Chace gave a look of disgust. People that did that just had no respect. Sure he knew there were some people out there that looked too much into simple actions, and were stupid for trying to make something serious with someone that wasn't interested with having something serious. Chace didn't really know Abby's friend Nora, so he couldn't say, but there were definitely some guys and girls out there that liked to lead people on when they shouldn't.

Chace nodded. Reid was a nice guy. "Yeah, he would never do something intentionally to hurt me. Plus I can't really fault him for going after a girl that I once crushed on when I was seven." Chace understood it was crappy to go after a girl your friend was interested in, but with crushes when you were young that was a little bit different. At the comment about being in contact with any of his ex-girlfriends Chace shook his head. "Not really...I mean I would run into them time from time when I was in New York since we went to the same places and hung with the same crowds, but I never have gone out of my way to talk to them. Both my relationships ended pretty humbly for the most part. Well...I did the breaking up but they understood my reasons." Maybe not at first, but eventually they did and then it was just old news. "Honestly my relationships never really got so deep and intimate that it was heart-crushing or ugly. It was just bitter for a little while then we both just kind of forgot." Chace preferred that to messy ones that lingered for a while. He'd consoled friends that had gone through that, and from that he knew it was definitely something that he never wanted. "Do you keep in contact with any of yours?" Chace asked.

Chace kissed Abby back, wrapping his arms around her waist as he did so. As she moved closer Chace hugged her a little tighter. "I know...and I'll open up about it. Well I'll try to anyway," Chace said with a small smile. "Sharing my feelings about those kinds of situations has never really been my forte." To Chace it made him vulnerable and he hated being vulnerable. Chace laughed lightly. "Your kisses will always make me feel better," Chace said as he leaned his forehead against hers.

Chace grinned at her. "Well I assure you if I could blush, I would be blushing all the time too." And it's true. He probably would be. After all the more and more he was with Abby the more and more he was getting the impression that all this was new for Abby too. For some reason it made Chace feel a little less...dorky and stupid for feeling that way. Especially since they were both so similar in personality and mindset.

Chace couldn't help but close his eyes in mild frustration as a small child, obviously a first year, approached them with the same flyer that that weird girl had approached them with earlier. He listened with closed eyes as Abby spoke, letting a bit of air out through his nostrils to try and calm himself. Was this girl seriously now making first years hand out flyers for this stupid bat that she took the time to name? Chace understood it was frustrating to lose stuff but come on. This was getting ridiculous. "Well as we told her before we haven't seen her stupid bat. And sorry kid that she's making you go around and bother people that she's already asked." If it was honestly so important to her that she named it and was making people hand out the same flyers she was handing out, then how did she lose it in the first place? Keep better track of your stuff chick.

Riiiight. Like if Phabian was the type to leave any evidence behind. Everything he worked on was at the manor. He wasn't the type to go around and risk leaving traces behind. What kind of Slytherin would he be? A failure...just like the red head. "Good luck with that," he said, examing his wand, nonchalantly. "Not even my wife could pin anything on me," and she lived with him. See, Phabian was a clever man.

Oh. He didn't just go there. Phabian stopped examining his wand and held it tight, so tight his knuckles turned white. "If you're implying something, Quinn, you better watch yourself," he said, as anger stirred in him. No one was allowed to address that part of his life. No one! "I've always been there for my son," he turned to Kennedy, "and he knows it. I'm pretty sure my little brother has informed him that much." And because Xavier told him he knew because their mother had told him. There were no secrets in the family.

A smirk spread across his face when he heard Ciara. He was wondering when he'd see her. The smirk only grew when he felt her wand at his back. She'd need to remember that her son was standing right in front of him in case she tried anything funny. "It's about time you joined us, Darling," he said, mockingly. Then she brought up the past. "Out of those thirty six years you haven't known me for the last seventeen," he sneered. "I'm not the same Phabian you used to know, so if I were you I'd lower my wand." She'd do it if she was clever enough.

Then he cackled loudly. "Maybe your friends should meet my friends. I'm pretty sure my niece and your son are familiar with Tenglara," he said, nodding at the man across the station. They would remember him since he was one of the attackers, though, they wouldn't recognize the rest. He wasn't an idiot to come alone, especially with his daughter.

Beverly had been watching kids walk back an forth, but heard nothing. Her daddy had told her it was to protect her hearing since King's Cross could get noisy because of the train and she blindly believed him.

Then something creepy happened. Out of nowhere a woman stood behind her daddy and since she was REALLY close to him she saw the wand. Was that woman poking HER daddy or what? "Why are you poking my daddy with your wand?" she said, a bit too loudly since she couldn't hear herself. She should watch it, 'cause she'd hit her with her purse.

Kennedy just stared at his father as he confirmed all that his godfather had told him. So it was true that he's always been there looking out for him. This placed Kennedy in a tough situation. He's always craved for the attention of a father and now that he got it, it was after he tried killing his friend. Kennedy didn't even know what to think anymore.

His eyes widened in slight surprise when Ciara all of the sudden appeared behind his father and...what? Friends? Kennedy glanced around and when he spotted Tenglara he flicked his wrist and automatically his wand was in his hand. Then Beverly spoke and...Ciara was pointing her wand at his father.

Kennedy took a step closer, ignoring Yvonne as she tried to pull him back. "You better not do anything to him," he told her. It was like he was on autopilot. His brain was telling him to get Beverly out of line of fire, but his gut? Heart? Whatever, told him he still wanted his father alive.

It was just all so confusing.

"Thanks," Cardigan said with a smile. At least SOMEONE thought her name was cool. Most people thought it was weird. That kinda hurted her. But she got over it soon enough! Once, someone had tripped up and called her Jacket by mistake. She got a real laugh out of it! The snake was like that for a lot of things, really. Being too serious all the time made her tired and exhausted. It was too much work!

"I'm going into my third year. What about you? You must be in your first or second year, right?" She asked. Well duh. Of course Ari was in one of the two. She had specifically said that she was younger than her. Common sense Cardigan!! She really needed to use it more. Sometimes, she asked about the most obvious things! Maybe it was better to be more serious and thoughtful. Maybe...

Dylan fiddled with the remaining flyers in his hand as he waited for the girl to look over the one she had, he then looked at her as she said that she would keep an eye out for it.. and a smile. Well this girl seemed nice as she asked him what had happened earlier "Well me and my friends we are new here, and we made the mistake of letting our cats out of their carriers" that was one big mistake.. cause they were handing out flyers cause of it but then again they'd had fun "And so the cats pounced on an owl in his cage, cage opens up, owl flys to the top of the train engine and the cats go after him up the train" something they hadnt expected to happen but oh well "So we climbed the train after our cats to save them, and our friend who owns the owl also followed us up there. So anyways... we get our pets down and we come down with them" man that had been so much fun that he wanted to do it again.. climb the train "Next thing we know we are being told to put our pets into their carriers and hand out these flyers" which was boring to do walk up and down the platform.. but then he was getting to meet people as well. But more than anything he wanted to have fun!



Dylan looked at the guy as his girlfriend or whoever she was finished talking.. cause next he was talking to Dylan. This guy had told her before "Wait a minute.. she has already asked people about this.. this.. this bat of hers? Then there isnt no need for these flyers since she has already asked people. " that girl was something else.. asking people and getting them give them flyers to those same people.. no wonder they all looked fustrated and irritated.. cause they had already told her and here he was doing the same. "Yeah.. yeah.. if I.. we had known.. we would have flat out refused to hand out these.. these flyers. So no need for me to hand out anymore.. might as well go and stick them all somewhere" yeah like walls, pillars.. maybe even.. dare he say it... a rubbish bin! Yeah he said it! put them into bins! "Thanks any way, my name is Dylan by the way" he told him just as an FYI thing for this older guy.. Dylan was a little upset at the truth that he had been told. At least hanging them up places would be quicker than trying to find people that had no flyers, AND he would get to hang out with Alexa and Ariella again.

Beverly's voice had reached Aurora... wands were out... oh Merlin... She peeked around the pillar and immediately ducked back, flattening herself against it and breathing kind of heavily. Why on earth was her mother here? And was she helping? Seriously, Aurora had such conflicted opinions on her mother right now it was crazy. Hmm... they probably knew she was here by now. She removed her jacket and chucked it on top of her trunk, then she let her hair out of the bobble - urgh, why did he have to choose such a dark brown..? - and plaited it messily. Okay... she waited until a bunch of girls walked past and tagged on the end, moving with them and hiding behind a different pillar. See? Sneaky.

"Your wife doesn't have a team of detectives to hand." And Krys did. In fact, two teams if he got his father involved. And he worked at the ministry so he could muster up a search warrant if necessary. "I think you'll find I'm watching myself already, Wayne." Why else would he have his wand out? He was watching the other's as well, he was ready this time. "Clearly you're the perfect father." His voice was practically icy with sarcasm.

And then... his mother. What on Earth... "Mother." he said flatly, wanted to yell and scream at her and curse her for being such a useless and dangerous parent. But she seemed on their side right now... and that was what was important. He could deal with her later...

Tenglara. Krys recognised him... but why hadn't he noticed earlier. "There should be stronger enchantments on this place." he muttered to himself, his keen eyes suddenly re-evaluating everything in sight. Anyone who looked even the slightest bit out of place, anyone without children, anyone who looked even slightly in their direction was registered on his inner radar, and he was balanced on the balls of his feet.

Darling. "As much of a smarmy git as ever, I see." she said coldly. She sniggered at his comment. "Oh Phabian, it's adorable how you think I haven't changed." Ha. She had a lot more up her sleeve than he thought.

"Well you see, sweetie, your daddy has been putting my children in life threatening danger." she said to the girl in a sickly tone. "And that's just something nobody is allowed to do." And as she patted the girl on the head she slipped something tiny into her bag inconspicuously. Honestly, if anyone had seen that she'd... well she would have to do something about it. Hehe.

"Don't be a fool, boy." Ciara hissed at Kennedy, then she lowered her wand from Phabian's back and took a small pipette from her pocket. He'd seen this before... when he was fourteen. Maybe he'd recognise it.

"You have twelve and a half minutes to find it's counterpart." By which time the kids would be on the train. "Good luck." And with that, she turned and left the platform...

Ronnie listened as he explained everything. She chuckled. That sounded like a BLAST! "I wish I could of gotten to join in!" she said with a giggle. Ronnie would have made it even more fun! She grinned, glancing at the train. She'd never been on top of a train before, and now that she thought about it, it'd be real fun to do!

"I'm Ronnie by the way." she said, turning back to the boy. She stuck her hand out towards him to shake.

Dylan looked at this girl as she laughed a little.. she actually laughed? His eyes then went wide as she said that she wished she could have joined them.. this girl was cool! she was like him! she wanted to climb the train too! Out of the others that he had talked to this was the only one that saw the fun in climbing the train "It was awesome! I wanna do it again.. but then.. I would be punished again so.. maybe not such a good idea" he said a little unhappily, but he saw that she seemed to be interested in the train before turning back to him

He then looked at her as she stuck her hand out for him to shake, he looked at the girl and then he shook her hand "Im Dylan Jacobs, but you can call me DJ if you want" yeah he was going to introduce himself like that it was his name he could say whatever he wanted in terms of his introduction.

"Your welcome!" Ari said with a kind smile, even though this girl was a bit older than her she was really nice, and they seemed to be getting along pretty well...

"Yup! I'm going to be a first year! I'm really excited!" the young girl's eyes lit up, "Is Hogwarts really as great as everyone says?"

Ariella pushed some hair out of her eyes and stared playing with the hem of her sweater. Sometimes, her father says she get a bit too...enthusiastic when it comes to talking about the wizarding school, and she didn't want to be all up in this girl's face about it either...

Ronnie frowned. That was too bad. "I'm sorry about that...maybe another time, eh?" she said with a wink. It'd totally be worth it! Well, to her, anyway.

"Nice to meet you, Dylan!" she said laughing. Hmm. Dylan. Made her think of dill pickles. And Ronnie really liked dill pickles...and that seemed like an AWESOME nickname to call him. "Can I call you Dill Pickle...?" she asked with a smirk. She always had to have a nickname for someone, and Dill Pickle was a pretty good one to her!

"You should be excited!!" Cardigan said, beaming. It was an UH-MAZING school!! She hadn't learned better anywhere else. At her old muggle school, she drifted off and fell asleep a lot, resulting in horrible grades. It was really boring. And it wasn't a magical castle. Not even close! There were few magical castle schools in the world. She was a lucky duck to be able to go to one. Somehow, it was just way more fun to learn there.

"It's amazing! Even better than everyone's said! Everything about it's amazing! You'd be lucky to be in any house, just so you know. They're all fun. You should also try out for the Quidditch team! Odds are you'll make it! I was on Slyrherin's Quidditch team in my first year. That's what house I'm in. I took a break last year but I'm gonna try again this year. Ooh! And also, you don't have to sit at your houses table at lunch, dinner, and breakfast really. They 'encourage inter-house mingling'. I would tell you more, but it would be more fun to find out for yourself," She said with a nod. She had said quite too much already. WAY too much. Cardigan got carried away sometimes when she was asked about things she loved. It was kind of a habit.

Amelia sighed as no one replied to her. Either no one heard, or Ness was on the other side of the platform. If only there weren't so many people around.

Just as she got ready to move along to the South side, a familiar voice came to her and a familiar person was standing right there by the stroller. "Of course I came!" Hugging the girl tight, Amelia gave a little giggle. "And Issy wanted to say bye too. But then fell asleep..." Probably for the best really.

"I just bought this the other day and it is purple. We both love purple... and this is an occasion to look nice because it's the last time you see her until Christmas holidays." Pout.

Oooh, detectives! He was so scared. NOT. Phabian just laughed darkly and shook his head. The kid didn't know what he was getting himself into and if he kept criticizing him as a father then he wouldn't hold back. Unfortunately, he wouldn't try that infront of Beverly. "Clearly," he said, although, he recognized Quinn's sarcasm. At least his son was starting off successful, not like others who raised a bunch of red headed brats.

Phabian raised an eyebrow at Ciara. "Of course, somethings don't change, though, I never mentioned you changing," he said and he really didn't care. "But now that I think of it, you were better back then." A pity, really. Even if she was annoying sometimes, she was better back then.

He laughed again. Beverly couldn't here anything, but his laughter died when Ciara patted his daughter's head and lifted her in his arms, sending Ciara his darkest glare. "Touch her again and lose and arm." He wasn't kidding.

Phabian glanced over at Kennedy and something in the very deep crevices of his chest stirred. He wasn't sure what it was, but a new kind of pride rose up when HIS son defended him, not that he needed it. "My son is no fool. If I were you I'd be looking after that young daughter of yours." Oh yes. Kennedy wasn't good at blocking memories from his mind and this gave Phabian freedom to roam it as legilimens. "She's going to end up worse than your son." And he said that bit just to spite her.

Twelve minutes? Phabian eyed her strangely, but she was gone the next second. That sounded familiar...too familiar.

Beverly glared at the lady after her daddy picked her up. Why was she touching HER?! She ran her hand over her head as if fixing her hair. Pffft. "What?!" she said/yelled. She still couldn't hear ANYTHING!

She just wanted to go home now. *pout*

Kennedy glared at Ciara, his wand still tight in his grasp and his anger bubbling up again. If she'd kept her mouth shut, none of this would be happening right now. He'd be off looking for Sierra instead of feeling conflicted about his father.

Then his father defended him, only making it much worse. He ran his hand through his hair and turned away. He just needed to get away.

He had been watching from the shadows as his brother rambled on and on. If it had been Hector, he would have sent Tenglara after the girl, blasted his niece's fiance and had his friends take care of Ciara.

Hector rolled his eyes at Ciara's stupid move and after she left decided to step out into the open. He non-verbally summoned Beverly's purse and frowned at her complaining. "You should be more careful, Phabian," he said with a bored tone to his voice. He then waved his wand and vanished the purse to Merlin knows where.

Oh, the atmosphere was so tense. Hector would have preferred to be at his lab with a firewhikey instead of here, but Phabian needed looking after. Besides, no one was allowed to harm his younger brothers, only him. So, he decided to make small talk. Yeah, he didn't care if everyone was all "wand at the ready".

His green eyes searched for the boy. Ah, there he was. His new Head Boy nephew. "Congrats on the badge, you make the family proud," he winked and then rolled his eyes at Phabian. Yeah, he was meaning Kennedy was better than Phabian, heh.

Hector turned his gaze toward Yvonne, "Lovely to see you, dear," he nodded. Always lovely to see Xavier's 'perfect' children. His were better, just saying. Then he turned to whom he guess was the fiance, who else would it be? "So you're marrying my niece? Treat her right or lose a leg." And in case he hasn't figured, the Jones Brothers like threatening to blast limbs off, even the saint of a little brother they had, Xavier. Then he was done with greetings. Hector McCoy didn't delve in them nor like them.

This boy was so.. hyper

He seemed very excited to meet his fellow house mate. Was he new to Hogwarts? No, of course. Because he said that he ever saw him around school before. Gary tried not to chuckle in front of Daichi because he acted so silly.. and funny too.

"You want to be my friend?"

Okay, he couldn't resist it. The blonde guy chuckled suddenly. Oooops.. "Well.." he stopped chuckling and started to talk again. "That's okay." said him cool when Daichi squeezed his hand firmly. Weird boy. Well, he wasn't too weird actually. But he admitted that boy was quite hyper. Yes.

Talking about fifth year.. it couldn't be separated from the scary exam called O.W.L. and he wasn't too satisfied about his O.W.L last term. Huh. Wait.. did he just want to know about that? Actually the blonde guy didn't want to tell him.. Because he didn't want to scare the enthusiast-hyper-soon-to-be-fifth-year student. "OWLS are.." he scratched his chin, thinking what words that could describe OWLs "..hectic."

At least, "hectic" word didn't make him scare, right?

Dylan saw her frown and knew why.. it was bad how they couldnt climb the train.. but he smiled anyways as she winked at him and he nodded "Yeah maybe" he would always be up for climbing the train again, only this time he would have to make sure that he didnt get caught

"Nice to meet you too Ronnie" he smiled as she laughed. This girl.. Ronnie seemed like a fun girl, maybe she could be another one to have fun with. He then looked at her in surprise no-one had asked him something like that before.. usually they just called him DJ or Dylan but never asked if they could call him something else "Dill Pickle.. ?" he tried it out.. and thought about.. oh why not "Yeah I guess you can either that or Dylan or DJ will be fine, though I dont know why you would want to call me Dill Pickle" he wondered out loud still trying to understand the reasoning behind his new nickname.

The moment she saw him cringe when she said his nickname outloud, she was positive at that point that it was Gideon. Violet then seemed a little embarrassed when Gideon had noticed her very upset distraught look and knew that she couldn't try and act like there was nothing wrong. So she awkwardly played with her hair a little bit before saying slowly,"Well...I just realized something...."

She pouted her lower lip saying,"This is your last time going back to Hogwarts.." Violet then suddenly wrapped her arms around him, saying frantically,"I am NOT happy about this Mr. Gert! It makes me very upset and distraught that I will not be seeing you next year! It breaks my heart! This is not alright!"

Ronnie laughed at his confusion about her calling him that. "I dunno, really...I guess just the name Dylan sounds like 'Dill' for short or something, and then the word 'Dill' makes me think of Dill Pickles." she said laughing. Gee, when she explained it like that, she sounded like a crazy person!

She didn't understand why the occasional older kid had to be so intimidating and use such...odd ways of trying to gain control of the situation but she didn't like it. The creeper bat girl had been all for hitting...she didn't know that they were allowed to hit the younger ones...

When they boy spoke up she nearly sighed in relief. "Thank you!" she couldn't emphasize her gratitude enough for him saying that there would be no hitting...that really made things better.

"Hopefully she listens to you because I don't think I did anything slap worthy." She said, eyeing the redhead momentarily, hoping she got the point. Violence was never the answer unless she was the one resorting to it and seeing as these kids could all have easily taken her--especially scary bat girl she was sure that this situation could do well without it.

Then he said there would be no tying up either. She couldn't help but smile. This guy seemed to be saying all the right things to get her out of the kind of punishment that only deranged people thought up.

Now that everyone had dispersed, Kurumi felt that she could breathe a little easier. Merlin what a way to start off the term, huh?

Tugging on her hair absently for a moment, she turned her violet gaze to meet the new girl when she spoke again. What was her name? Gwenivere? Kurumi should probably have introduced herself by now anyway, seeing as they had been standing next to each other for quite some time now talking, but first things first. "As tempting as that idea sounds..." she said with a small laugh. OH! Hey! Kurumi had actually managed to catch on to sarcasm this time. She was joking, right?

Only she never finished her sentence because Selina was back on the hitting idea. "Selina...you do that and I'll never bake you red velvet cookies again." There. Done. Hopefully. Selina was sort of insane right now, more so than usual, so it was hard to tell.

And then Selina was back on the Beater's bat...and all Kurumi could muster right now was a muffled sigh and a slight eyeroll in Gideon's direction. And Lewis thought Kurumi's obsession with dragons was a bit intense and potentially unhealthy?

Better back then..? Ciara smirked, "Of course, you think everyone's better when they like you." And she laughed, though there was no emotion in it - the grin on her face was more of a snarl. "Rest assured, Phabian, that every man in this station, including your... friends... is a better man than you. Even the Hufflepuffs..." She added with a single raised eyebrow. And the women were better still, obviously.

Lose an arm? "Well isn't that sweet? And yet you think you can go around attacking my children." Fool. Nobody messes with the Quinn's and gets away with it. "By the time I'm done, Phabian, you'll wish losing an arm was the worst that could have happened, and you don't seem to have counted on the rest of the family." Nope. Caroline was here, watching. The most dangerous of the Stewart family - because she had no concept of what was wrong, or the law, and absolutely no morals. And the only people she cared for were people she was related to. In fact every member of the family was watching in some way, even Audric's brother had insisted on coming to see Aurora off, it seemed. In fact she'd be surprised if her husband wasn't here too...

Not a fool? "Unlike his father, then." she said with a smirk. And then he talked about Aurora. Honestly, he should stop mentioning her children. "She's sneakier than you give her credit for." Yes, Ciara was incredibly proud of her daughter. After all, she was the only one who had noticed the girl move - but she knew her daughter better than herself, and the other's didn't even recognise the way she moved. Seriously, he had to keep going on about her children? "Well, my son never ran away from home." she said coldly.

She shot one last look at Kennedy, "Learn occlumency." And she was gone.


What the hell was going on? Seriously the man was an idiot... Krys recognised the glint in his mother's eye... and his first instinct was to grab Yvonne and Kennedy, find Aurora, and leave before something exploded. But this time it was different, her voice was steadier... her glare harsher, and her entire body screamed 'rage' more than he had ever seen before. He eyed the pipette that his mother had handed to Phabian.

"You might want to keep that. I doubt she'll be giving you the stabiliser next time." he said flatly, raising an eyebrow ever-so-slightly. Yes, he'd seen this a million times before... it was one of his mother's favourites. He would have felt a little pride in her confusing Phabian, except he knew his mother, and when Beverly's bag disappeared he knew where she'd put it. Why couldn't they stop using children for this?!

And then someone else joined them. Yes, the man had been on Krys' radar, and now he was within the circle of his close attention... Part of him wouldn't believe that his soon-to-be father-in-law was a part of this family... but then he remembered the look in his eyes when they'd been attacked... Merlin, brothers are never too different.

"I intend to treat her a damn sight better than her family have done recently, I assume you heard what happened." he sneered to Hector, before turning to glare at Phabian. "How much collateral damage do you really think you can deal with?" The train would be here in a minute, and then at least Aurora and Kennedy would be safe. And Kryspin was livid. "You know it was aimed for your son, right?" And Yvonne had blocked him...

Ella thought about this, a small frown on her face. "Well...if you didn't stop him I guess...that has to mean something, yeah?" The small blonde had only ever kissed one boy so she wasn't exactly an expert on the subject or anything. What she DID know is that if she didn't want to be kissed, she wouldn't let someone continue doing it. Laura clearly kind of liked that Lucas kid...which made Ella feel incredibly bad for Oakey. "It's okay, Laura...it'll be okay." She said reassuringly, though she wasn't sure how okay things would be. She gave her friend a squeeze, hoping the hug would help.

And then a small boy was coming over to them with a paper. Hm. Ella looked at him curiously, wondering what it was that he was handing out.


She smiled at the younger boy, accepting the flyer from him and eyeing it carefully. So someone had lost their beater's bat? EEP! Ella knew how special that could be, her being a Quidditch player. "Hi. Thanks for this." She said, holding up the flyer. "We'll let her know if we see it." She added with a small smile, realizing Laura probably didn't want the added company while she was crying.



So Nate's summer had been good, this made Ella smile. It was always good to hear that housemates had a good term break. "So you guys live together, then? That's nice." But it WAS a little strange that Nate didn't know how Juliette's summer had been. "Easy? Easy can be good. It's always nice to relax and stuff." At least Ella thought so. "Yeah, I can't wait to get back...and for Quidditch season to start."

And then another little girl, who looked like she was probably a first year, bumped into Nate and then told him to O___O Ohhhh. That wasn't very nice. Ella frowned at the girl but let Nate do the talking. It was him she had been rude to, after all.

Okay, if one more person told Selina that she was NOT ALLOWED to do something she was going to explode. Everyone on this bloody platform would agree that this first years were being one-hundred percent insane. So if they kept it up what was the harm in a little violence. In fact, violence in moderation built character and these kids seemed like they needed some character kicked into them. Alas, there would be no Mortimer this time around to help assist her in the process. Good ol' faithful was stolen from her.

But she did seem to hear what Kurumi had threatened when the violence continued to float in the conversation. No red velvet cookies? The color nearly drained from the girl's entire face. Those were the most delicious cookies that Merlin had ever put on this good earth. What had she done to deserve such a sever and harsh punishment. Her blue eyes shot open in shock as she attempted to reason with her extremiest best friend, "N-no cookies? What kind of inhuman person are you? I haven't done ANYTHING to spurn such hatred from you." This was the straw that broke the camels back. First Mortimer, now this. The redhead was in serious need of a tissue.

Her piercing blue eyes were slightly kissed with tears when Genevieve spoke again. Puling herself and her emotions together to the best of her ability, she digested the idea of a reward. That was actually a brilliant idea. Most people did not respond to fear beyond just getting afraid- although Selina was very touched by the compliment that Genevieve payed her about the chimera- so an award would give people a push. The more that she thought about this whole idea, the more that she was starting to truly entertain it as a reality.

She wiped her ear and looked expectantly at the older student, "You, erm, really think that the whole reward thing would work?" Then she turned around and looked at Gideon and Kurumi, "I like her. She's rational. This is a woman who KNOWS how to find a beater bat." Which was such a hard skill to come by these days.

Ari sat and stared at Cardigan in awe as she explained in detail a few things that she would experience. She was just so excited she was bouncing a bit in her seat , better stop that. Oh, it just all sounded so wonderful!

"I was thinking about Quidditch, but maybe if I waited a year to try out because everyone would be better than I since I'm only just a first year..." She had thought over quidditch with Alexa sometime ago at the fountain and both had thought it would be a lot to juggle, school work and quidditch, and only in their first year!

She was quite happy to hear that you could sit with other at other table, "Well thats quite nice! That way if your sorted into a different house than your friends you can still be with them..."

As Ariella trailed off from her previous sentence, another though popped into her head, "Hey Cardigan...were you at Hogwarts when that time theif was there, I read about it in the newspaper..." Ari had been quite curious about the whole subject for quite sometime now.

Beamm!

It was so nice to see Mia, and Issy too even if she was sleeping. "I'm glad you did, I was looking forward to seeing you." Mia was just amazing, and she really meant a lot to Ness at times she even thought of her as the mother she never had. Giggling Nessie looked back at her sleeping goddaughter. Asleep she still was. "I'm happy even just to get to see her like this, in fact I think she's adorable sleeping." Or more like she was just adorable twenty four seven.

PURPLE! EEP! OF COURSE!

Renesmee just continued beaming. "Well I absolutely love it." she nodded. Issy looked really beautiful all dressed up and you could tell even now that one day this baby would be just drop, dead gorgeous.

"Im..I'm so nervous." mumbled Ness quickly, not being able to help herself. This term was something exciting, but she was just so nervous and all she could think about were how difficult OWLs were going to be.

Phabian glared at Ciara's retreating form and shook his head. "She's all talk...as always," he said to no one specifically. Of course, Phabian didn't see anything wrong with himself. As far as it went, he was a great father to Beverly and he's tried to be one to the boy, but he's been refused. Either way, he was still great and Ciara had no idea of what was coming next. If she thought he'd leave that little girl of her's alone, she was dead wrong. Ciara was now part of his little game.

Occlumency. Right. Well, this ruined part of his plans. It didn't matter, Phabian knew he's lost his son's trust, but by the way the boy held himself at this moment, he knew he could still reach him out. Besides, Kennedy cared a lot for his sister and Phabian could use this to his advantage.

He turned to his brother and just glared at him. Hector should know by now that he lost his head whenever danger was near his daughter. "Mind your own business and make sure everyone's in place." Because now all that was on his mind was keeping his daughter safe and since he was the obvious target of Ciara's friends then that made Beverly part of it too.

Shifting his gaze to Kennedy, his expression changed to something close to pride. "Son, we need to talk." Not a question, not a request, but an order.

Kennedy raised an eyebrow at Ciara, but then she left. He was of age so he technically didn't run away from home, he just left. Besides, his father's manor was not his home, so Ciara was wrong...and annoying and infuriating and...

He had to take a deep breath as his anger rose. It's been happening a lot lately and it was all because of the idiot of parents they had...with the exception of Audric and his mom.

Occlumency?

Yeah. He needed to learn that, but unfortunately they didn't teach it at Hogwarts, but he'd ask his godfather. If his father knew it, it was most likely Xavier would to. He looked up at his father and just sort of stared at him. Did he have a choice? Probably not. "No. Whatever you have to say you can say it now." And now he was the one not giving his father a choice. It was about time he put his foot down.

Merlin, his family was so messed up.

Oh, the family drama. Hector leant against a pillar, twirling his wand in his fingers. This is why he stayed away from family. Nothing useful ever came from it...well, maybe a duel or two.

Hector raised an eyebrow at Kryspin. "Excuse you, but what my brother has done has nothing to do with me or the family, get your facts straight." Plus, everyone in the family knew Phabian wasn't the type to be tampered with. Only stupid people did that. Obviously, his niece's fiance's mother was one.

He stood where he was and caught sight of Tenglara and Maryad as well as a few more. Boy, the idea of a duel excited Hector a bit too much his fingers were itching with energy.

Phabian narrowed his eyes at his son. How dare he just disobey him like that?! His attention was quickly drawn away by Quinn. Couldn't he keep his damn mouth shut. "I know what happened and it's unfortunate my niece ended up hurt and, of course, I know it was directed at my son," he hissed. "Let me assure you Veepeer is six feet under and has paid for what he did." Phabian glanced at Yvonne and quickly looked away. He had been furious when he heard the curse had gotten her, but he had wasted no time in getting rid of Veepeer.

"It should have been YOU that got hurt, not my family," he spat, his voice colder than ice and pure hatred leaking from it.


Yvonne's hands curled into fists, her wand arm trembling in anger as she glared at Phabian. "Shut up! If he'd gotten hurt then you would've been begging Merlin to spare you!" She was ready. Ready to hex him and even blast him, but several things stopped her: she was an Auror and had to demonstrate better examples of restraint, there were children everywhere and Beverly was in his arms. Crud.

"That makes sense. It was just a childhood crush." Although, she still didn't like it when her friends dated the guy she'd crushed on. She knew that she was just a kid at the time and he was a complete jerk anyway but still.. it did make her feel slightly uncomfortable. Anyway. "So..does Reid have a girlfriend?" Abby asked, curiously. And, she was a little relieved when he said that he wasn't in touch with his ex-girlfriends. Not that she was jealous or anything but she thought it was a little weird to be in touch with ex's. "That's good. Most of my relationships..they didn't end well..I mean, I usually did the breaking up before things got too serious and well, they didn't really take it well." Abby shrugged. "So.. no. I prefer not keeping in touch with my ex-boyfriends." It was so different with Chace though. This was probably the first relationship where she actually wanted things to get serious..

"I know talking helps but if you don't want to open up about it, that's fine. I.. well.. I usually never talk about my family problems either but I like talking to you about them.. since you seem to understand me really well." And, talking to him helped her feel a little better too. She'd bottled up all her frustrations for so long that it felt great to finally open up. There was still a lot of things she hadn't told him but she knew she would..sometime. "Your kisses make feel pretty amazing too." Abby smiled.

"Yeah. Like that makes me feel better." Abby said, rolling her eyes. "None of the guys I've dated so far have ever made me blush but you.." It was like she was blushing every second. She was going to get used to it though. At least, she hoped. Like Chace said, it wasn't a bad thing, right?

"Do people really name their beater bats?" Abby asked once the kid moved way to disturb someone else. "I mean, I can't believe someone can be so attached to their bat.." It was kind of disturbing, really. Heh. Anyway. She linked her fingers through his as she looked around the platform. "I hate how crowded this place is. Can we go somewhere quiet?" There was still time left for them to board the train.