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pundantic · 12-29-2017, 02:13 PM

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Originally Posted by dansgurl

His hands made swift movements and before she could figure out what it was he'd had, it disappeared.Her gaze shifted to his face as he spoke. She thought she'd seen a perplexed look but now it was a rather pleasing one. Amara masked her confusion, traversed the length of the compartment and shook his extended hand.

"I'm Amara.." she paused, "You don't mind some company do you?" she motioned towards the seat opposite him, "My sister would be here shortly.. I think" That is, if she was finished with the family drama.

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Originally Posted by katrinaalice

Zyanya couldn't believe it. Amara had ditched her yet again. This was the second time in a row her sister had done that. She'd have to have a word with Amara. She understood that emotional goodbyes weren't Amara's thing but it wouldn't have been much for Amara to just do it this once. It's not everyday that they left for Hogwarts.

Once she had finally made her goodbyes with her parents, she had started searching for Amara. She thought she saw Amara enter from the front so she went in. She was wondering if she would have to look the entire length of the train to find her sister. Damn you, Amara!

Then, as luck would have it, she found her in the first compartment itself. Peering in, she found her sister talking to someone but couldn't clearly see who it was. She opened the door and walked in, clearing her throat. She was mad and she was going to make sure Amara made up to her.

In truth, Al did kind of mind being interrupted, but only because he was feeling a little anxious the closer and closer they inched to the castle. There was a lot of expectation riding on his arrival and the dusty old hat that would be plopped on his black curls. Ever the little gentleman, though, Al never would have dismissed the new entry. Amara, she said her name was.

He conceded the seat to her, ”Of course you can sit there. Your sister, too.” And like he had conjured her with the mere mention, a new girl who Al assumed to be Amara’s sister materialised in the door. He looked between the two and sensed a bit of tension and, then, masterfully ignored it.

“Hello,” he offered his hand to the second sister, “You must be Amara’s sister. I’m Alessandro.”

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pundantic MO Moke Join Date: Dec 2010 Location: Winterfell Posts: 8,760 Hogwarts RPG Name: Gideon Emerson Slytherin Seventh Year Ministry RPG Name: Ferris Karten x4	Who Am I? Ern's 2460FUN Quote: Originally Posted by dansgurl His hands made swift movements and before she could figure out what it was he'd had, it disappeared.Her gaze shifted to his face as he spoke. She thought she'd seen a perplexed look but now it was a rather pleasing one. Amara masked her confusion, traversed the length of the compartment and shook his extended hand. "I'm Amara.." she paused, "You don't mind some company do you?" she motioned towards the seat opposite him, "My sister would be here shortly.. I think" That is, if she was finished with the family drama. Quote: Originally Posted by katrinaalice Zyanya couldn't believe it. Amara had ditched her yet again. This was the second time in a row her sister had done that. She'd have to have a word with Amara. She understood that emotional goodbyes weren't Amara's thing but it wouldn't have been much for Amara to just do it this once. It's not everyday that they left for Hogwarts. Once she had finally made her goodbyes with her parents, she had started searching for Amara. She thought she saw Amara enter from the front so she went in. She was wondering if she would have to look the entire length of the train to find her sister. Damn you, Amara! Then, as luck would have it, she found her in the first compartment itself. Peering in, she found her sister talking to someone but couldn't clearly see who it was. She opened the door and walked in, clearing her throat. She was mad and she was going to make sure Amara made up to her. In truth, Al did kind of mind being interrupted, but only because he was feeling a little anxious the closer and closer they inched to the castle. There was a lot of expectation riding on his arrival and the dusty old hat that would be plopped on his black curls. Ever the little gentleman, though, Al never would have dismissed the new entry. Amara, she said her name was. He conceded the seat to her, ”Of course you can sit there. Your sister, too.” And like he had conjured her with the mere mention, a new girl who Al assumed to be Amara’s sister materialised in the door. He looked between the two and sensed a bit of tension and, then, masterfully ignored it. “Hello,” he offered his hand to the second sister, “You must be Amara’s sister. I’m Alessandro.” __________________