Hogwarts Express: Food Trolley

[Wilber Winterbottom]

It goes without saying that everyone's favourite person in the train is the trolley lady. Old, plump, and just as sweet as the food she sells, she can provide you with the sugary delights you desire -- from Bertie Bott's Every Flavour Beans to Chocolate Frogs to Pumpkin Pasties, it is all there in her trolley! The woman comes around during the middle of the journey and is generally the cause for any traffic jams taking place in the corridor.

When you hear "Anything from the trolley?" be hollered, even from a distance, it would be wise of you to jump up, make sure you have your money in your pocket, and get in the corridor before a long line begins to form. If you are the unfortunate soul that has to deal with an endless line, keep calm and stay put because the wait is certainly worth it. Please make sure you are waiting your turn with patience because the trolley lady is likely to refuse making a transaction with you if she sees you trying to cut in line or pushing people out of the way.

OOC: No one plays the trolley lady, so please role-play receiving snacks and paying on your own.

[Lady of Light]

Hogwarts again.

Natasha couldn't believe she was on her way back to school. Summer had been so much fun and how she wished it had gone on forever but here she was - already missing her family. Ugh.

When she heard the trolley, she immediately jumped out of her seat - the girl was hungry, ok - and entered the corridor, making sure she had some money in her pocket.

[MadMadamMalfoy]

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Originally Posted by Lady of Light

Hogwarts again.

Natasha couldn't believe she was on her way back to school. Summer had been so much fun and how she wished it had gone on forever but here she was - already missing her family. Ugh.

When she heard the trolley, she immediately jumped out of her seat - the girl was hungry, ok - and entered the corridor, making sure she had some money in her pocket.

Sydney was excited to finally be on her way to Hogwarts, not that it showed in her perpetually stoic expression. She was sitting in her compartment, quietly reading a book, when she heard the trolley lady call. Although she didn't have much of a sweet tooth, she wouldn't say no to some jelly slugs. Maybe she'd be generous and get something for her sister while she was up.

With money in her pocket, her rat sitting on her shoulder, and her venus flytrap safely tucked under her arm, she exited the compartment. She noticed another, older girl in the corridor, but she wasn't intimidated. “Is this the back of the line for the trolley?” she asked.