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DaniDiNardo · 08-28-2016, 11:51 PM

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Originally Posted by Davvy_Wavvy

Belle made it harder and harder to leave each year. This year she turned on the water works full force and wouldn't let go of his leg, until his mother pried her off him. Speaking of, his mother was getting so much better at seeing him off. There were no tears this year, even though he was boarding the train with his face completely covered in lipstick stains.

First order of the day was ensuring that Heath got all his stuff packed away and that he was seated and okay, then he left his brother to hold a compartment for Phillip and Blaise.

And Bentley found the perfect one at the back. Hoozah!

In case it wasn't brilliantly obvious, he didn't want to be here. He didn't want to board the Hogwarts Express (did he ever?) and he didn't want to admit that he'd be heading back to school for a whole other year. How Julie managed to be so chipper about it was beyond him but one thing was for certain; she was NOT sitting with him if she insisted on wearing that stupid grin and obnoxiously sharing her excitement with him. Typically, Blaise prided himself on being brother of the year but that was asking too much. He couldn't--wouldn't do it.

For his part, he made sure she wasn't sitting with jerks and idiots but then he was off to find Bentley. He would sulk in his compartment the whole way if he could. Nothing new.

Already understanding the pattern, the now Fourth Year didn't bother checking compartments. He already knew where his cousin would be; the back of the train. That's where Phillip would meet them, that's where he would imagine all the horrible things that would go wrong this year.

"Is it just me or do those First Years get smaller each year?" He quipped, slipping into the compartment and closing the door behind him. Which seat would be lay claim to? Hmm.

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DaniDiNardo Crup Join Date: May 2012 Location: Over here! (GMT -5) Posts: 17,239 Hogwarts RPG Name: Ruth (Rae) Elliot Gryffindor First Year x12 x12	Yeah I broke that mirror, so what? ll NOT backward ll Official Gryfferin ll Lemon's favourite Quote: Originally Posted by Davvy_Wavvy Belle made it harder and harder to leave each year. This year she turned on the water works full force and wouldn't let go of his leg, until his mother pried her off him. Speaking of, his mother was getting so much better at seeing him off. There were no tears this year, even though he was boarding the train with his face completely covered in lipstick stains. First order of the day was ensuring that Heath got all his stuff packed away and that he was seated and okay, then he left his brother to hold a compartment for Phillip and Blaise. And Bentley found the perfect one at the back. Hoozah! In case it wasn't brilliantly obvious, he didn't want to be here. He didn't want to board the Hogwarts Express (did he ever?) and he didn't want to admit that he'd be heading back to school for a whole other year. How Julie managed to be so chipper about it was beyond him but one thing was for certain; she was NOT sitting with him if she insisted on wearing that stupid grin and obnoxiously sharing her excitement with him. Typically, Blaise prided himself on being brother of the year but that was asking too much. He couldn't--wouldn't do it. For his part, he made sure she wasn't sitting with jerks and idiots but then he was off to find Bentley. He would sulk in his compartment the whole way if he could. Nothing new. Already understanding the pattern, the now Fourth Year didn't bother checking compartments. He already knew where his cousin would be; the back of the train. That's where Phillip would meet them, that's where he would imagine all the horrible things that would go wrong this year. "Is it just me or do those First Years get smaller each year?" He quipped, slipping into the compartment and closing the door behind him. Which seat would be lay claim to? Hmm. __________________ Imma say all the words inside my head____________________________________ ______________________________I'm fired up and tired of the way that things are said.