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Tazenhani · 08-29-2010, 04:45 AM

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Originally Posted by grangerfan8

Walking felt weird to Arya, having spent the last few weeks living in her rollerblades, but Noah had insisted that she not skate on the train and so walk she did. With her luggage stowed away in the back of the train, the young girl decided to find a seat somewhere in the middle of the train so that she would be easier to find.

With her kneazle snuggled in her bag, head peeking out and staring at passing students, she strolled down the train looking for an empty compartment. When Arya found said compartment, she opened it and took her usual seat by the window, placing her bag in her lap and letting Perseus roam the compartment as she gazed out the window at the students still bidding their farewells.

It was strange, and then not so strange, to be on the train back to Hogwarts. He couldn't fully remember the boundaries between the end of the previous year and the beginning of this, despite the still docked position of the train at the station platform. Still, it was as if summer hadn't actually existed and at most, it had been a day trip back to their own, perspective worlds. But whether it was or not, didn't really matter, the train was here, loaded with its chatty and overexcited (and some not) students, awaiting to see what the new year at Hogwarts would bring.

A soft sigh escaped Sabel as he stepped out of the way of a couple of energetic firsties, watching them scramble down the hall, probably to find the treat trolley. When there was enough safe room for him to shift back into the walkway of the middle train compartments, he altered the weight of his shoulderbag, muttering a small apology to the black cat perched on his opposite shoulder, helping to balance out the weight. It was the first year he didn't see much of what was going on, his mind lost in a haze of thoughts that mirrored his forgetfulness of the summer.

It was only Merlin's decisive hop off his shoulder and prance into a nearby compartment, around a peeking girl's legs, that bought his attention and set his feet to follow and stop just behind the rather distressed looking child. But it was the third year inside that caught his attention. "Arya?" Nevermind the whitefluffball Merlin had decided would serve well as a cotton playtoy.

08-29-2010, 04:45 AM	#158 (permalink)
Tazenhani DMLE & DoM Doxy Join Date: Oct 2009 Posts: 6,150 Hogwarts RPG Name: Amur Neverwinter Fourth Year	~ Rise and Rise Again, Until Lambs become Lions ~ Quote: Originally Posted by grangerfan8 Walking felt weird to Arya, having spent the last few weeks living in her rollerblades, but Noah had insisted that she not skate on the train and so walk she did. With her luggage stowed away in the back of the train, the young girl decided to find a seat somewhere in the middle of the train so that she would be easier to find. With her kneazle snuggled in her bag, head peeking out and staring at passing students, she strolled down the train looking for an empty compartment. When Arya found said compartment, she opened it and took her usual seat by the window, placing her bag in her lap and letting Perseus roam the compartment as she gazed out the window at the students still bidding their farewells. It was strange, and then not so strange, to be on the train back to Hogwarts. He couldn't fully remember the boundaries between the end of the previous year and the beginning of this, despite the still docked position of the train at the station platform. Still, it was as if summer hadn't actually existed and at most, it had been a day trip back to their own, perspective worlds. But whether it was or not, didn't really matter, the train was here, loaded with its chatty and overexcited (and some not) students, awaiting to see what the new year at Hogwarts would bring. A soft sigh escaped Sabel as he stepped out of the way of a couple of energetic firsties, watching them scramble down the hall, probably to find the treat trolley. When there was enough safe room for him to shift back into the walkway of the middle train compartments, he altered the weight of his shoulderbag, muttering a small apology to the black cat perched on his opposite shoulder, helping to balance out the weight. It was the first year he didn't see much of what was going on, his mind lost in a haze of thoughts that mirrored his forgetfulness of the summer. It was only Merlin's decisive hop off his shoulder and prance into a nearby compartment, around a peeking girl's legs, that bought his attention and set his feet to follow and stop just behind the rather distressed looking child. But it was the third year inside that caught his attention. "Arya?" Nevermind the whitefluffball Merlin had decided would serve well as a cotton playtoy. __________________ I've got a fire for a heart._________________________________________________ I'm not scared of the dark._________________________________________ _______________________________________You've never seen it look so easy.