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Waterloo · 09-12-2009, 03:23 AM

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Originally Posted by Draco21

Violet looked at woodson as he passed by and read the expression on his face that none of these people have never heard of first class so said hey you why do you have that look on your face? i took my private jet here of course first class ok I see your a slytherin i guess i might see you around then

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Originally Posted by Anna Banana

LouAnn's parents had, graciously, educated her on nearly each and every aspect of Hogwarts. They'd told her of the four houses (she suspected Ravenclaw for herself) and they'd warned her of some werewolf incident from last term (is that the reasoning behind the werewolf fliers posted throughout the train?). They'd even told her that one of the coolest and most popular hangouts was the lake (did she really need 'hangout' advice from her parents, though?). LouAnn had woke up this morning feeling as if she was armed and ready to be a brand new student at one of the most magical schools in the entire world.

What she hadn't been prepared for, though, was the chaos that awaited her on the Hogwarts Express. Was that a chocolate frog bouncing at the open window? With a slightly worried expression on her face, LouAnn maneuvered throughout the first part of the train. That whole funny feeling of 'Who will the new kid sit with?' came back to her, and for a moment, she stopped mid-walk and debated just standing the entire time. The idea seemed pretty good until someone's crup tore down the aisle and nearly knocked her over. Yikes! No, no. The aisles were no place for LouAnn Oct...er, Purple? Right? Oh, yes. Purple it was...for now.

She slung her handbag over her shoulder and walked further down the aisle. Where were the people she'd met in Diagon Alley? They'd all said they attended Hogwarts, so where were they now? It seemed that each and every face LouAnn met with was an unfamiliar one. She scanned her surroundings until her eyes fell on Woodson, a boy she'd met at The Leaky Cauldron. Ahh, Woodson! A familiar face! Woodson seemed to have found someone to talk to, as well. LouAnn's eyes traveled from Woodson to...other Woodson? Had he mentioned being a twin? Something about a twin rang a bell for LouAnn, but then again, the focus of their first meeting had been hand sanitizer, so other details were a bit foggy. "Woodson. I sure am glad to see you. This place...is a madhouse," she said,walking up beside him. She smiled at the other boy, the twin if she remembered correctly. He definitely looked like Woodson. "Woodson's brother, yes? I'm LouAnn."

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Originally Posted by Crayola

This needed to be reported to their Father straight away, and this time he would have to read their letter, no matter how many state business he had to look out for. This had been going on for far too long. He had never thought their parents would actually send them to this Hogwarts school, but the fact was that they clearly had.

And something needed to be done about it.

"I could bet my Omega watch on how this was all Miriam's idea. Let us blend in with the working class, most likely." That witch really was wacko. And so were their parents for believing in her and in that shrink that clearly had taken his degree in some lousy university in a foreign country. Anyone that claimed to have graduated from Oxford University should know the importance of social classes.

But private compartment? Oh yes, please.

Sebastian was just about to comment on what a superb idea that was, when some stranger said his brother's name. What was it with Woodson and girls?! "Lord, brother! They sure do like you." Sebastian snickered, expression of distate changing to one of amusement before he ran one hand through his fair hair. Just incase this girl was a nutcase like that Kovac girl, Sebastian was decided not to talk to her .. but that was before she called his place a madhouse. Aah. Someone whose words he could agree to.

Besides Woodson, of course.

"Sebastian. Sebastian Whitcomb." He replied curtly, bowing his head ever so slightly in the girl's direction but not paying her that much attention anyway.

Yeah, that was Sebastian being polite.

The young Whitcomb simply blinked at the girl who walked past and rudely addressed him.. something about taking a private jet here? The girl clearly had no idea, did she? Boasting about your assests in such a manner wasnt the way to do things. No, it was all about being smooth.

And goodness, was Woodson smooth.

But there was still that task of finding an empty, suitable compartment. Well, clearly none of them were going to be suitable enough for a Whitcomb, gosh no. All of them looked filthy. Thriving with all sorts of germs no doubt.

He was a little surprised though, when he heard someone from behind saying his name. It wasn't like he knew many people here after all. "Ah, LouAnn!" The fifteen year old managed a genuine smile. Sort of anyway, before scowling at his brother.

Sure did like him? What nonsense.

"What a pleasant surprise to see you," he continued, shocked to hear Sebastian had actually introduced himself. That was a rare occurence. "I told you about LouAnn, Bastian," Woodson reminded his brother, "she helped me through an emergency. Hand santizer. I'm still grateful for that you know, Miss."

Indeed he was.

09-12-2009, 03:23 AM	#105 (permalink)
Waterloo Occamy Join Date: May 2007 Location: London Posts: 63,511 Hogwarts RPG Name: Cora Dredworth Sixth Year x1	connoisseur of comfort ❅ Crayola's Wibby Mrs Alex Turner ❅ Netflix and meow SPOILER!!: quotage x) Quote: Originally Posted by Draco21 Violet looked at woodson as he passed by and read the expression on his face that none of these people have never heard of first class so said hey you why do you have that look on your face? i took my private jet here of course first class ok I see your a slytherin i guess i might see you around then Quote: Originally Posted by Anna Banana LouAnn's parents had, graciously, educated her on nearly each and every aspect of Hogwarts. They'd told her of the four houses (she suspected Ravenclaw for herself) and they'd warned her of some werewolf incident from last term (is that the reasoning behind the werewolf fliers posted throughout the train?). They'd even told her that one of the coolest and most popular hangouts was the lake (did she really need 'hangout' advice from her parents, though?). LouAnn had woke up this morning feeling as if she was armed and ready to be a brand new student at one of the most magical schools in the entire world. What she hadn't been prepared for, though, was the chaos that awaited her on the Hogwarts Express. Was that a chocolate frog bouncing at the open window? With a slightly worried expression on her face, LouAnn maneuvered throughout the first part of the train. That whole funny feeling of 'Who will the new kid sit with?' came back to her, and for a moment, she stopped mid-walk and debated just standing the entire time. The idea seemed pretty good until someone's crup tore down the aisle and nearly knocked her over. Yikes! No, no. The aisles were no place for LouAnn Oct...er, Purple? Right? Oh, yes. Purple it was...for now. She slung her handbag over her shoulder and walked further down the aisle. Where were the people she'd met in Diagon Alley? They'd all said they attended Hogwarts, so where were they now? It seemed that each and every face LouAnn met with was an unfamiliar one. She scanned her surroundings until her eyes fell on Woodson, a boy she'd met at The Leaky Cauldron. Ahh, Woodson! A familiar face! Woodson seemed to have found someone to talk to, as well. LouAnn's eyes traveled from Woodson to...other Woodson? Had he mentioned being a twin? Something about a twin rang a bell for LouAnn, but then again, the focus of their first meeting had been hand sanitizer, so other details were a bit foggy. "Woodson. I sure am glad to see you. This place...is a madhouse," she said,walking up beside him. She smiled at the other boy, the twin if she remembered correctly. He definitely looked like Woodson. "Woodson's brother, yes? I'm LouAnn." Quote: Originally Posted by Crayola This needed to be reported to their Father straight away, and this time he would have to read their letter, no matter how many state business he had to look out for. This had been going on for far too long. He had never thought their parents would actually send them to this Hogwarts school, but the fact was that they clearly had. And something needed to be done about it. "I could bet my Omega watch on how this was all Miriam's idea. Let us blend in with the working class, most likely." That witch really was wacko. And so were their parents for believing in her and in that shrink that clearly had taken his degree in some lousy university in a foreign country. Anyone that claimed to have graduated from Oxford University should know the importance of social classes. But private compartment? Oh yes, please. Sebastian was just about to comment on what a superb idea that was, when some stranger said his brother's name. What was it with Woodson and girls?! "Lord, brother! They sure do like you." Sebastian snickered, expression of distate changing to one of amusement before he ran one hand through his fair hair. Just incase this girl was a nutcase like that Kovac girl, Sebastian was decided not to talk to her .. but that was before she called his place a madhouse. Aah. Someone whose words he could agree to. Besides Woodson, of course. "Sebastian. Sebastian Whitcomb." He replied curtly, bowing his head ever so slightly in the girl's direction but not paying her that much attention anyway. Yeah, that was Sebastian being polite. The young Whitcomb simply blinked at the girl who walked past and rudely addressed him.. something about taking a private jet here? The girl clearly had no idea, did she? Boasting about your assests in such a manner wasnt the way to do things. No, it was all about being smooth. And goodness, was Woodson smooth. But there was still that task of finding an empty, suitable compartment. Well, clearly none of them were going to be suitable enough for a Whitcomb, gosh no. All of them looked filthy. Thriving with all sorts of germs no doubt. He was a little surprised though, when he heard someone from behind saying his name. It wasn't like he knew many people here after all. "Ah, LouAnn!" The fifteen year old managed a genuine smile. Sort of anyway, before scowling at his brother. Sure did like him? What nonsense. "What a pleasant surprise to see you," he continued, shocked to hear Sebastian had actually introduced himself. That was a rare occurence. "I told you about LouAnn, Bastian," Woodson reminded his brother, "she helped me through an emergency. Hand santizer. I'm still grateful for that you know, Miss." Indeed he was. __________________ _____________Take part in our Higgledy Piggledy House Cup!