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Tattie 
For the moment, Clara had stopped hugging Cinna, explained that she would move her trunk now and was trying, to no avail, to shift said trunk. This thing was heavy. She was so focused, in fact, that she'd tuned out Cinna and everyone else so that she could move the trunk faster.
It wasn't until someone picked up the other side of her trunk that she looked up.
O_________O
Of all the people.
Gabe. There were so many people on this train and any one of them could have helped her with the trunk ... but Gabe? She simply stared at him for a few moments, taking the scene in ......... "Hi." She said pathetically, taking a step towards where she was going to put the trunk. She would have said that he didn't have to help her, but she knew him well enough to know that he just wanted the trunk out of the way ... "Thank you." That would have to do.
Clara didn't need to thank him. She just needed to help get her trunk out of the way....because Gabriel didn't want to be in here longer than what was necessary. He had some....reading to do.
...and his anxiety couldn't handle this. Nope. Quiet time was needed with a Latin book...or a Greek one. Someone to stimulate his mind and not have him panicking over the fact that everything he knew was about to change.
...Thank you very much.
No words were said. Gabriel didn't need to speak to convey he wasn't dealing with this today.
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Cassirin There was a distinct line forming here, which was not very orderly and was slowly driving Dot bonkers, but at least there was some reason to it. She inched her way closer to being able to put up her own things, trying to juggle a trunk that was just-slightly-too-big for her and an unruly kitten who did not want to be held.
And then the boy ahead of her mucked it all up by dropping his TWO trunks (not fair, by the way, that he had so many trunks) and helping someone else. DOT HAD PLACES TO BE, MISTER SPECTACLES. She grunted in dismay as she dropped her own trunk and climbed on top of Mr. Specs' trunk. TRUNKS, 'cause he had two, the cheaterpants.
"You almost pancaked me with your trunks. I don't want to be a pancake." She reached out and caught up one of the drawstrings of his hoodie so he couldn't get away. "That girl can carry her own trunk. You carry mine." On account of him almost pancaking her. ...but apparently, someone didn't agree...?
Feeling a tug on his sweatshirt, Gabe jerked back, looking for the culprit. He wasn't at ease with people....touching him. There was a bubble...He would've been much more comfortable being ignored, actually. So...if people could just....do that....
What.......?
Stares. The very small, very BOSSY girl was getting disbelieving stares.
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"After hers."...because Clara was moving SO SLOW.......and....well, this little girl was kinda scary. O.O