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If you suffer from FOMO or just want to be in the involved with everything, then the middle passenger cars of the train are for you. Just like the other cars, a long corridor provides access to the many compartments, each labelled with a letter, available for you and your friends to hunker down in until the train has come to a complete stop. Cushioned seats and large windows, allowing perfect views of the British scenery on your journey, await.
Well, what are you waiting for? Slide open a compartment door and make yourself at home. Place any of your belongings not in the luggage car on the racks above you. Chat with your friends about what you did this summer, enjoy munching on the snacks you bought from the trolley lady, get ahead of the game by reading your textbooks, or take a long nap as the train travels over numerous hills and mountainsides. Whatever you do, exhibit your best behaviour -- the prefects will be regularly patrolling the corridors and poking their heads inside your compartment to make sure you are doing so.
Rylee had somehow managed to slip away from her cousins into the crowd of students. Since the moment she had arrived at the station everyone had been checking up on her. She was also one thousand percent positive that once this train started to move there would be even more people popping in on her. Which was the top reason why she wasted no time in finding herself an empty compartment and slipping inside, the door sliding shut behind her and her kneazle Cosmos.
Gently placing her bag on the floor beside the bench, Rylee sat herself down sideways, so her legs could be on the bench and her back was against the window area of the train. Pulling out her and gripping it in her right hand she cast a quiet charm to darken the compartment a little. The brightness of the compartment was too much right now.
Cosmos leaped up onto the bench to join her, carefully settling himself down on her lap in such a way that she could rest her still healing left arm up on his back, her hand on his head after sliding her wand back into it's holster. Leaning her head back against the wall of the compartment, she closed her blue-gray eyes in hope of possibly getting a few minutes of sleep.
After the drama of the prefect’s carriage, Ewan needed to get away and just relax. The usually calm and quiet Ravenclaw prefect suddenly found himself worked up and rather annoyed. With that in mind, he had decided to take himself out into the corridors and actually do his job and patrol the corridors, popping his head into the a few of the carriages until he got to the middle carriage where his friend/sister Rylee was seated with her Kneazle.
“Hey, what’s up girl on fire?” smiling at her now as he walked into the carriage, closing the door behind him as he walked in now. As he walked in, he couldn’t help but take in her appearance carefully, looking for any sighs that she wasn’t 100%. Unsurprisingly, it didn’t take him long to find see her healing arm or just how tired she clearly was. Sitting opposite her, he couldn’t help but say something to her about it because she clearly wasn’t ready to come back. “So how are the injuries?”
Charlie smiled and followed along side the girl. She fidgeted with her skirt more and more because she just wasn't sure if the girl and her were going to be friends or if they were going to just be... well enemies was a bit much this early on. Wait. She could have enemies at Hogwarts this early. She shivered at the thought of having people hate her already. She did not like the idea of that at all. Not one bit.
Charlie left the door cracked as the moved further into the compartment. Maybe the food trolley would make its way back through the middle cars and she could finally ask for some snacks. But for the life of her, she couldn't remember her compartment companion's name. "Hate to be that person," but did she really hate to be that person? She was pretty sure that she was exactly that person. "Don't know that I remember your name from Florean's..." she trailed off hoping that maybe the girl just misunderstood her attitude. Her pops always did say she would get in trouble with it.
Once inside the compartment, Catherine put her belongings in a corner and checked from the corner of her eye to see where Charlie was as the girl pretty much asked her name. Catherine clearly remembered they didn't exchange names at all in Diagon Alley, and this girl must remember that fact too. Hopefully Charlie was just trying to be polite. Catherine couldn't exactly pick up any slyness in her tone. Maybe she should take her mother's advice and give people the benefit of the doubt. It seemed okay to do so in this situation.
"Catherine." She replied in a low tone, not exactly looking at the girl. The young brunette gingerly took the seat nearest the window, so at least she could distract herself with the views if it all became unbearably awkward. "...Mordaunt. First year." She added just because. Maybe Charlie was going to be a second year instead and there would be no need to be forcibly socialising.
That was how schools worked, wasn't it? Students stayed in age groups. Catherine assumed at Hogwarts that would include both age and house groups, which meant she would have absolutely no friends with her because Cecelia was already in a different year and house, and there was no way in the world Noah would ever be in the same house as her. She was doomed to be on her own until she graduated. What an awful thought.
Not because she wanted new friends, but because she wouldn't be able to spend time with her people. Truly awful indeed. The thought alone was making her feel sick to her stomach.
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His eyes widened. Whatever he'd been expecting her to say, that definitely wasn't it. Almost expelled?
...it seemed he'd have to be more outgoing than he'd anticipated, if he were truly to live up to the rebellious expectations Magdelas had for him. Truth be told, he didn't think he had it in him to attack a Headmistress, but surely he could flirt with expulsion in a more underhanded manner. One thing was for certain: if his parents could see the path his brainstorming was taking at that particular time, they would have boxed Miss Whatever-Her-Name-Was about the ears for putting those ideas there in the first place.
At her question, he nodded, "It's my first year, yeah. I just found out about magic and all that a month ago, when I got my letter."
He scooted forward on his seat to watch her do magic, and couldn't help the excited expression on his face as the book flattened into a dinner plate. He was, after all, 11 years old.
Well, all of that was technically true! Bernie was certainly glossing over all the details of last term (and she hadn't even MENTIONED the trial with all her classmates) but really, it sounded worse than it was. She was a perfectly delightful child. Participated in all her classes. Did her homework. Got along with all her housemates. Made friends with Slytherins. LOVED house elves. Honestly, more people should be asking why suspend ya, Bernadette? "I'm Bernadette, by the way, but you can call me Bernie," she added brightly, as though announcing her name might help her carriage companion feel better? Might make him less shocked? Might make him trust her more??? Ah well, she tried.
"I knew it!" Bernie actually grinned this time but quickly ducked her head to hide it. Still smiling, she pretended to be busy digging out more candy from her pockets, including Cockroach Clusters, Bertie Bott's Every Flavour Beans, Drooble's Best Blowing Gum, Peppermint Toads, another Chocolate Frog in its box, Jelly Slugs, Ton-Tongue Toffee, and Sherbet Lemons. Honestly, she needed the transfigured plate for this platter of confections.
It looked like the kid was impressed by this! "See, you should give the ham sammich a shot. Even though you just found out about it, I'm sure you can do magic." She had almost forgotten that she'd completely made up the spell she'd told him. Bernie finished piling her candy onto her plate and then offered the platter to the boy. "Wanna try some? It's ALL delicious." Only the ham sandwich needed a spell.
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Well, all of that was technically true! Bernie was certainly glossing over all the details of last term (and she hadn't even MENTIONED the trial with all her classmates) but really, it sounded worse than it was. She was a perfectly delightful child. Participated in all her classes. Did her homework. Got along with all her housemates. Made friends with Slytherins. LOVED house elves. Honestly, more people should be asking why suspend ya, Bernadette? "I'm Bernadette, by the way, but you can call me Bernie," she added brightly, as though announcing her name might help her carriage companion feel better? Might make him less shocked? Might make him trust her more??? Ah well, she tried.
"I knew it!" Bernie actually grinned this time but quickly ducked her head to hide it. Still smiling, she pretended to be busy digging out more candy from her pockets, including Cockroach Clusters, Bertie Bott's Every Flavour Beans, Drooble's Best Blowing Gum, Peppermint Toads, another Chocolate Frog in its box, Jelly Slugs, Ton-Tongue Toffee, and Sherbet Lemons. Honestly, she needed the transfigured plate for this platter of confections.
It looked like the kid was impressed by this! "See, you should give the ham sammich a shot. Even though you just found out about it, I'm sure you can do magic." She had almost forgotten that she'd completely made up the spell she'd told him. Bernie finished piling her candy onto her plate and then offered the platter to the boy. "Wanna try some? It's ALL delicious." Only the ham sandwich needed a spell.
"I'm Elias. Elias Inkwell." He was starting to get used to not shaking hands during introductions, and he found he quite liked it. "What's Hogwarts like, Bernie? I know someone else who's going, but he's a first year too. He said there are houses we get sorted into?"
In all the excitement of getting robes with custom trim!!!, he'd completely forgotten his earlier thought to purchase a book on wizarding society. Bernie seemed like she knew what was what, so he was hoping she'd prove to be a font of knowledge on this, too.
He stared at the heaps of candy in front of him, unable to recognize so much as a single package. With all the adventurousness of a hermit crab, he picked up a pack of Sherbet Lemons and smiled at her, "Thanks! Do you normally have all this candy with you?"
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"There you are!" Cecelia Summers had arrived, smiley as ever and with a bagful of sweets that she held up to show Catherine and her companion. She'd taken extra special care to select a few of each of her favorite sweets and save them ALL for the train ride to Hogwarts. Snacks were a must on long journeys, y'know. They were. Looking between the two, she wiggled the bag and then took a seat next to her best friend. "I didn't know you'd already made friends, Cat. Hi, I'm Cece." She offered the younger girl a grin and a chocolate frog because that seemed like a good peace offering. "Isn't this amazing? I really can't believe we get to go to Hogwarts. It's a dream come true!" And she'd suffered an ENTIRE term at Beauxbatons, getting in trouble for things that weren't even her fault mostly and wishing she was anywhere else, so this really WAS the best day ever. "Here, help yourself." Handing the bag to Catherine, the twelve year old settled in.
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"I'm Elias. Elias Inkwell." He was starting to get used to not shaking hands during introductions, and he found he quite liked it. "What's Hogwarts like, Bernie? I know someone else who's going, but he's a first year too. He said there are houses we get sorted into?"
In all the excitement of getting robes with custom trim!!!, he'd completely forgotten his earlier thought to purchase a book on wizarding society. Bernie seemed like she knew what was what, so he was hoping she'd prove to be a font of knowledge on this, too.
He stared at the heaps of candy in front of him, unable to recognize so much as a single package. With all the adventurousness of a hermit crab, he picked up a pack of Sherbet Lemons and smiled at her, "Thanks! Do you normally have all this candy with you?"
"Elias." Bernie repeated the name, testing it out to see if she liked it. Hmm, sounded alright for a wizard. Plus his last name was very legitimate; she used inkwells every day at school. Speaking of... she leaned in to divulge this next bit of information. "Right, the thing is, I haven't technically been to Hogwarts yet. The school was closed due to a boggart infestation last term, so we boarded at Beauxbatons all year, and that was my first year EVER being a witch. So I suppose this will be my first time going to Hogwarts too." She eyed him a bit to see what he'd make of that. "The house thing is real though. We still did that at Beauxbatons. There's four of 'em at Hogwarts. I'm a Gryffindor, in the red house. We're lions and brave and all that." She waved her hand. Any house could be brave, if they tried well enough. "There's also Slytherin, the green house, which everyone says is full of Dark wizards, but mostly they're just sneaky and kinda whiny. I still like them though." She shrugged; he could see this for himself later. "Oh, and Ravenclaw, they wear blue robes, and they're a buncha bookworms and know-it-alls," she thought of Ilya Belrose, "but they're alright too, and then Hufflepuff, the golden badgers, which are like, the nicest kids, they never wanna hurt anyone's feelings, but I dunno too many Puffs yet."
Bernie had to pause for a breath. She really wished the food trolley sold butterbeer bottles and not just pumpkin juice. "Anyway, that's about it for the houses. The Sorting Hat is what decides where you go, but you can tell it off if you want. I did. It ALMOST put me in Hufflepuff, but I was like, what's a Hufflepuff? And I'm not going there? And it listened, so." She should probably stop being her usual talkative self lest she scare the boy off. It didn't seem like he was going anywhere yet, and he did still have her ham sammich, so....
"You're welcome!" And yes, she did always have sweets on her. "This is kinda my thing. I love sugar and cooking and baking. Sweets give me energy." Clearly.
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"Elias." Bernie repeated the name, testing it out to see if she liked it. Hmm, sounded alright for a wizard. Plus his last name was very legitimate; she used inkwells every day at school. Speaking of... she leaned in to divulge this next bit of information. "Right, the thing is, I haven't technically been to Hogwarts yet. The school was closed due to a boggart infestation last term, so we boarded at Beauxbatons all year, and that was my first year EVER being a witch. So I suppose this will be my first time going to Hogwarts too." She eyed him a bit to see what he'd make of that. "The house thing is real though. We still did that at Beauxbatons. There's four of 'em at Hogwarts. I'm a Gryffindor, in the red house. We're lions and brave and all that." She waved her hand. Any house could be brave, if they tried well enough. "There's also Slytherin, the green house, which everyone says is full of Dark wizards, but mostly they're just sneaky and kinda whiny. I still like them though." She shrugged; he could see this for himself later. "Oh, and Ravenclaw, they wear blue robes, and they're a buncha bookworms and know-it-alls," she thought of Ilya Belrose, "but they're alright too, and then Hufflepuff, the golden badgers, which are like, the nicest kids, they never wanna hurt anyone's feelings, but I dunno too many Puffs yet."
Bernie had to pause for a breath. She really wished the food trolley sold butterbeer bottles and not just pumpkin juice. "Anyway, that's about it for the houses. The Sorting Hat is what decides where you go, but you can tell it off if you want. I did. It ALMOST put me in Hufflepuff, but I was like, what's a Hufflepuff? And I'm not going there? And it listened, so." She should probably stop being her usual talkative self lest she scare the boy off. It didn't seem like he was going anywhere yet, and he did still have her ham sammich, so....
"You're welcome!" And yes, she did always have sweets on her. "This is kinda my thing. I love sugar and cooking and baking. Sweets give me energy." Clearly.
"What's a boggart?" Something serious enough that an infestation of them could close a school, apparently. Elias thought of the stack of textbooks he'd been required to purchase and wondered, yet again, if it might be worth cracking them open in advance of being taught things by professors.
He listened to the description of the four houses, and after popping a Sherbet Lemon in his mouth he stated quite matter-of-factly, "I don't think I'd do well in any of those. Is there another?"
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Originally Posted by Ashwinder
"What's a boggart?" Something serious enough that an infestation of them could close a school, apparently. Elias thought of the stack of textbooks he'd been required to purchase and wondered, yet again, if it might be worth cracking them open in advance of being taught things by professors.
He listened to the description of the four houses, and after popping a Sherbet Lemon in his mouth he stated quite matter-of-factly, "I don't think I'd do well in any of those. Is there another?"
Oh, Merlin. Had she been like this last year, with all the questions? Bernie held in her sigh. Look how nice she was being today. Did anyone notice? Was there a prefect around? Perhaps someone could give her some house points for her wealth of knowledge, and she could get a few bonus points since it was inevitable that she was going to lose some?
"A boggart is a Dark creature-thingy that takes on the shape of your worst fear as soon as you see it," she explained. "I haven't seen one yet, but maybe, if we're lucky, there's a leftover one hiding in a cupboard somewhere." She was planning to check the kitchens FIRST THING when she got to Hogwarts. After the feast. And after checking out her dorm. And after seeing how close she could get to the Forbidden Forest.
She had a long to-do list, actually, but boggart cupboards were pretty high on the list.
"That's a Hufflepuff thing to say," the Gryffindor replied idly, remembering just now that she'd forgotten to check her Chocolate Frog card from earlier. She rustled through her candy wrappers that were discarded on the seat next to her to find the old box. "Derwent Shimpling," she announced with a soft, "huh," of interest. "Ate an entire venemous tentacula once, all on a bet." Neat. She'd totally try that. Maybe.
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Spirited, huh? Well, that wasn't so bad. There were definitely lots of WORSE words that people could call Phoebe, and it wasn't like she was totally ignorant to the way she rubbed some people. She smiled hugely at Eiji, then at Jina.
"Spirited. Nice to meet you, Jina. And this is Eiji, and he's a sixth year. And he's a Slytherin. And he's not spirited. He's..." Phoebe tilted her head, first one way and then the other, trying to figure out just the right word. "I dunno. You have to meet him yourself and figure it out." But enough of him, and if he wanted her to mention his famous family... she wasn't gonna do it.
Phoebe turned her attention back to Jina. "You're new this term? Where did you go before? You're so lucky you didn't have to go to DUMB Beauxbatons last term. They tried to throw me in JAIL. And they had a dragon attack right on the grounds." Her stomach growled loudly. "I need FOOD, Eiji. What did Aunt Kurumi pack for you?"
Oh, Merlin. Had she been like this last year, with all the questions? Bernie held in her sigh. Look how nice she was being today. Did anyone notice? Was there a prefect around? Perhaps someone could give her some house points for her wealth of knowledge, and she could get a few bonus points since it was inevitable that she was going to lose some?
"A boggart is a Dark creature-thingy that takes on the shape of your worst fear as soon as you see it," she explained. "I haven't seen one yet, but maybe, if we're lucky, there's a leftover one hiding in a cupboard somewhere." She was planning to check the kitchens FIRST THING when she got to Hogwarts. After the feast. And after checking out her dorm. And after seeing how close she could get to the Forbidden Forest.
She had a long to-do list, actually, but boggart cupboards were pretty high on the list.
"That's a Hufflepuff thing to say," the Gryffindor replied idly, remembering just now that she'd forgotten to check her Chocolate Frog card from earlier. She rustled through her candy wrappers that were discarded on the seat next to her to find the old box. "Derwent Shimpling," she announced with a soft, "huh," of interest. "Ate an entire venemous tentacula once, all on a bet." Neat. She'd totally try that. Maybe.
Elias sat back again, crossing his arms and thinking that over. His worst fear... he had no idea what that was, but he was inclined to agree with what Bertie was saying: if these things took the form of your worst fear, and you didn't know what your worst fear was, then logically confronting a boggart and seeing what it came up with meant that you'd suddenly know, didn't it?
Did that make him a Ravenclaw? He still wasn't sold on the whole bookworm thing.
The more he thought about it, the more his brow creased; in the future it might translate into a sexy!brooding face, but right now his childhood baby fat got in the way and just made him look an unfortunate mixture of confused and slightly constipated.
"But what would happen," he said slowly, reasoning it out to himself, "if your greatest fear was falling? Does the boggart throw you into the air and make you fall? Or does it turn into a giant hole in the floor and you're standing right on the edge?"
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Originally Posted by Ashwinder
Elias sat back again, crossing his arms and thinking that over. His worst fear... he had no idea what that was, but he was inclined to agree with what Bertie was saying: if these things took the form of your worst fear, and you didn't know what your worst fear was, then logically confronting a boggart and seeing what it came up with meant that you'd suddenly know, didn't it?
Did that make him a Ravenclaw? He still wasn't sold on the whole bookworm thing.
The more he thought about it, the more his brow creased; in the future it might translate into a sexy!brooding face, but right now his childhood baby fat got in the way and just made him look an unfortunate mixture of confused and slightly constipated.
"But what would happen," he said slowly, reasoning it out to himself, "if your greatest fear was falling? Does the boggart throw you into the air and make you fall? Or does it turn into a giant hole in the floor and you're standing right on the edge?"
"Look, you're thinking too hard on this, which is a Ravenclaw thing to do, actually." Bernie shook her head at him and opened her next chocolate frog box, though she didn't release the frog just yet. She just wanted to see the card, so she had to slam the lid shut pretty quickly. "The best way to find out 'bout your fear is to just... meet a boggart. Simple. I'll make it happen for ya, alright? Just look me up when we get to Hogwarts. We can hunt one down together."
Speaking of... were they there yet? She peeked out the window, but mostly just saw fog and trees. Now, who was on this card? "McGonagall," Bernie groaned, "I've got like, four McGonagalls. D'ya want it?" She wafted the card in Elias' general direction. "She's a master of Transfiguration. Right up your alley, mate." Or at least, it COULD be, but he'd never practiced on his ham sandwich, so. Opportunity = l o s t.
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"Look, you're thinking too hard on this, which is a Ravenclaw thing to do, actually." Bernie shook her head at him and opened her next chocolate frog box, though she didn't release the frog just yet. She just wanted to see the card, so she had to slam the lid shut pretty quickly. "The best way to find out 'bout your fear is to just... meet a boggart. Simple. I'll make it happen for ya, alright? Just look me up when we get to Hogwarts. We can hunt one down together."
Speaking of... were they there yet? She peeked out the window, but mostly just saw fog and trees. Now, who was on this card? "McGonagall," Bernie groaned, "I've got like, four McGonagalls. D'ya want it?" She wafted the card in Elias' general direction. "She's a master of Transfiguration. Right up your alley, mate." Or at least, it COULD be, but he'd never practiced on his ham sandwich, so. Opportunity = l o s t.
"I'm going to do that!" He protested. It's just that they weren't AT Hogwarts yet, so what else did he have to do but think about it, Bertie Bernie???
He took the card from her, looking down at the face on it. McGonagall looked like a pretty no-nonsense lady who knew her stuff. Neat.
He'd well and truly forgotten about the ham sandwich, to be honest. It was now half-buried in candy wrappers anyway, and it wasn't even his: his parents had packed him a chicken caesar wrap with carrot sticks. He looked out the window as well, his little arms still folded as he thought thoughts and wondered if she was going to call him a Gryffindor or a Slytherin next.
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Text Cut: fun fact: Like Bernie, I also am chewing gum right now!
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Originally Posted by Ashwinder
"I'm going to do that!" He protested. It's just that they weren't AT Hogwarts yet, so what else did he have to do but think about it, Bertie Bernie???
He took the card from her, looking down at the face on it. McGonagall looked like a pretty no-nonsense lady who knew her stuff. Neat.
He'd well and truly forgotten about the ham sandwich, to be honest. It was now half-buried in candy wrappers anyway, and it wasn't even his: his parents had packed him a chicken caesar wrap with carrot sticks. He looked out the window as well, his little arms still folded as he thought thoughts and wondered if she was going to call him a Gryffindor or a Slytherin next.
Alright, she'd leave the kid alone for the next few seconds, she supposed. Bernie glanced at her plate to see what candy she could get into next. Perhaps it was time to switch to gum? She did want to warm up her jaw before the feast, heh heh.
Bernie started chewing her Droobles and working on a big bubble. She wondered if she should pepper Elias with more questions, or....? "So, how'd you like Diagon Alley? Did you get to go down Knockturn Alley?" Questions it was. The girl could NOT stay quiet for long. Being quiet was, like, s'boring.
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Alright, she'd leave the kid alone for the next few seconds, she supposed. Bernie glanced at her plate to see what candy she could get into next. Perhaps it was time to switch to gum? She did want to warm up her jaw before the feast, heh heh.
Bernie started chewing her Droobles and working on a big bubble. She wondered if she should pepper Elias with more questions, or....? "So, how'd you like Diagon Alley? Did you get to go down Knockturn Alley?" Questions it was. The girl could NOT stay quiet for long. Being quiet was, like, s'boring.
"It was brilliant!" He'd used that description before, and he knew that, but it didn't make it any less true. Maybe if he hadn't ultimately had such a great time he would have used the word 'overwhelming,' because for the first half-hour or so it had definitely been that as well, but he'd quickly been drawn into the excitement of dozens of children shopping for Hogwarts materials. Plus he'd bought his magic mirror there; it was tucked securely in its shatter-proof wrapping, and had given him a final pep-talk about how very wizardly he looked before he'd left the house that morning. He wondered if he should tell Bernie about it, but then decided not to. He didn't want anyone to think that he needed to be told how great and smart and etc. he was.
"I had to-- I mean... my parents trusted me enough to go by myself, and I got to see all kinds of things! I wanted to get an owl, but mum and dad said don't bring home anything that's alive, on account of they saw a witch walking out with a hamster that had three heads and fifteen legs. BUT I got these." He showed off his Hogwarts robes, which had CUSTOM TRIM on them in silver and black.
"And no, I didn't go into the other alley. I looked, but I'd made a friend by then and his dad said no." And Mr. Maunder had looked both fast enough to catch Elias and brown-nosey enough to tell his parents about it after, so...
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"It was brilliant!" He'd used that description before, and he knew that, but it didn't make it any less true. Maybe if he hadn't ultimately had such a great time he would have used the word 'overwhelming,' because for the first half-hour or so it had definitely been that as well, but he'd quickly been drawn into the excitement of dozens of children shopping for Hogwarts materials. Plus he'd bought his magic mirror there; it was tucked securely in its shatter-proof wrapping, and had given him a final pep-talk about how very wizardly he looked before he'd left the house that morning. He wondered if he should tell Bernie about it, but then decided not to. He didn't want anyone to think that he needed to be told how great and smart and etc. he was.
"I had to-- I mean... my parents trusted me enough to go by myself, and I got to see all kinds of things! I wanted to get an owl, but mum and dad said don't bring home anything that's alive, on account of they saw a witch walking out with a hamster that had three heads and fifteen legs. BUT I got these." He showed off his Hogwarts robes, which had CUSTOM TRIM on them in silver and black.
"And no, I didn't go into the other alley. I looked, but I'd made a friend by then and his dad said no." And Mr. Maunder had looked both fast enough to catch Elias and brown-nosey enough to tell his parents about it after, so...
He liked it! Bernie couldn't help it; she beamed with a little bit of pride at the first year's reaction to Diagon Alley. She'd felt the same way about it all, honestly, and was low-key impressed that he'd been allowed to shop all by himself. "I don't have a pet either! But don't worry, the school has owls you can borrow if you need one," she reassured him kindly. WOW, a hamster with three heads and fifteen legs?! That might be worth looking into. Maybe she could ask the Care of Magical Creatures professor about them? Since Beauxbatons had been allowed a pet dragon, at least Hogwarts could get something with two or three heads, right? The school had probably never ever even had a three-headed pet before...
She leaned forward to check out his robes and raised her eyebrows some. "They look nice, Elias. I like the trim." He'd even made friends already?! That was something Bernie still struggled with, but she didn't want to admit that... she had, after all, run into one of her Slytherin um, buddies, in the Alley.... "Maybe next summer we can check it out." That's right, Bernie was looping him into her shenanigans. "I heard there's a shop in Knockturn Alley that sells shrunken heads and dried hands that have special powers." Sounded neat, right?!
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He liked it! Bernie couldn't help it; she beamed with a little bit of pride at the first year's reaction to Diagon Alley. She'd felt the same way about it all, honestly, and was low-key impressed that he'd been allowed to shop all by himself. "I don't have a pet either! But don't worry, the school has owls you can borrow if you need one," she reassured him kindly. WOW, a hamster with three heads and fifteen legs?! That might be worth looking into. Maybe she could ask the Care of Magical Creatures professor about them? Since Beauxbatons had been allowed a pet dragon, at least Hogwarts could get something with two or three heads, right? The school had probably never ever even had a three-headed pet before...
She leaned forward to check out his robes and raised her eyebrows some. "They look nice, Elias. I like the trim." He'd even made friends already?! That was something Bernie still struggled with, but she didn't want to admit that... she had, after all, run into one of her Slytherin um, buddies, in the Alley.... "Maybe next summer we can check it out." That's right, Bernie was looping him into her shenanigans. "I heard there's a shop in Knockturn Alley that sells shrunken heads and dried hands that have special powers." Sounded neat, right?!
"Thanks!" He beamed right back at her, and not just because of the compliment to his robes; her own beaminess was encouraging general beaminess, and he was sure that if there were another student in here with them, they would be beaming too. But also his robes were very cool and it made him happy that she liked them.
And shrunken heads? Dried hands with special powers? Ooooeerrr, he was so tempted to show her the magic mirror after all. But no, no, he'd said to himself he wouldn't and so he wouldn't. Yet. Maybe tomorrow though.
"We should do that, yes." Nod nod nod. "D'you know where they get the heads from? What kind of special powers? Do you have to have an adult to go there?"
And fifty other similar questions. Elias was still under the belief, as he'd been on the day of his shopping, that Diagon Alley obviously had all sorts of protective spells to prevent little kids from being accosted, lured off, and all the other terrible things his parents had warned him of. What good was magic if it didn't protect people, right?
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"Thanks!" He beamed right back at her, and not just because of the compliment to his robes; her own beaminess was encouraging general beaminess, and he was sure that if there were another student in here with them, they would be beaming too. But also his robes were very cool and it made him happy that she liked them.
And shrunken heads? Dried hands with special powers? Ooooeerrr, he was so tempted to show her the magic mirror after all. But no, no, he'd said to himself he wouldn't and so he wouldn't. Yet. Maybe tomorrow though.
"We should do that, yes." Nod nod nod. "D'you know where they get the heads from? What kind of special powers? Do you have to have an adult to go there?"
And fifty other similar questions. Elias was still under the belief, as he'd been on the day of his shopping, that Diagon Alley obviously had all sorts of protective spells to prevent little kids from being accosted, lured off, and all the other terrible things his parents had warned him of. What good was magic if it didn't protect people, right?
Hey, this was going surprisingly well. Maybe Bernadette should say something stupid to ruin things, huh?
Alright, he was IN. "Um," W O W he had a L O T of good questions. As a naturally curious child, OBVIOUSLY she respected that, and tapped her chin as she thought of some good answers. "I do NOT know where they get the heads from; I'm assuming they come from PEOPLE? Maybe AZKABAN? Maybe they're all the prisoners who DIED there in the last year?" Ooooh, that was a terrifying thought. She LIKED it. "The hands are Hands of Glory! I think they can open like, secret doors?" She crinkled her nose. "I...I'd have to do some more research..."
She trailed off somewhat. Bernie didn't ACTUALLY possess that much more knowledge about Knockturn Alley... except... hmm. Good question about the adults.
"Nah, I'm pretty sure if we just had a tall kid with us, we'd be alright." Who wanted to take an adult with them? There weren't spells to require that, were there?!
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Hey, this was going surprisingly well. Maybe Bernadette should say something stupid to ruin things, huh?
Alright, he was IN. "Um," W O W he had a L O T of good questions. As a naturally curious child, OBVIOUSLY she respected that, and tapped her chin as she thought of some good answers. "I do NOT know where they get the heads from; I'm assuming they come from PEOPLE? Maybe AZKABAN? Maybe they're all the prisoners who DIED there in the last year?" Ooooh, that was a terrifying thought. She LIKED it. "The hands are Hands of Glory! I think they can open like, secret doors?" She crinkled her nose. "I...I'd have to do some more research..."
She trailed off somewhat. Bernie didn't ACTUALLY possess that much more knowledge about Knockturn Alley... except... hmm. Good question about the adults.
"Nah, I'm pretty sure if we just had a tall kid with us, we'd be alright." Who wanted to take an adult with them? There weren't spells to require that, were there?!
Elias also liked it, although he was also glad she'd mentioned that bit about prisoners because he'd had NO idea what Abazkan (close enough) was until she did. Prison. Got it.
"Do the heads talk?" His imagination was off and running again, "What if they were falsely imprisoned prisoners and they died? Do the heads say they're innocent? I guess if they talked, all the heads would say they were innocent, even if they were the lowest scum of the earth."
He'd picked up that phrase -- 'lowest scum of the earth' -- from one of his father's friends, and had been low-key looking for a place to use it. Now seemed the perfect time.
Elias let out a 'hmm' and glanced out the still-open compartment door at the other students occasionally wandering by. A tall kid...
"And they should have a beard. To make them look older."
No discrimination for a boy or a girl candidate, either; he'd seen a bearded lady smoking a pipe outside the Leaky Cauldron, so if one of the girls at the school wanted to grow a fullsome beard who was he to comment negatively? Plus, if she were old enough to grow a beard, she'd certainly know enough magic to turn him into an undignified smear on a wall somewhere.
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Elias also liked it, although he was also glad she'd mentioned that bit about prisoners because he'd had NO idea what Abazkan (close enough) was until she did. Prison. Got it.
"Do the heads talk?" His imagination was off and running again, "What if they were falsely imprisoned prisoners and they died? Do the heads say they're innocent? I guess if they talked, all the heads would say they were innocent, even if they were the lowest scum of the earth."
He'd picked up that phrase -- 'lowest scum of the earth' -- from one of his father's friends, and had been low-key looking for a place to use it. Now seemed the perfect time.
Elias let out a 'hmm' and glanced out the still-open compartment door at the other students occasionally wandering by. A tall kid...
"And they should have a beard. To make them look older."
No discrimination for a boy or a girl candidate, either; he'd seen a bearded lady smoking a pipe outside the Leaky Cauldron, so if one of the girls at the school wanted to grow a fullsome beard who was he to comment negatively? Plus, if she were old enough to grow a beard, she'd certainly know enough magic to turn him into an undignified smear on a wall somewhere.
"Probably." Nod nod and answer the next question, which was kinda PERSONAL to her (remember the trial last year? Uh huh). "I mean, innocent people are accused of NOTHING all the time, so they probably DO say that." Yep, they probably would magically all be innocent TOO. Bernie was in agreement with that. All that. It sounded very... fancy. Like something you'd put in a letter. Lowest scum of the earth! You had to SHOUT it whilst shaking your fist at said scum. Maybe she'd shout that at someone this term, if they did something to deserve it. If she encountered another gargoyle, she would for sure yell this at it.
Maybe Elias would be a Ravenclaw after all. He was asking all the right questions, and saying SUPER smart stuff. Could be good to have another Ravenclaw friend.
A beard! "Brilliant," she agreed with a nod, rustling her candy wrappers as though they might entice a tall kid to wander in. "A beard and wrinkles? Maybe even a few gray hairs. I heard Dumbledore was gray by the time he graduated Hogwarts 'bout a thousand years ago."
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"Probably." Nod nod and answer the next question, which was kinda PERSONAL to her (remember the trial last year? Uh huh). "I mean, innocent people are accused of NOTHING all the time, so they probably DO say that." Yep, they probably would magically all be innocent TOO. Bernie was in agreement with that. All that. It sounded very... fancy. Like something you'd put in a letter. Lowest scum of the earth! You had to SHOUT it whilst shaking your fist at said scum. Maybe she'd shout that at someone this term, if they did something to deserve it. If she encountered another gargoyle, she would for sure yell this at it.
Maybe Elias would be a Ravenclaw after all. He was asking all the right questions, and saying SUPER smart stuff. Could be good to have another Ravenclaw friend.
A beard! "Brilliant," she agreed with a nod, rustling her candy wrappers as though they might entice a tall kid to wander in. "A beard and wrinkles? Maybe even a few gray hairs. I heard Dumbledore was gray by the time he graduated Hogwarts 'bout a thousand years ago."
"Really?" Elias opted to go with curious surprise on his face, because there was a zero percent change, nuh uh, NO WAY, that he was going to admit that he had no idea who Dumbledore was. He'd heard a few other kids in the train corridor grumbling about History of Magic and how it had a reputation for being boring, but he was now firmly convinced that it would be his lifeline to understanding just what the what was going on in the wizarding world.
"So um, I don't want to be rude, but I couldn't help but notice..." He did an I'm-not-pointing-because-pointing-is-rude-BUT gesture in the direction of her wand, "Why does your wand have tape on it?"
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"Really?" Elias opted to go with curious surprise on his face, because there was a zero percent change, nuh uh, NO WAY, that he was going to admit that he had no idea who Dumbledore was. He'd heard a few other kids in the train corridor grumbling about History of Magic and how it had a reputation for being boring, but he was now firmly convinced that it would be his lifeline to understanding just what the what was going on in the wizarding world.
"So um, I don't want to be rude, but I couldn't help but notice..." He did an I'm-not-pointing-because-pointing-is-rude-BUT gesture in the direction of her wand, "Why does your wand have tape on it?"
"Totally. He probably had a big bushy beard by like, 17, you know, like his Chocolate Frog card." Bernie gestured as though she were tickling her own beard. She'd always wondered what it would be like to have facial hair that you could tickle yourself? She'd LOVE a mustache to twirl like an old timey villain from time to time.
Oh no, her wand. Bernie's cheeks took on a sudden red tinge as she hastily snatched her wand off the cushion and stuffed it back into her boot where it belonged. "Um, um, well, it's kind of a long story, but basically, a gargoyle bit it?" And RUINED it? "But the headmaster fixed it for me, kinda, mostly." She didn't want to talk about it, OKAY? And she also did NOT want to take it back to Ollivander's to see the disappointment on the shopkeeper's face, okay!?!
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She was curious about what the boy was reading. It was definitely not one of her course books and it did not seem to be in English either, which fascinated her. She would have asked about it, but got the impression that he did not want to be disturbed. She felt a bit apologetic for speaking to him in the first place.
But then a younger girl entered the compartment and snuggled up to him. She was SO cute!!! Jina grinned back at her. "Hi, Phoebe. I'm Jina Nicole Morin. I'm a sixth year and I'm ... new," she introduced herself, ending with a rather lame adjective.
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Spirited, huh? Well, that wasn't so bad. There were definitely lots of WORSE words that people could call Phoebe, and it wasn't like she was totally ignorant to the way she rubbed some people. She smiled hugely at Eiji, then at Jina.
"Spirited. Nice to meet you, Jina. And this is Eiji, and he's a sixth year. And he's a Slytherin. And he's not spirited. He's..." Phoebe tilted her head, first one way and then the other, trying to figure out just the right word. "I dunno. You have to meet him yourself and figure it out." But enough of him, and if he wanted her to mention his famous family... she wasn't gonna do it.
Phoebe turned her attention back to Jina. "You're new this term? Where did you go before? You're so lucky you didn't have to go to DUMB Beauxbatons last term. They tried to throw me in JAIL. And they had a dragon attack right on the grounds." Her stomach growled loudly. "I need FOOD, Eiji. What did Aunt Kurumi pack for you?"
Cute. Sure. Phoebe was, honestly, downright adorable but she really needed to be adorable away from others' eyes when she was with Eiji. Please and thank you? Was it too much to ask?
Closing his book and accompanying kanji dictionary - the latter of which he was not terribly torn up about - he settled in for small talk and introductions as facilitated by the Gryffindor in the room...when she quite literally introduced him to this new girl, Jina. Though at least she left the James part out of it all this time.
"Focused," he said to finish Phoebe's thought. That would be a word he used to describe himself at least. "Welcome to the Hogwarts Express," he offered the other girl, it seemed the sort of friendly thing to say when one was making an attempt. And since he did not particularly feel like offering any follow up to the Beauxbatons talk - he was just so incredibly done with that school and all associations with it - he reached for his satchel bag once again and pulled out the tin of cookies from his mum and passed it over to her. "Frosted malt-chocolate cookies. Knock yourself out. You too, Jina."
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"Totally. He probably had a big bushy beard by like, 17, you know, like his Chocolate Frog card." Bernie gestured as though she were tickling her own beard. She'd always wondered what it would be like to have facial hair that you could tickle yourself? She'd LOVE a mustache to twirl like an old timey villain from time to time.
Oh no, her wand. Bernie's cheeks took on a sudden red tinge as she hastily snatched her wand off the cushion and stuffed it back into her boot where it belonged. "Um, um, well, it's kind of a long story, but basically, a gargoyle bit it?" And RUINED it? "But the headmaster fixed it for me, kinda, mostly." She didn't want to talk about it, OKAY? And she also did NOT want to take it back to Ollivander's to see the disappointment on the shopkeeper's face, okay!?!
Oops.
Elias may have been an 11-year-old boy, but he could tell he'd well and truly stepped in it, as the expression went. The happy beamy Bernie was suddenly looking like she might possibly cry, and he felt a sinking in his gut that he didn't really understand at this particular moment; he just knew that he had to fix it.
...but seeing as he had the emotional depth of a puddle, he couldn't exactly go the sappy 'so sorry' route (and sort of didn't think that would help?). So instead, he adopted his 'totally a bad-butt rebel' voice and commented, "Whoa, you fought a gargoyle? And you must've beat it too, because you're alive and everything. That's first rate, that is."
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Oops.
Elias may have been an 11-year-old boy, but he could tell he'd well and truly stepped in it, as the expression went. The happy beamy Bernie was suddenly looking like she might possibly cry, and he felt a sinking in his gut that he didn't really understand at this particular moment; he just knew that he had to fix it.
...but seeing as he had the emotional depth of a puddle, he couldn't exactly go the sappy 'so sorry' route (and sort of didn't think that would help?). So instead, he adopted his 'totally a bad-butt rebel' voice and commented, "Whoa, you fought a gargoyle? And you must've beat it too, because you're alive and everything. That's first rate, that is."
Quick, someone change the topic! CHANGE THE TOPIC, DARN IT! Maybe Bernie could accidentally hide her upset face behind this plate, which was now just basically a trash bin for candy wrappers? She was not above littering in order to (literally) save her face.
She looked up from pretending to study a scuff on her boot, secretly hoping... he genuinely meant that? "Um," blushblushblush, "thanks? I mean, I DID send RED SPARKS into its mouth, and it backed off, so, I did defeat it, in a way?" Did she sound a little bit proud of this moment?
She did not mention the follow-up class to that horrible gargoyle one, in which she and her friend had been forced to wear beekeeper clothes. Or were they fencing outfits? Either way, they were essentially fireproof padding. Because first years could not be trusted with wands.
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Quick, someone change the topic! CHANGE THE TOPIC, DARN IT! Maybe Bernie could accidentally hide her upset face behind this plate, which was now just basically a trash bin for candy wrappers? She was not above littering in order to (literally) save her face.
She looked up from pretending to study a scuff on her boot, secretly hoping... he genuinely meant that? "Um," blushblushblush, "thanks? I mean, I DID send RED SPARKS into its mouth, and it backed off, so, I did defeat it, in a way?" Did she sound a little bit proud of this moment?
She did not mention the follow-up class to that horrible gargoyle one, in which she and her friend had been forced to wear beekeeper clothes. Or were they fencing outfits? Either way, they were essentially fireproof padding. Because first years could not be trusted with wands.
"I'm impressed." He was, actually. He'd never met a wizardy gargoyle before, of course, but he'd seen them on buildings in the Muggle world and they were huge. He didn't know how he'd have reacted to one attacking him -- he liked to think that he'd cast some kind of spell and come out on top -- but Bernie had actually done that.
"You're definitely supposed to be in Gryffindor. You said that's the brave house, right?" Elias smiled at her, "For sure. Miss Gryffindor."
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