As she sipped on the milkshake (mmm, vanilla!), Georgie managed a smile towards Cadence. "That's a nice name. You must be the first Cadence I've meet in... forever." Then she shrugged and giggled. "Oh, hey! That almost rhymed. Almost. I guess," she then said suddenly as she heard her talk to milkshake boy.

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Originally Posted by Whitterz (Post 8989436) He was getting a good reception. YAY! Though the eagerness of the first girl almost scared him, as she almost knocked him over backwards into the hallway. But at least she liked milkshakes. The next one he gave to the girl who he thought was named Cadence. "Enjoy. I made them myself." He grinned and wondered if anyone else would want one. And now that his hands were a little less full.. He walked in and took a seat. Well, might as well now that he was nice and offered these people ice cream.

Deciding it was best to sit down since there were sooo many people already (but of COURSE. This was Georgie's compartment after all. Parties ensued. They did), she plopped down, smoothed out the front of her dress, and crossed her legs once more. "Thaaanks for the milkshake! I'm in dire need of sugar. Consider yourself my hero, sir," she said with a laugh.

Then she felt her attention switch abruptly. Yes, she was random like that.

"Mmm. What's Hogwarts like?" she asked in a dazed voice.

"Gahk!" Allison dropped her treats and looked up to see her perpetrator. To her relief it was Arya who looked as excited as Allison felt.

"It's just you! You gave me a scare!" Laughing Allison knelt and began picking up the sweets. "Arya I've sort of been guarding that compartment as for it not to be taken. Go hurry sit inside it!" Allison pointed at an empty compartment.

To Harmeh, Witterz and Dances_With_Potter (rearranging cuz I can)
 

"Mutiny!" Chaucer dug into the closest bag and grabbed the first things he found. "Prepare to be pelted, you bloody Jacobin!"
It wasn't long before a mess of ear-plugs flew through the air and landed, ineffectively, on and about Kellen's lap.
"... yes well... that was a warning shot. You know how sensitive my skin is; like the great paintings of the Rococo era, it's too fragile for it's own good!"

Smiling to himself, Sabel pulled his backpack off and slid down the wall to sit on the floor. He had to admit, they seemed like an interesting group and one in which something was always happening. Reaching out he scratched Merlin behind the ears, watching the students within the compartment as the cat purred loudly; perhaps this year would prove to be more than a dull haze.

"Its Damon thats my name" Damon said calmly. He once again had forgotten to say his name when introducing himself. He had to work on that when he was meeting people. "Did you have any sort of class that you liked last term?" Damon asked.

Rhea looked up and smiled at the person by the compartment door before even fully recognizing who it was. When she did she let out a soft "oh" then put her feet down.

"yeah it is Rhea. And you're Gabben. You can sit, plenty of room." she replied.

Tori nodded and replied,"Oh yeah, i loved defense against the darks arts, partly because i was so good at it and for some twisted reason i really liked potions. What about you?". She too settled into her seat and stared out the window.

Whilst perusing where to sit Art saw a girl he recognised. Oooh , legs strikes again. There is my Rhea. Hehe I haven't had fun in a train before. I wonder if she'll want to have a chat again. After all, its a long way to Hogwarts.

Beaming he walked over to her. "Hey there Veela"he gave her his cheshire grin. "See? I told you that I'd see you again" he winked.

After sipping her milkshake for another moment, Cadence turned her attention toward the girl's question. "Well, I'm probably not the best person to ask. I wasn't at Hogwarts very long my first year. My boyfriend was murdered by a ghosty type thing and then I went crazy. My grandparents sent me to St. Mungo's and got me a private tutor. So, I don't really know much about Hogwarts." She stared around at everyone in the compartment for moment and then said, "Sorry, I talk too much sometimes..." she trailed off awkwardly and went back to her milkshake.

"No you didn't" Raven said as she sighed slightly then took Kyan out of his cage and pet his feathers lightly as he flapped his wings slightly and she frowned then put him back in his cage before he tried to fly off; she didn't feel like running through the train trying to catch him. She took a chocolate frog from her bag and unwrapped it then took a bite, ah she definitely needed that to make her relax.

There were two things that were immediately obvious about Celandine as she made her way through the carriages, the first was that she'd obviously spent a lot of effort customising her Ravenclaw uniform to reflect her bouncy bubbly self and the second was that she had the knack for walking with the rhythm of the train. She'd always had trouble before but now, even in the impressively heeled mary jane shoes she wore, she just moved with the flow of things.

The stitching in her uniform had all been replaced with pink, her skirt, while it was the regulation length, somehow managed to appear shorter with some artful rolling techniques (not too short mind you, she was setting a good example these days), everything had been tailored artfully (probably expensively) and all her accessories matched either the Ravenclaw blue in her tie or the pink of her stitching. Even the soles of her shoes were coloured to match.

Uniform customisation was FUN.

She'd reverted a little, rediscovered some of the ribbons she and Daphne had bought one day, and instead of wearing it in her hair, she had the pink one tied around her wrist, a few pretty charms hanging from it.

WHERE were her people?

Cela waved and smiled as she passed occupied compartments, her prefect badge still in her pocket with a bulge of letters.

Arya laughed at her friends reaction, bending down to help her pick up all the candy she droped. She followed Allison into the compartment looking out the window and she put the food down before she let Perseus out of his cage. As she sat down the kitten explored the compartment before setling into Arya's lap."Isn't this amazing, I'm so glad to be here! I practically ran to find Noah when your mom told us the train was here." Arya giggled while looking out the window, petting Perseus. It felt like forever to get all her things together and get to the platform and now she was finally on her way to Hogwarts. Perseus, noticing Allison, hoped off of Arya's lap to see the girl he had seen once before.

He smiled at the girl as she sat down beside him and then laughed as she started to talk rapidly. It was cute that she was so bubbly and hyper. "I'm glad you like it. I'm Torin and I'm a Hufflepuff too." It was great meeting more Hufflepuffs. "I can always show you around the castle since you are new. I'm Prefect, so I can help you if you ever need it.'


Okay, he officially loved this girl.

He laughed harder as she called him her hero. "My pleasure, ma'am. I know what it's like needing sugar fixes." Not that he was ever as insane as she was.

And now talk of Hogwarts. YAY! "It's amazing. There are so many places to go and it's huge. The teachers are cool too. Though there have been a few Staff changes now." He frowned as he remembered the end of Term feast. "And something dramatic seems to happen every Term or something."

Hmm. This girl seemed to not want a milkshake. Gasp.

But he would still be nice to her. Because she seemed nice and he was nice to nice people. "well, I can save it if you change your mind. Make it so it can't melt." And if she didn't want it still.. well, more for the sugar addict.

Rhea again turned at the sound of a familiar voice. Different thoughts thoughts and emotions raced through her mind. Then she remembered their last chat and grinned.

"I thought we already proved that I wasn't a Veela."

She said grinning. She pat the seat directly in front of her for him to sit. This ride back to Hogwarts was definitely going to be interesting.

"So I suppose I can take it that you're a niffler of your word?" she asked smirking.

It wasn't every day Georgie could find someone as noisy as she was on a normal day. That was why she missed her posse terribly, but hey, sacrifices had to be made to be with Hugo. Besides, it was just for one year.

"Helloooo, Dee! And you're weeelcome!" She couldn't help but giggle at that. No, there was no such thing as too much giggling. Rawr!

She sipped on her milkshake, which was about three fourths consumed, and she was certain that this last sip would finish it aaall up.

SIIIIIP. Yep, she was right. Tipping the glass upside down, the straw fell out, lifeless and purposeless, and there wasn't even a drop of shake left. What could she say, she had a great, great need for sweets. And she wasn't passing up a single drop. Literally.

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Originally Posted by Dances_With_Potter (Post 8989521) After sipping her milkshake for another moment, Cadence turned her attention toward the girl's question. "Well, I'm probably not the best person to ask. I wasn't at Hogwarts very long my first year. My boyfriend was murdered by a ghosty type thing and then I went crazy. My grandparents sent me to St. Mungo's and got me a private tutor. So, I don't really know much about Hogwarts." She stared around at everyone in the compartment for moment and then said, "Sorry, I talk too much sometimes..." she trailed off awkwardly and went back to her milkshake.

Georgie then paused as Cadence spoke. Actually, she totally spaced out. Her mouth even popped open a little bit. The story she head was a bit... too much perhaps? But she wouldn't say anything. No sir. She would be nice. Especially, since, the girl seemed to have a, um, condition?

"I see..." she said, tilting her head to one side slowly, blinking several times, then snapping out of her reverie.

She clapped her hands together. "Well then! How long do these train rides last? I'm eager to get to Hogwarts. I'm only staying a term. And, do any of you happen to know a Hugo Woods?" She was directing her last question particularly to milkshake boy. She didn't exactly expect the girls to answer, because then there would be trouble. But that was situational.

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Originally Posted by Celandine (Post 8989530) There were two things that were immediately obvious about Celandine as she made her way through the carriages, the first was that she'd obviously spent a lot of effort customising her Ravenclaw uniform to reflect her bouncy bubbly self and the second was that she had the knack for walking with the rhythm of the train. She'd always had trouble before but now, even in the impressively heeled mary jane shoes she wore, she just moved with the flow of things. The stitching in her uniform had all been replaced with pink, her skirt, while it was the regulation length, somehow managed to appear shorter with some artful rolling techniques (not too short mind you, she was setting a good example these days), everything had been tailored artfully (probably expensively) and all her accessories matched either the Ravenclaw blue in her tie or the pink of her stitching. Even the soles of her shoes were coloured to match. Uniform customisation was FUN. She'd reverted a little, rediscovered some of the ribbons she and Daphne had bought one day, and instead of wearing it in her hair, she had the pink one tied around her wrist, a few pretty charms hanging from it. WHERE were her people? Cela waved and smiled as she passed occupied compartments, her prefect badge still in her pocket with a bulge of letters.

Georgie then glanced outside the door, and noticed pink. PINK! Georgie lived for pink. Especially pink and white. Mraaawr.

She waved at the prefect as she passed, and stood up, flaunting her own pink frock. "I like iiit," she mouthed, pointing at the girl's dress, and grinned. Well, she did! There was never too much pink. No such thing. Nope.

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Originally Posted by Whitterz (Post 8989546) Okay, he officially loved this girl. He laughed harder as she called him her hero. "My pleasure, ma'am. I know what it's like needing sugar fixes." Not that he was ever as insane as she was. And now talk of Hogwarts. YAY! "It's amazing. There are so many places to go and it's huge. The teachers are cool too. Though there have been a few Staff changes now." He frowned as he remembered the end of Term feast. "And something dramatic seems to happen every Term or something."

Once again, Georgie's curiosity piqued and grinned at the boy. It hadn't fully settled in her that she was with a boy, who just offered her a milkshake. And she was still in the evaluation process whether he was cute enough to flirt with or not. She was leaning a biiit to the yes.

"You dooo?" She cooed, marveling at the idea that the boy liked sugar fixes as well. Yaaay! "Heehee. And you can call me Georgie." Ma'am? She always preferred Miss, but Ma'am was okay, too. Pfff.

And Hogwarts talk! "Ooh oooh! It sounds ever so lovely," she giggled, unconsciously tossing her glass to one side and shuffling just a little closer to the boy. She clapped her hands together again, and grinned. "I can't wait. I mean, I've already met the three of you, and you all seem nice. And and and! I feel excited!" But she always felt excited. HEEHEE.

Kellen watched the earplugs land in his lap. Wow. Just... just wow. Considering Chaucer could reach out and pat Kellen's cheek they were so close, that had to be the worst throw in the history of the Wizarding World.
But it was Chaucer, so commenting on it (or how skin sensitivity had nothing to do with being able to throw) would do nothing. Instead he sighed, "Do we have to do the Rococo thing again?"

Kellen stared at her. He glanced at Chaucer, hoping to see a reaction, but didn't wait for it before looking back at her. Finally he gave Chaucer's ribs an extra rub with his knee and grinned at her, "Not to worry, I'm frequently attacked by earplugs and I'm still alive to tell the tale."

Laughing Allison settled into the compartment only to spring up again. Running towards the compartment's windows she looked outside and saw her mother waving back excitedly.

"My mum is saying to.." Allison couldn't make our the words.

Mrs. Scott was practically jumping up and side to side trying to get Allison to lower the compartment windows. Finally catching the drift Allison mumbled about how weird her mum was.

"Got it." Allison murmured. "HI MUM! HIIII!" Waving excitedly Allison felt a stare and turned to see Perseus looking at her. Grinning she picked him up and nuzzled the kitten's neck, "Aren't you the cutest fellow? Look mum it's Perseus!"

Allison's mother simply covered her mouth and began to cry. Her baby was leaving her for an entire school year. It had seemed only the day before that Allison had been born. Taking out her wand, Mrs. Scott conjured a tissue to wipe at her tears.

"Oh mum! Dun cry!" Allison began to wipe at her own.

Laughing Mrs. Scott finished wiping her tears and smiled at Allison. Shaking the tissue it became a white butterfly that flew towards Allison and landed on Perseus nose.

"Arya take care of my Allison! And don't get into too much trouble girls! And if you do get into trouble...make sure to invite me!"

"Personally I did not really have a favorite class. but either way each one them was good." Damon was really going to make an effort to make classes a priority as much as was possible. It was getting very loud in the train and Damon was ready to cover his ears.

Cadence blushed and smiled as Torin laughed at her. "It's lovely to meet you Torin. That's a very interesting name. And thank you for the offer of the tour. I might need it. I'm not exactly new, but I might need a refresher." She smiled as she continued to sip her milkshake. For some reason, she couldn't make eye contact with Torin...

Neptune had been told to STOP??? By Raiden? Stop? As in, to cease?

TRAGEDY.

She hmphed down into her seat, crossed her arms over her little blue sweater, and POUTED. She'd just been showing the gift HE'D gotten her... Her little chin tucked all the way down to her chest as the sulking deepened.

Art gave her his customary grin ,"And I thought I proved just how much I like Veela."he winked.

"Absolutely, my dear. Art 'the niffler' Koizumi always keeps his word. " Art returned her smirk. Ah, this will be a fun train ride.

"No, I don't suppose we-OW!" Chaucer gave Kellen's knee a proper shove this time and forced it away from his chest. "Blast you to bits, you browbeater. I don't know why you insist on beating me into a beta-position, but honestly I'm... you know what? I am above this. Truly." Chaucer returned to his bag once more and pulled out a book labelled "Book of the Courtier" by Castiglione and, pulling free a pressed-flower bookmark, began to read.

He secretly regretted not bringing his GameBoy.

Sabel blinked at Stern, a smile pressing onto his lips. "Tricky little things they are, aren't they? Never quite know when they are going to appear or in what multitudes."

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"Mutiny!" Chaucer dug into the closest bag and grabbed the first things he found. "Prepare to be pelted, you bloody Jacobin!" It wasn't long before a mess of ear-plugs flew through the air and landed, ineffectively, on and about Kellen's lap. "... yes well... that was a warning shot. You know how sensitive my skin is; like the great paintings of the Rococo era, it's too fragile for it's own good!"

He frowned a little, tilting his head at Stern's cousin, Chaucer. "Speaking of which. How did you find so many ear plugs?"