Middle Cars https://s26.postimg.cc/ul265tleh/middle-cars-banner.jpg If you suffer from FOMO or just want to be in the involved with everything, then the middle passenger cars of the train are for you. Just like the other cars, a long corridor provides access to the many compartments, each labelled with a letter, available for you and your friends to hunker down in until the train has come to a complete stop. Cushioned seats and large windows, allowing perfect views of the British scenery on your journey, await. |
open <3 Mamie had thought about going to find Ashley, really had, she wanted to see her friend one last time before summer. But...she had spent two months locked in a room with no time to herself. Zero alone. Zip. Zilch. Nada. Even for an extrovert like her, it was a lot. That, plus the sudden realization as she boarded the train that, that she was going home. Were her parents going to be mad she hadn't written all year? Were they going to make her explain it? She made her way into an empty (for now) compartment, heaved her rucksack with her street clothes onto the rack overhead. And plopped herself into one of the window seats. With a heavy sigh, she pulled her feet up onto the seat (they barely still fit) and leaned against the window. She tried to focus on the outside. She didn't actually want to fall asleep yet. |
Kaira was walking through, trying to find a compartment. It had been a very rough year. This is not how she wanted her first year to go. All she wanted to do was go back and heal with her family. She missed her family terribly, and her biggest realisation from this year was to hold on to the ones you love, for it may all be gone in a second. Thinking of all of this, Kaira realised she didn't wanna be alone now. She saw a compartment where a girl who looked slightly older than her sat. 'Heyy..mind if I join you?,' Kaira asked, hoping she wouldn't mind too much |
Violet was caught up in her thoughts, going over everything that had happened over the past year (and last year, too, because, really, that's when it started) and also thinking about everything she'd seen and heard of this newcomer, Healer Poppy, who she didn't quite trust yet. Was there a test to see if someone had been polyjuiced, she wondered? Because considering the past couple of hears, maybe they should be using that on anyone coming onto the Hogwarts faculty from now on. Not paying attention, Violet just turned into a car in the middle of the Hogwarts Express without looking very hard where she was going and absent-mindedly wandered into a convenient compartment, where she looked up to see two younger girls. Ah, she really didn't feel like riding with a bunch of young kids today. But wait--there was Mamie, she remembered her from the room and the battle. Well, she was okay, pretty level-headed for a kid. Violet decided she might as well sit there as anywhere. "Mind if I sit here?" Violet said, but she was already stowing her smaller bag in an overhead compartment (but not before she withdrew a small volume and a pencil from it). Then she sat down. |
Despite a near-heroic effort, And then, Violet was here too. Mamie, er...Margaret, depending on who she was talking to, gave the older girl a smile. "The more the merrier," she said, a little flatly because she was exhausted. She did mean it, though. Well, most of her meant it. The part of her underneath all the exhaustion. It had been a long term. |
Oops. Had she waken the girl up? 'I'm so sorry to wake you up,' Kaira said, apologetically, as she gently got into the compartment. Kaira saw an older girl there (Violet) and smiled at her. |
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Violet gave a polite smile back to the first year--well, not a first year for much longer-- Kaira, who'd entered the compartment just ahead of her. Heavens, imagine this past year having been your first year at Hogwarts! Violet wasn't in the mood to socialize, but felt she ought to make an effort for this girl. "How are you doing? Crazy first year, huh?" she said in what she hoped was a reasonably friendly manner--Violet could never quite tell. |
"I wasn't sleeping," she lied, badly, and tucked her neatly braided hair behind her shoulder in an attempt to look more alert. Maybe it would be good to practice that, the lying, over the summer. It might come in handy one day, for survival and such. Though, if she could make it through this past year, she probably didn't need any extra survival skills. "It-it will be...odd...f-finally seeing family," she noted to the two other girls. She wondered if the first year and Violet would have a hard time explaining their lack of communication to their families, like she anticipated having to do. Maybe that's where she could start, with the lying practice. Lying about why she hadn't written and hadn't come home for the holidays. At least she wouldn't have to explain all of her pants being too short, having grown several inches since her Babulya last hemmed them. Maybe she should learn how to sew. |
Aboli is crashing this party! @Mamie, Alice, Kaira Aboli had a mission on the train ride home. She had meant to see Mamie at the feast, but with saying goodbye to the Slytherin's, she had only gotten to see her briefly before the healer lady was giving them a speech And so, she was wandering the train searching for the blonde. It didn't take her long to find her in a car near the middle section of the train, and she didn't bother to alert them to her presence or knock before sliding the compartment door open. "Mamie." She said seriously, but then she couldn't help but break into a small smile at her. "Can I...talk to you in the corridor for a moment?" she asked gently. She gave a nod and a small wave to each of the other girls, Alice, and Kaira, but the seventh year needed to have her moment with the young Hufflepuff. She tossed some chocolate frogs at the girls, though. "Here. I brought gifts," she said with a casual shrug. Her voice sounded a little gruff. |
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Suddenly the compartment door was open again and Though she did feel...a little nervous about talking to the seventh year in the corridor. She missed the little smile from the older girl. Was...was she in trouble? Aboli hadn't been a prefect all year, but maybe they'd post-graduation conferred some sort of responsibility on the older girl? Was Aboli telling her she couldn't come back either, like maybe her grades weren't good enough? Though really, how were her charms and transfiguration and defense grades supposed to be any good when she'd never had her wand with her to do any practicing? She prepared her retort for when Aboli told her she had failed and was being kicked out of Hogwarts. She wasn't leaving the Wizarding World without a fight. Margaret pushed all those worrisome thoughts down and nodded, getting to her feet to follow the seventh year into the corridor. Hopefully she'd be back. |
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Suddenly the door to the compartment opened again and Aboli Song stuck her head in and called Mamie out into the corridor to talk. Violet realized she'd never really had much chance to talk with her fellow Slytherin and former prefect, and now the older girl was graduating and leaving Hogwarts, and Violet would never get the chance. That was the way life worked, Violet mused, if you passed up chances to meet people or do things, sometimes they were gone and you'd never get that chance again. Violet decided she needed to spend less time evaluating things and more time doing them. Maybe--she was a Slytherin, after all, she couldn't help holding back and planning before making her move. In the meantime, Violet looked down at the Chocolate Frogs Aboli had thrown to them--as a consolation prize, maybe? Nevertheless, it was a nice one, and besides, Violet had always heard that chocolate was very good for your nerves. And it had been a long time since she'd had any. She meditatively opened one, caught the frog before it could hop away, and bit off its head. |
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Before I officially...am gone. "I have some parting gifts for you, all right?" she smiled gently and set her bag on the ground as she crouched to retrieve the gifts. They were wrapped in emerald green shimmery tissue, and she stood up straight to pass it to her. Her hands were gloved in the green velvet ones she preferred, and they were shaking slightly. "I wanted you to have something to remember me by. I know we'll see each other again but...you know. Not as often," she nodded. When Mamie opened it the tissue, she'd see the gloves Aboli had gotten her. She had gotten Bernie a different pair as well, but she hadn't...had a chance to give them to her yet. She'd need to owl them off since Bernie had left. On the inside, where the wrist would be located, the words "remember who you are, always...." stitched in light, shimmery grey followed by the initials XO A.S. "I hope you like them. They...they're not a normal pair of gloves." She grinned, almost devilishly so. |
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That's what happened. She tried to keep her face expressionless as she looked barely up at Aboli. At this rate, she'd probably be taller than the seventh year whenever she saw her next. When...whenever that was. And, it seemed she was not in trouble. Mamie gulped, noticing how Aboli seemed sad, and that made her sad too. But--it shouldn't, because Aboli was graduating and that was a good thing! "Gifts?" she repeated, confused. Weren't gifts supposed to work the other way around? "You-you didn't have to do that, Aboli..." Really. Mamie would have been perfectly happy with a nice hug. Still, she accepted the little package and, after a second glance from Aboli's face to the compartment door where Kaira and Violet still were, she neatly unwrapped the green tissue. Gloves. Mamie stared at them for a moment, confused because...it was summer? Who wore gloves in the--OH. Aboli wore gloves in the summer. Eyes darting between the gloves in her hands and the ones on Aboli's, a smile appeared. She held one up to admire it better. "They're pretty," she said. "Thank--what do you mean, not normal??" |
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