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Back of the Train There's plenty of seating at the back of the train. Grab a compartment with your friends, it's time to head back to school! Quote:
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Nataly entered the train, holding her trunk. This time, her parents did take her to the platform, but only for reputation. They probably wanted people to think that they actually care about me. she thought in disgust. Nataly walked to the back of the train, searching for a compartment. She wanted to know some of the people at Hogwarts who won't thing she's mad, or a sissy. In Durmstrang everyone laughed at her and mocked her because she couldn't crucio bunnies. But was that her fault? She just didn't want to be a psycho like them. |
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Nataly shuddered at the mention of her previous school. She didn't want to remember. |
for anyone who wants to play :D A thoroughly dismayed looking Hufflepuff boarded the Hogwarts Express and glanced around. His dad had assumed that he might have possibly grown over the last year and had brought him clothes that would fit an average-sized thirteen year old for his birthday the day before. But Jake was NOT average-sized. He was pint-sized. With a handful of the waistband of his oversized jeans in one hand, and a cat tucked under the other arm, hidden beneath the folds of the sleeves of his huge jacket, Jake made his way down the back of the train, searching for a compartment. He didn't want to be looking for long, his appearance being all ridiculous and whatnot. Finally finding a compartment, Jake shuffled in, kicking the hems of his jeans ahead of him, not looking to see if anyone was in there. Practically collapsing on the seat, Jake let go of both cat and waistband, glad he didn't have to haul his luggage all the way down here. Pulling his replacement wand from his pocket, Jake used the stick to brush his newly cut pink hair out of his eyes. Darn stuff was now too far away to chew on. |
Zoerawrr "I AM ON THE TRAAAAAAIN WOOHOO!" Blake shouted excitedly as he danced his way into the train, WEE! His trunk was somewhere, anywhere, God he really didn't care about where it was as long as he got his grabby hands on the candy. His mom and dad were outside waiting for him to bid them goodbye but Blakey was too busy looking for....CANDY!! From far he might look like a firecracker zooming around the Hogwarts Express since his hyper-ness reached a new level, today. A word of caution everyone, don't stop him or he might explode 6^%$*&2. The fourteen year old happily bounced around the train, smiling at people he didn't even know, haha. Peeking through the window of a compartment, he eyes almost popped out, a boy with PIIIINK hair??? How cool is THAT. Sliding the door open, Blake stepped in, his blue eyes widened in horror at the sight of a cat, RUUUNNN. Cats are never nice to Blake, never, they scratch him and make him gooo itchy, oh poo. Shrugging, at this silliness, Blakey smiled at the lonely boy, "Can I take a seat, if you don't mind?" He said with a huge grin, his tones were a little extra cheesy today, one word... he was EXCITED. |
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Raising a single eyebrow as a boy peered through the window of his compartment, Jake didn't quite pick up on any emotions in the boys face, though he kind of figured this was the shouter when the guy asked for a seat. "You... take a seat? Well, you can sit down, if that's what you mean," Jake nodded, forgetting to put a hold on his pedanticness for a while. The grin slightly alarmed Jake, though he vaguely knew where he had seen that type of grin before... "I'm Jake, by the way," Jake smiled, shaking back his jacket sleeve and holding his hand out for the other boy to shake or eat or whatever. |
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Ruby was dragging her trunk heading to the train. The platform was not much people. Maybe it was quite soon at the moment. Ruby was so eager with the thought of going to school, she awoke at 5 a.m and could not go back to sleep. This was her first term at Hogwarts so that she could not help but thought of it all the time. She said good-bye with her parents this morning on the station then headed to the barrier between platforms nine and ten. It was a interested experience walking through a solid wall without endamaging your head and stuffs. Once Ruby reached the train, she tried her best to heave her trunk onto the train, though it was too heavy to a liitle girl like her. She tried and tried but no use. Oh great! thought Ruby, how come I get onto the train with this. Maybe I should asked someone for help. She turned round scanning the platform yet it was quite empty. |
Clumsily Rayedem dragged his trunk into the back of the train; his parents had said their goodbyes and now, finding himself alone was quite strange since his parents had been with him almost all the time when he was in Diagon Alley. He looked around, I'm not alone at all, he thought. Maybe I have walked into the wrong part of the train. Then he saw two girls talking and overheard them talking about.. Houses. Houses rivalry? Slytherins loath Gryffindors? Really? Is it only Gryffindors or the other houses too? Ah, but Evan was so nice to him. He had had no one to tell him about this, ever. He decided to jump in the conversation. "Hi there." he said, realizing how stupid he had probably sounded. Although he was stammering a little, he gathered his courage to continue, "Did I hear it right? Do Slytherins hate Gryffindors? Why?" pausing for a short moment to observe the girls' expression, Rayedem suddenly came to realize something he had forgotten to mention, "Oh, by the way, my name is Rayedem, I'm a first year." he said, adding a slight smile. |
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"Hi Jake, you're hair is the bomb." There was a trace of great excitement and admiration in the fourteen year old's voice, "I was so..captivated by your hair that I forgot to introduce myself. I am Blake, fourteen year old soon-to-be Slytherin." Wiggling his eyebrows at Jake, Blake started to stretch down his shirt's sleeve, how did he forget that...that heart which was penned on his hand by the evilest girl of all. What will Jake think if he saw it? Never mind, he'll just explain him the story, sigh. ooc: I'll be back in half and hour. |
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He had lost Lyra in the rush of making it to the train, but he guessed she'd find him somewhere, as she always did. He turned to his parents and gave them a big hug. He'd be away for a year after all, and they were too worried. Again. He let them go, at least he tried, but his mother wasn't leaving. He gasped for air, and finally Mrs. Cartwright got the message to leave her son. She smiled sadly, tears on her cheeks. Evan got sad too, but not enough to cry, or even feel really sad. He'd had enough last year, after all, and he looked forward to being free. He hugged his father too, the man who suffered his son much, but at the end he gave him his freedom. Evan grabbed his trunk and throwed it to an empty compartment. He then came back to finish the goodbye ceremony. "Write us weekly!" his mother said in the Scouse accent she got over the years of living in Liverpool. "Be a good boy. Study hard, and stay safe from trouble." "Your mom's right, Evan. Stay away from Peeves, and anyone who is to make trouble. Remember our conditions of sending you there." Evan nodded to show that he knew those conditions: study, keep safe. The classical. "Okay dad, mom." he said in a thick Scouse accent. "I'll." After a moment of silent awkawrdness, he added "I should better be on." The two blondies nodded as if they had just lost someone they loved very much. The two pairs of blue eyes met their son's as his blue eyes sparkled with a tear too, and then they saw the blond hair wave as he got on the train. They'd miss him much. Evan finally got on. Despite all he had gone through, he'd miss his house, he realised at the minute he got on the train. He quickly sniffed and wiped the tear away. He never cried, and he wouldn't now either. He took some deep breaths to calm down. He walked over to grab his trunk when he saw that a girl was struggling with hers. He went to her, and asked "Do you need any help?" with a polite and friendly smile on his lips. |
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As the guy sat down and spoke, Jake finally realised what the big attraction was. "Oh... my hair," he grinned slightly, going cross-eyed as he looked at the very pink tips of his hair that just about penetrated his vision. "Yeah... funny story about that. Even funnier story... if you see a real fat cat wandering the grounds this term, the exact same shade of pink as my hair... That's Professor Bunbury's cat, and the pink is my doing," he smiled cheekily, biting his tongue. "Yeah, I don't think she likes me much anymore." As the boy, Blake, apparently, went on to introduce himself, Jake nodded as he took in the information, almost certain he'd forget the name. "Oh, I'm in my third year. Hufflepuff," he added, eyes drawn to a sudden movement by Blake's hand. Frowning a little, Jake tilted his head in confusion and looked back up. "You new, then? You said soon-to-be Slytherin? How's that work?" |
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Even though he was only a first year, Nataly didn't think he was a little ickle child. Well, at least not like the spoild brats at Durmstrang. |
Deniiiiiiz <3 Yay Finally! After a long summer vacation which was pretty boring (apart from the Diagon Alley trips) , it was finally time to go to school. Lyra entered the train after saying goodbye to her parents , relieved that she had finally convinced them that everything was going to be ok and blabla. walking through the hallway of the train she decided to check the back for an compartment. As she started to draaaag the luggages she was caring on the floor , Lyra breathed hard and had to stop a few times. Why did she had to take so many things with her? The second year Slytherin looked behind her, relieved that no one was in the way and that the back of the train was finally in sight. There were already voices coming from the back so she figured that she wasn't the first. Dragging her stuff further she finally stopped before a compartment and just had to laugh out loud at the sight she was seeing. Evan was in the compartment , helping what looked like, a first year. It wasn't something to laugh about but the fact that Lyra always seemed to be drawn to Evan was just ridiculous. Shrugging her shoulders and thinking he wouldn't mind that Lyra would sit here too she opened the door with her elbow, still holding her luggage. "Hey Evan" she greeted with a grin and then looked at the younger girl who he was helping. "Hiya" she said and waved, strangely enough with both her hands... Bad move. The moment Lyra waved at her she dropped her luggage to the ground and there was a loud BANG which was silently muffled by the carpet on the floor. Cursing under her breath she stooped down to grab the handle again and picked it up, dragging it inside the compartment. |
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Still being nosy, flossie poked around the back of the train, she saw some third years and smiled and waved. She sat in one of the compartments and then decided to investigate the front of the train. |
Rhea slid open a compartment and plopped down. Her arms were aching from dragging her luggage through diagon alley to the train and now she just wanted to relax, though she wasn't sure how much she would be able to do that. The back of the train was pretty live at the moment. She watched as the trees zoomed past her and casually swept a loose strand of light brown hair from her eyes. This was certainly going to be a long ride back to Hogwarts. She sighed. Hogwarts...home.. Since her first day of summer break she had wanted to return to her four poster and curl up, while the wonderful aroma from the kitchen perfumed the air in their common room and dorm rooms. She closed her eyes and a slight smile played on her lips while she recalled vivid images of her common room...Cedric Diggory's twinkling eyes, the black and yellow decoration and the Badger emblem on much of the banners. |
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