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Bianca strolled onto the train, peering into comparments as she went. It had been a bust at Diagon Alley. She had met one person. And she wondered if he was on the train. Obviously, he would be, but where? Continuing down the hall to the back of the train, she attempted to squeeze past a couple of people, blocking the way. Sucking in her next to no stomach, so there wasn't any point, she squeezed past. Then SMACK. Bianca got her foot caught on somebody elses, and fell flat to the ground, arms flailing. EEEEP. Embarrasment number, uh, fifty? Seeing her hand bag flown across the floor she moved towards it, picking up the contents, and placing them neatly in her bag, alphabetically. |
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Sebastian Whitcomb was clearly not the best conversationalist in the world. Daphne Hopton wasn't about to judge him (too badly) in any case. She, herself, could be completely insufferable when she wanted to be. "Home schooled?" repeated the blond looking away from Sebastian towards Woodson. "Where did you live? That's--" Interesting, is what she wanted to say but a cry from outside the compartment made her stop mid-sentence. "Excuse me," she said quickly and stood up, opening the compartment door to see a hooded figure on the ground---with a purse attached to his arm...and a girl attached to the purse. "What's going on here?" she asked loudly, stepping out of the compartment and leaving the door open. That purse--looked familiar. "Hey! That's Celly's!" |
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"I...I...um...I didn't...it..." Ugggggh. Stupid boy. How could he!! Another reason why she kept her distance from these people...great. Alright, time to defend her client. "Don't get mad at him. Please. Um...I...it was probably just an accident or...just...don't do anything just yet." She'd never let him go. She'd probably pound him to death...verbally, of course. "Let me talk to him!! Please?" Lucy grabbed the purse out of the boy's hands, and handed it over to the girl. "I'm so sorry. He's...um...I'm actually a close friend of his!! Yes, well...please, will you let me talk to him?" Lucy pleaded. This had to work. Maybe she could work something out between him and her or...something. She can help. |
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you know who you are, yeah. =) Willow had, undoubtedly, grown distracted; the absent expression that had crept on her pale face, as she stared out the window, could easily told anyone that much. It was easy to tell that she was completely oblivious to her surroundings Momentarily taken out of her reverie at the sound of Evolette's voice, the brunette tore her green eyes from the window and shifted them to her best friend. "It's not that complicated, you know," Pointed out the Ravenclaw captain, with a dainty shrug of her small shoulders, "You just have to make sure that when your hand connects with someone else, you do it with strength." She would know - Willow had practiced that with her siblings whenever they bothered her, for the last seventeen years. "I would gladly show you right now, but regrettably, there's no one here I'd like to hit." This was, of course a lie, as Kovac would not mind one bit to hit Sebastian Whitcomb full in the face. However, even if Evolette was her best friend, she was still head girl and physically attacking someone could get her in trouble. Ah, well. She could always aim a bludger at the boy during Quidditch matches and claim it was an accident. Quidditch was full of those. |
To youz. He could feel tears almost coming to his eyes, though he was a Crocker! Crocker boys don't cry! His mum told him that. He should raise his head high and be proud that he was a Crocker! And that's what Willie did that moment, he tried to raise his head high, even though his shoulder was throbbing in pain. Willie rolled over onto his back and groaned, the ache spreading to his neck and just under his shoulder a bit. This wasn't supposed to go this way! "I--" He was about to start when all of the sudden he heard a familiar voice. His heart dropped so many notches that it could've went through his feet and into the ground. It had been Daphne, and she had spotted him with her back. Willie tried to hide his face with his hoodie, pulling it over his face some more. She shouldn't be seeing him. Nooooo! Not like this! Not stealing!. Willie wasn't ashamed of what he was doing, but really Daphne was like a sister and she would scowl at him like Garret. He didn't want that. |
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SPOILER!!: Quooootes. "No, we weren't going to keep it. Never. We um...yeah. No." Lucy said, quickly before anyone else could say anything. Whew. They were safe. No harm done. Lucy was sure they'd be dead meat and all because of this...this thief! Gawsh...she still wondered what motivated him to steal a purse. A GIRL'S PURSE. Really? Why? She looked over at him, glaring at him for only a second, and then moving back into her much more sympathetic expression. And then...she smack his arm. "YOU IDIOT!! Why the heck did you steal that girl's purse? Do you realize you could have been in trouble? You could have gotten ME in trouble?" Lucy stopped to look at him, waiting for a response. But then, she decided she didn't want to hear one from him, and smacked him again on the arm. "If you're gonna steal, be careful. And...what am I saying? DON'T EVER STEAL!! It's bad, don't you know that?" she said. She barely even knew the kid and yet she was already looking out for him. It seemed as if every person she had met so far was one whom she felt worthy of looking out for. Must be a strange new characteristic of hers. |
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la de da . . . :P SPOILER!!: Ari xD Adrienne grinned. "You don't want to know how weird my experience getting them was," she said as William agreed that the pygmy puffs were cute. She still was quite entertained by the memory of that shopkeeper and his feigned interest in her shoes. Which was really one reason she wished she'd been able to really talk to Chloe, so she could tell her the story. But then, as she came back from her tiny mental tangent to hear his question, she blinked. "You're familiar with Dolce and Gabbana?," she asked, the faintest hint of incredulosity in her voice. "I mean, yes. It is. Actually, I gave her the name because I own a purple pair of Dolce and Gabbana heels," she explained, still a little bit shocked that the third year boy knew designers. Or, at least those two. But as he spoke about his own pygmy puff, she let her surprise fade a little as he withdrew another purple pygmy puff from his pocket. "Well, he needs a name," she said, feeling sympathy for the poor little nameless ball of fluff. "What comes to mind when you think about him?" Maybe she could help. She smiled again as his owl actually seemed to react to her greeting in his own way, reaching into her purse for an owl treat to appease Rochester as she felt him shift on the back of her seat. "That's true," she said as William replied to her apology for her owl's mood. "I felt like I needed to say something anyway." Then he had lapsed into silence, and she started petting Dolce idly as she wondered if she had said something weird or something. She didn't think she had, but it wasn't like she was really well-versed in how to talk to younger boys. But at least her comment about his tarantula seemed to bring him back. "Sure," she said as he asked if she wanted to see the tarantula. Just because she hadn't ever seen one before, and she had the faint idea that most people would expect her to completely spaz out if confronted by a big furry spider, didn't mean she wasn't going to gain the experience. Besides, then she could taunt Riley since she was fairly certain her brother wasn't one to have seen too many tarantulas either. Ha. As William's owl chose to go to sleep, and the tone of the conversation changed radically when Diagon Alley was brought up, Adrienne bit her lip before picking Dolce up again. "Someone died? That way?" Someone had used an Unforgiveable in the Leaky, and nobody had stopped all the students from running around? She was almost glad she hadn't known about that, since that would have made the last few days that much scarier if she had. Even though she knew she was nowhere near incapable when it came to magic, nobody could fight against that curse. And now she also had the curiosity about who had actually been hit. As William looked away uncomfortably, she felt her owl hop from the back of her set to her shoulder and took a hand away from the pygmy puff in her lap to stroke his feathers for a second. They needed to get onto a different topic, before the mood in the compartment got too depressed to stand. Thinking fast, she spoke again. "So, what do you think is going to happen this term? Are you looking forward to anything?" Okay, and that was probably the lamest thing she could come up with, but at least she'd tried. No one else had shown up to help, so it was up to her. |
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'Hi,' she said bluntly, dropping into the corner and moving so her legs were swung up on the seats and her head resting against the window. 'How was your home? Better than mine?' Oh yes, bitterness laced her voice, a first for the overly hyper Ravenclaw. 'They're fine. Si's still constantly crying, but he's starting to learn, and us girls couldn't be better, really.' Unless you count what we heard. She stared at Mina, trying to see whether she could note any differences from the last time she'd seen the girl. Not that she wanted to see any, even if there were. |
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Sorry, I am already 6+ hours ahead of US EST, but soon I will be 12 hours ahead. ^_^ SPOILER!!: That's a lot of text! "Hi Mariel! Nice to meet you!" Sammi smiled brightly at the older girl. She hoped that people wouldn't think she was a strange child, because the constant smile that was plastered on her face. "I would love to be in Ravenclaw! Nate wants me to be a Gryffie. But blue is my favorite color!" Although smiling, she noticed the slight awkwardness of Nate and Mariel's conversation. Deciding to shutup, Sammi turned to the window and stuck her face to it, ready to watch the passing scenery. |
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"I'd love to sit with you," she said. It really was good to see a friendly face. When he started to take her bags, she helped him. "Here, lemme help," she said, grasping for the handle. "They're heavy...books ya know?" She chuckled and followed Waren into a compartment. Her dad had told her that there was time when Slytherins and Hufflepuffs would never talk civally to one another. But every Snake she had met so far had been perfectly nice... She shrugged it off. |
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Warren was glad to put a happy smile on Lucilles face. ''Your not wrong about these bags'' he laughed. '' How much did you pack!? '' Warren introduced Lucille to Lucy, he had just met her and she wanted to sit with us. Warren took Lucilles bag into the compartment and put them up high with the rest of the bags. ''Here let me take that one, i dont want you hurting yourself'' he smiled. He cared for his friends, he put them first before anything. Even his hair and the way he looked! which he was suprised about. ''Would you girls like a chocolate frog?'' he asked. |
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