turn into one.
[LT:Tim McGraw - Nothing to Die For]
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Post by cayden skylar on May 11, 2009 14:24:48 GMT -6
CAYDEN to CAMBRIA
Like the space cadet she tended to be, it took Cayden a minute before her mind registered the fact that she knew the person she'd accidentally knocked into. The bubbly, blond-haired girl standing in front of her was none other than her best friend. "Ohmigod, hey," she replied, returning the hug with the same amount of exuberance. Tucking a long strand of auburn hair behind her ear, she shrugged. "Oh, you know me. Give me a supply of coca-cola and access to music and I'm a happy camper." Which was so far from how her summer had been it wasn't even funny. Somehow, Cayden was reluctant to let Cambria know this however. The wounds were still fresh, they still ached from time to time. It wouldn't do her any good to go poking them just yet. Lord knows, she's done enough examinations of said wounds for it to be considered masochistic at the very least.
Poking her friend lightly in the shoulder, she said, "How are you?" She smiled slyly at her and winked. "And that delectable brother of yours? What sort of trouble did the two of you get into this summer? C'mon, c'mon, I want the deets." The funny thing was, Cayden could imagine just the sort of antics the two LaRue siblings could get into. She'd seen it often enough during the school years. Cambria and Rian had a relationship that she envied. One could lie and the other would swear to it. To someone who didn't have that sort of relationship with their siblings, it was something to be envious of. And to Cayden, whose siblings weren't actually related to her and had no problem shoving that in her face (not that the feeling wasn't reciprocated, but that was beyond the point), it was something she both longed for and was resigned that she'd never get. So, she tried to make up for it simply by being their friend. By trying to get involved in their schemes, even if she always felt like a tag-along or something.
She shook such thoughts from her head, today wasn't the day to sink into a morose depression over things she neither could control or change. It was odd how prosaic and dramatic she was being today, normally her thought patterns were much more succinct. That little inner-voice that is supposed to be her conscious was kind of a no-nonsense hard-ass. Picture a jaded Jimminy Cricket sans all the heart wish crap. As much as her outer persona was carefree and bubbly and everything lighthearted (sugar, spice, blah blah blah) -- Cayden really did have a good head on her shoulders. Well, when she wasn't going around making stupid decisions. But, like she'd told herself a moment before, today wasn't the day to moon over stupid crap. In a matter of hours she'd be back at the castle, the place she considered a second home.
Never would she have thought she'd be so eager to be back inside it's walls as she was now. Hogwarts represented peace, a place where she could gather her thoughts or lose herself if she chose. Putting on a bright smile, she looped her arm with Cambria's. "Come on," she said, pulling her friend toward one of the train cars. "Let's go get a compartment before they all fill up. I don't want to be stuck sitting with the first years again. Lord knows I remember being one of them, and I don't want have to experience it again." She screwed up her face comically. "You know what too much excitement does to me." Sticking out her tongue she grimaced as if something bad might truly happened if she got excited. It was just like Cayden joke around when there was nothing but seriousness in her head. It was her coping mechanism, her uncle Jack had laughingly thrown at her during one of their heated debates.
Unfortunately, Cayden couldn't disagree with the statement. Brave face, she was pretty sure heard it called before. She smiled cheerfully at a group of nervous looking first years looking at the train in a mixture of eagerness and terror. They returned her smile with a look that plainly said they thought she was crazy. Hell, maybe she was. Yep, definitely her brave face.
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Post by cambria larue on May 12, 2009 17:48:25 GMT -6
Cambria to Cayden _______________________________________________ Sharp blue eyes fixed on her best friend as she spoke about being turned loose with coca-cola and music and being a happy camper. The grin faltered ever so slightly as she wondered what had happened over the summer. To say she didn't believe her best friend had just been utterly content over the summer would have been an understatement, but she knew better than to push. Cayden would tell her when she was ready, and not a moment sooner. Cambria knew asking about it probably wouldn't get her anywhere. Plus, she didn't want to go picking at fresh wounds. She knew things happened sometimes that you just didn't want to talk about. Not that she knew much about it, since if she didn't tell Cayden (though that was certainly rare) she told Rian, so usually one of them, if not both, knew what was going on. She understood not wanting to talk about it right away, though, perhaps better than some. There were some things you just weren't ready to talk about right away, so Cambria didn't bother asking any questions.
For all Cambria came off as pretty rough and tumble, she could actually be pretty sensitive, when it came to her best friends, anyway, particularly Cayden. And she picked up on her best friends emotions pretty well, considering most people didn't know a thing about Cay and Ri didn't want them to know. They were pretty good at keeping things close to their chest. Most people received an "Oh, get over it" from Cambria, but Cay and Ri hardly ever heard that...Unless they were being stupid about something. They were the only ones that really got Cambria to settle down and be serious when they needed her. Which was rather funny, actually, considering they were the ones she was always getting into trouble with. Still, Cambria wondered sometimes if Cayden felt like a fifth wheel, or third, as the case may have been, the Came couldn't understand why she might feel that way. As far as she was concerned, Cayen fit just as seamlessly together with the pair of them as smoothly as Ri and Cambria themselves fit together. She was better than a sister. This was hardly the time to dwell on that, though. She had tales to tell.
The grin returned as Cayden looped her arm through Cambria's and let her onto the train and into a compartment. She found herself chortling with laughter at the many memories she found herself reliving. Oh, the good times she said, flopping onto a seat. We have so many memories of that year. Remember when I melted my cauldron in Potions?! she asked, half laughing, half squealing. Oh, her and Cayden did indeed have some pretty great memories.
Blue eyes started to glitter when Cayden asked what mischief she and Rian had managed to get into over the summer holidays. Well, we almost burned the house down she said, in a carefully off-hand manner.We were lighting off fireworks. And I had left my window open, and it went right through, lit up my whole bedroom. Of course, it's right above the kitchen, and mum's got loads of anti-fire charms on that, so it didn't burn much. Still, she was livid. She locked our wands up for the rest of the summer, and I think had half a mind not to give them back to us when we left for Hogwarts, too. And of course we got grounded for it. No mail, no nothing she explained, an apology in her eyes. That's why I never wrote back. I wasn't blowing you off or anything. She laughed slightly, glancing out the window at all the people. It's funny that we get into the most trouble when we weren't actually trying to than when we were she said with a slight laugh, blue eyes still glittering.
Other than that, we turned the cat into a rat, and Dad had to change him back, but we didn't have much time to get into trouble before the Firework Fiasco. The way she said "firework fiasco" made a person think capitalized letters, like a proper noun. So she continued on. we spent most of the summer plotting. SHe smirked slightly. We shall have great fun this year, my friend. We shall we shall she said with a wink and a grin that made her eyes sparkle and her face light up.
Cambria had always been that way, though. She had a smile that could light up the room, and she'd always been pretty good at making people laugh. Most of the time. Of course, there were the grouches who couldn't laugh about anything, but even some of the teachers seemed amused by some of her antics. Some, not all. Others were just downright annoyed. Cambria was one of those people whom you either loved or hated. There wasn't much middle ground, and there never had been.
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Post by gideon evertree on May 17, 2009 22:31:09 GMT -6
GIDEON to GAGE
There was something utterly profound in the mental processes Gideon went through to realize one very important fact that he had failed to notice upon first walking into the compartment. It was odd, the length of time it took him to realize this fact -- normally Gideon was astute, observant of the world around him. He noticed such minute little details that others failed to notice. His mind was almost like a microscope examining every action, reaction, and sound that a person (other than himself) emanated. Someone completely unrelated to Gideon and the world he lived in, an unbiased observer if you will, might have considered this habit of his to simply be Gideon’s own way of compensating his less social side. It only made sense that for he who could neither fight them nor join them, to sit back and observe them. Except that there was bit of this logic the crackpot who thought up this theory failed to realize -- Gideon wasn’t apart of the rest of the world, because he was oblivious to them the majority of the time. The people in his life were there because they had forced themselves there and lodged onto him in a way that couldn’t be shaken. So, he let them stay. His family, for one. The Evertrees were not the type simply let a person be; neither were the Robinsons. Both families, both equal parts of the blood that ran through his veins and the DNA cells that made up his being, were families that valued familial bonds, relationships, and love.
Well, most of them anyway. It would be practically impossible for a child of even one of these families to grow up knowing of love, of seeing it, and then to choose to sit on the sidelines of such emotional bonds and ties. For a child of both, it was unconceivable. Even for those members that had feuded for as long as anyone could remember could put aside whatever it was of need be, just because of those bonds. Even he and Kier --- well, Gideon certainly would, if need be. He wasn’t so sure about Kiernan, not that he would have blamed his cousin if he did. But that’s how it was with Gideon -- if you somehow got to be one of the few people he cared about to any extent, you could rest assured in the knowledge that he would care about you until his death. Sometimes even Gideon himself doubted if there was a limit to how much he would trust or forgive a person. Of course there were times where he thought he’d reached it, only to find out that he could push it a little bit farther, push it without breaking. And so he did, because he couldn’t think about not pushing the limit, if it was possible. He couldn’t make himself hate someone, to even feel nothing for a person. Sure, he may not like a few people but he couldn’t not care about them -- even if it is only the most basic of human compassion. While some people might value this trait, Gideon hated it. To him it was a weakness. He couldn’t see the strength it took to forgive some of the things he had forgiven -- like he didn’t have the strength to hate so he settled and forgave. Gave in, more like.
If only he could be like other people, you know? Strong, more merciless, less like a welcome mat for everyone to wipe their muddy boots on simply because he was lying there. So, maybe that was the wrong analogy to use. There really were few people out there, he felt, that used him like that. Then again, however, there were few people he interacted enough with for them to take advantage of him. But he wished, oh how he wished, he could be different. That he could be more like the people around him. Like his best friend Reigh, who was herself -- no apologies, no excuses, no angling to be someone she wasn’t. Hell, if he could even be like his cousin, even just the slightest bit, maybe he wouldn’t feel so…much like an idiot. Which is exactly what he was feeling now as this long drawn out train of thought ended in Gideon finally taking a good, long, real look at the girl that Aramis had inadvertently (at least, he hoped the cat hadn’t meant to) lead him to. And the conclusion of that look, the reason for his currently state of idiotic feeling? Yeah, that was because the seventeen year old dunce of a boy realized, for perhaps the first time about another human being especially that of the female variety, was simply this: she was pretty. Yes, Gideon Evertree actually and truly thought this girl he did not know (at least, he didn’t think he knew her but experience told him that it wasn’t necessarily the case. Remember the oblivious thing he had going?), did not care about beyond the norm, and had never spoken to before today was pretty.
And that was a singularly interesting thought indeed, for he usually never paid enough attention to notice the looks of others. This made it both harder and easier to stand there, feeling awkward and insecure and so incredibly idiotic, while she held his cat and chatted as if it were the easiest thing in the world. Gideon marveled at such ease in the company of strangers. Of course, he did not know that he was quite a bit more then a stranger to her . How could he, really? He did not associate at school much beyond his close circle of friends and the newspaper. The majority of the students in his house, even in his own class, were strangers to him. It did not surprise him that she was so familiar and strange, two so very contradicting feelings, at exactly the same time. His mind fought to place her face to one of the many names that his subconscious had acquired over the years. Fought, struggled, and lost the battle. He could no more recall her name than he could string a coherent, intelligent, and relative sentence together. He’d already proved himself an imbecile with his ‘cat’-grunt-nod-point caveman-type behavior. Except that, when his mind finally processed the words that she had said, comprehended them and thought out a response, his mouth opened and the very thing that he thought was impossible a moment before happened. He spoke an entire sentence.
“Don’t encourage him,” he protested, rolling his eyes as Aramis began to purr at the girl’s attention, a satisfied feline grin widening his jowls. “Yes, that degenerate little furball does happen to belong to me as much as I hate to admit it most days. His name’s Aramis, though he has a veritable plethora of nicknames that get used far more often.” He reached out a pulled the cat’s ear affectionately before shoving it deep within the front pocket of his jeans. The truth was, Gideon was marveling at the fact that he could speak (and quite easily too) when a few moments before he had been reduced to Neanderthal -like hand motions. Whatever this strange turn of evens might bring, he wished the speaking bit at least would last longer than the three sentences he had just managed to string together. He liked the ease of letting the words roll off his tongue without first thinking about every possible reaction they might cause. Such thoughts usually caused him to keep whatever he had wanted to say, to himself. A corner of his mouth turned up in a shy smile as he shrugged slightly, more at his thoughts than the girl. “Sorry if he bothered you.”
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Post by reighleigh braxton on May 18, 2009 15:14:00 GMT -6
reigh-- kier ! Really, sometimes people were so irritating. Reighleigh bit her lip angrily and crossed her arms, staring the tall boy down. He was attractive, she wasn’t going to deny that, but there was just something about him that made her want to hit him – hard – on the back of the head. And she’d only been in his presence for an approximate three minutes! She wasn’t sure what it was, maybe the way he made it seem as if it were her honor to be standing here with him. Would it have been so hard to apologize and keep walking? After all, that’s what she’d attempted to do, before he’d interrupted her. He was rude, that much was obvious, but usually something such as that wouldn’t get under her skin so much. Maybe it was just… him.
Reighleigh was positive she’d never spoken to the boy before, because she would remember him if she had. But he was ridiculously familiar, and she knew that it was going to irritate her until she figured out what it was. She raked her eyes over him once again, not in an appraising, sexual kind of way, but to double check that she had no idea who he was. She watched as he bent and grabbed the ComTech off of the floor, and automatically wondered who he’d been texting. Then, realizing what she was thinking, she shook her head. It was absolutely none of her business – she didn’t even know the boy – but she couldn’t help but think it probably wasn’t someone as innocent as him mommy. The guy just gave off the aura of a player, and Reigh realized that was probably partially the reason he irritated her. Sure, some of the boys she was friends with were the same way, but it was different with the dark haired boy in front of her.
She was about to just ignore him and walk away, when he started talking again, and Reighleigh had to turn back to look at him. She wasn’t the type to walk away from an argument – it was one of her downfalls, in her opinion – and she certainly wasn’t about to walk away from someone who was being so… mean. It made her see red. She hadn’t done anything to the idiot, and just because he was in a bad mood did not give him any right to be such a jerk to her. The worst part, however, was when he mentioned her height. It was a bit of a sore spot for Reighleigh, that she was so tiny. She’d always wanted to be taller, but no, she’d managed to say the same height she’d been when she was twelve. Shopping was difficult for her – all the jeans were too long. So it would have come to no surprise to anyone who knew her when she narrowed her eyes at the boy in front of her and stepped a little closer to him.
“You think I’m annoying?” Her voice was low and a tad bit frightening to those passing by, but she continued anyway. “How do you think I feel right now? You’re the one who’s prancing through the train acting like your God’s gift to the mortal world and paying absolutely zero attention to where you’re going! I’ll admit I was distracted as well but that gives you no right to be such a jackass.” Angrily brushing her hair out of her face again she took another step forward, planting herself a few inches away from him and scowling.
“And, just for the record.” She placed both of her hands on his chest and gave a little push. “Do. Not. Call. Me. Tiny. Or I will hex you into next week and make you stay there.”
When he started to walk away, she gave a tiny little growl and snatched his arm. “You can’t just run someone over and walk away without apologizing, you freaking jerk!” In the back of her mind, she could hear a tiny voice telling her that this was a very bad idea, but she ignored it. She was angry, dammit, and she wasn’t about to just walk away and be nice.
[LT:a day to remember - if it means a lot to you]
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gage russo
ravenclaw 6th year
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Post by gage russo on May 19, 2009 18:25:29 GMT -6
Gage to Gideon The feline in her arms purred as she scratched behind its black ears. She had never understood the wanting need for a companion such as a cat. They were independent creatures, always coming and going as they pleased. They found their own means of food and shelter, even to go to the bathroom. Cats needed very little attention, and very little responsibility. With a look of subtle realization, Gage became cognizant of how appropriate a pet like a cat would be for herself. Even Spook, her self sufficient barn owl, was too much upkeep for her. She sustained such toil only because of her extreme love for the creature. He had been a gift to her from her parents, and idea purely born from her mother’s genius. At a young age Gage had been a wild and irresponsible being. Her mother had brilliantly thought up a “fun” approach to force the unpredictability from her daughter. Since her mother’s passing, she had felt even more endeared to the silly creature. More so than she felt even to her own siblings or father.
She supposed, with idle affection, it was unusual to feel more connected with a silly bird than actual flesh and blood. It hadn’t been her wish to become so isolated, but it was slippery spiral she heading down. The more her father pulled away, the more Gage sought extraneous happiness. Partying on Italian beaches, clubbing with muggles and enjoying their human vices, even going so far as to tattooing her body. Not to say she was completely devoid of familial attachments. One of those tattoos she had made she was of her father’s Italian family crest, not that it had tickled her father’s fancy any. He had yelled and hollered himself hoarse for nearly five hours when she’d gotten home. Not that it mattered much. The next day she was on her way to a siblings house to spend a few weeks of her vacation. This is how she became so independent really. Always jumping from house to house, always living out of a trunk. In a way, Hogwarts had become more of a permanent home than any place she might spend her holidays.
Snapping back into reality, Gage’s thoughts were preoccupied with Gideon. She focused on him to keep her mind from wandering, studying every minute feature crossing his face. He was an interesting specimen of a man, and that was including all of the boys that attended Hogwarts. Of all the creepy, erratic, wild, and crazy boys she could pick from and Gage could not deny her fascination of this one individual. For years now she had been wishing he’d pay her some bit of attention, give her one little glance in the common room or the Great Hall. Yet today, for as long as she held his cat, he was all hers.
”Sorry if he bothered you.” It was a simple and needless apology really. Of course, how could Gideon be apprised to the knowledge that his cat entering her compartment, thus forcing him to enter as well would be like a gift? Smiling thoughtfully, Gage shook her head and set the frisky feline down on one of the seats. ”Not at all,” she could feel her cheeks warming, blushing really. It was a hellish factor in her life that close proximity to anyone she had affections towards brought on a slight rouge to her face. ”Its nice to have some company, four legged or two. Care to have a seat?” She turned and sat down, propping her legs up on the bench opposite her. Glancing back up to him, a half cocked smile gracing her lips, ”I don’t bite.”
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