Finally!

Ary was finally aboard the Hogwarts Express, and had already quite managed to explore quite a bit of the Train. Since Bry already lived close to Hogwarts, he wouldn’t be seeing her just yet. Not until the Train arrived at Hogsmeade station, at least. That meant he was hoping to see Drake, Gilly or Emmeline really soon. Especially Drake.

Having walked through the corridors, the youngest Atreyu-Rehman found himself in the vicinity of the compartments at the very back of the Express. This was fine with him. He’d just sit himself down in the nearest compartment, right at the window too, so that he could look out at the scenery as the train rolled on.

Perhaps in a few minutes he’d head back out to try to find the twins.

What Drake had not been expecting was the overall commotion that seemed to abound on the platform to board the train. He'd been able to give his Mum an extra long squeeze goodbye, and a kiss on the cheek while he choked back his tears. And then before he could wait for Gilly to board the train with, he was being swept away in the throng of students clamoring up the stairs. He'd debated finding a spot to just... stop so he could snag her when she made her way on as well, but the masses made him anxious and he hated the idea of being in the way so... he just shakily continued with everyone else, peeking here and there for any type of a familiar face or an empty compartment he could snag on his own.

He'd made it all the way to the back and was feeling even more frantic, before he spotted Aryan and with immense relief was able to dart his way into the compartment and plop down beside his friend. "I am SO glad to have found you! Where's Bryony?" He was already accustomed to seeing the blonde wherever he saw Ary, though he still couldn't tell if she actually liked Drake and his presence or not.

There was a strange conflict of emotions going on in Fynley’s mind regarding heading back to school for his sixth year. On the one hand education wasn’t really his thing, not the academic side of it anyway. With a string of terrible grades and probably a whole new set of disappointed faces from his Professors (although with Hernandez gone at least he didn’t have to relive detention again), his choices in terms of classes were somewhat limited. On the other hand, socially Fynley quite enjoyed being around others and Hogwarts meant he didn’t have to go far to find someone to talk to. His home life didn’t leave much to be desired either with disappointed parents who barely even acknowledged him.

Said parents hadn’t even come to the station to say goodbye that morning and so Fynley had travelled alone, lugging his suitcase around on the Muggle London Underground and over to Kings Cross where the effort alone had made his brow break out in a little sweat. He’d briefly considered joining the Schultz’s but with the two youngest heading to Hogwarts for the first time he’d feel guilty for intruding on valuable family time and decided against it for now.

To the back of the train he went, slipping into an empty compartment where he dumped his rucksack on the ground and flipped into the seat. His long legs extended to the seat opposite him and arms folded across his chest as he nonchalantly glanced out the window at the other arriving students hoping for someone he knew.

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There was a strange conflict of emotions going on in Fynley’s mind regarding heading back to school for his sixth year. On the one hand education wasn’t really his thing, not the academic side of it anyway. With a string of terrible grades and probably a whole new set of disappointed faces from his Professors (although with Hernandez gone at least he didn’t have to relive detention again), his choices in terms of classes were somewhat limited. On the other hand, socially Fynley quite enjoyed being around others and Hogwarts meant he didn’t have to go far to find someone to talk to. His home life didn’t leave much to be desired either with disappointed parents who barely even acknowledged him.

Said parents hadn’t even come to the station to say goodbye that morning and so Fynley had travelled alone, lugging his suitcase around on the Muggle London Underground and over to Kings Cross where the effort alone had made his brow break out in a little sweat. He’d briefly considered joining the Schultz’s but with the two youngest heading to Hogwarts for the first time he’d feel guilty for intruding on valuable family time and decided against it for now.

To the back of the train he went, slipping into an empty compartment where he dumped his rucksack on the ground and flipped into the seat. His long legs extended to the seat opposite him and arms folded across his chest as he nonchalantly glanced out the window at the other arriving students hoping for someone he knew.

Well, here she was for her sixth year. After snagging some OWLs, more than she had originally thought she would get, she was ready for the fresh school year. NEWT level classes just HAD to be cool, right?

Arden's bouncy hair was tied back in a white ribbon, and she was all smiles as she looked around for any of her friends. Yukie or Moz or anyone? As she peeked into compartment near the back of the train, she figured she get situated with Fynley for now. She may stay, she may not, but here she was, sliding the compartment door open. "Hey Fynley!" she announced cheerfully. "I'm coming in! Hope you don't mind!" the blonde giggled as she took a seat next to his outstretched legs.

"You're looking melancholy."

NEWT level classes might have been cool and exciting if your grades were good enough to be able to take them. Unfortunately, although it was entirely self inflicted and he had no one to blame but himself, there were only a few that this sixth year could take. On the bright side it meant that his options were limited and therefore it was easy to make a choice.

Unlike some people he was well acquainted to, Fynley really didn’t have any qualms about his alone time being interrupted. In fact he welcomed it. “No I don’t mind,” he replied offering Arden a small but genuine smile. He removed his feet from the seat opposite to give her a little more space and because he wasn’t a totally selfish and inconsiderate type of guy. His arms also unfolded in an attempt to not look as defensive and ‘melancholy’ as she had put it.

“I’m alright. I’m just.. tired.” Physically and mentally really do the statement was up for interpretation although he did offer further explanation. “I worked a long shift at Atticus’ yesterday for the last of my paychecks, stayed up late last night to pack and then pulled my case all the way through London to get here.” Being underage and having the Trace hindered his abilities to use magic to his advantage leaving him having to do it the Muggle way.

If there was one thing Ax hadn't missed, it was the heaving mess of the train platform. In fact, it was perhaps the first thing that had made him almost regret the decision he had made in the heat of the moment that summer - and then a few more 'heat of the moment's after that - in turning down that... help, or whatever. The thing he claimed not to need, and maybe didn't need, but could have been useful, and yet that he still rejected just to get back at someone who probably didn't even care, or would realise it was about them if they did know. Ultimately it meant the noise of the crowd was especially irritating, not helped by the fact that, unlike several other boys his age, Ax couldn't even get his head above the crowd.

So he'd got himself on the train as quick as humanly possible, ditched his trunk, and claimed an empty compartment (or, at least, scared off what he assumed was a group of first years, not that it mattered how old they were). Only then did he remember what it was like to be trapped on this thing, stuck in this long metal tube with other kids crammed into it, none of them very tolerable, all the while feeling like the walls were closing in. But it was fine, it was whatever. He'd deal with it. He'd dealt with worse.

Orienting himself so that his right side faced the compartment door, Ax pulled up his hood, crossed his arms, propped his feet on the seat across from him, and glowering straight ahead. Exuding 'Do Not Approach' vibes like he was born to it.

Back to Hogwarts after... what, two years? Probably a terrible idea, but what did that matter? Ax Flint was a seasoned pro at those.

The alarm clock radio blared it's morning ritual, ushering in his departure for lands unknown. The sun light bit down through the blinds, and pierced through Mathius's eyelids. "wake me up before you go go" was picking into my brain, he hated that song. Its melody and awful lyrics put it at the bottom of his life's sound track. Feeling like he had ten grade sand paper grit in his eyes, he lazily rubs the sleep from them. Mathius could hear the ruckus coming from the breakfast table below him, the raised voices of his family starting their day wasn't angry, just noisy. While searching for the "I'm up, just be quiet already" button, his hand found what felt like a squashy bag of water covered in fur. His portly Grey cat started it's purring, almost loud enough to drown out the music. Lying in the crook of Mathius's neck, and taking up most of his pillow, his cat Hana gave him a half lidded stare as if to say "i know you have to get up, but must you disturb my beauty sleep?" Grabbing his trunk, satchel and cat rushing downstairs to get dropped off at the train station.

After an awkward time getting into the station, then platform 9 3/4s, chaos... We are talking full blown fox in the hen house, def con 4 confusion in the place. He found a place to stow his big oaken trunk, before not so much slinked along the corridors, but quietly observe. This was his chance to observe not only those... "We" he had to correct himself, wizards and witches, But potential friends and foes alike. The cat purred all the louder, If cats could snigger it would have.

Violeta was in her Attitude Era.

Honestly, it wasn’t her fault her parents were so bossy and kept insisting she take extra tutoring before OWLs. Could they cut her some slack? She had just joined a new quidditch league and had the BEST summer of all time. They really had to go and ruin it by talking about academics. And to top it all off, her grandmother had visited the ENTIRE summer and kept hinting that catholic school would be better for ‘a girl like Violeta.’

WHAT did THAT mEaN?!

The Gryffindor scoffed to herself as she stomped down the train corridor. A girl like her? Did she mean TALENTED and VIVACIOUS and KIND and STYLE always on POINT? Because if she didn’t then Violeta had no idea what the older woman was talking about. Definitely not this granddaughter. Maybe she meant one of the other twenty-something granddaughters she had.

Anywaaay, all of that made for a grumpy Violeta and she needed to cool down before she bumped into Momo or one of her friends. Slipping into an empty compartment as she pressed her palms to her eyes (she didn’t bother to make sure if it was empty), she let out a string of sentences in Spanish, all complaints about her grandmother and bossy people.

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NEWT level classes might have been cool and exciting if your grades were good enough to be able to take them. Unfortunately, although it was entirely self inflicted and he had no one to blame but himself, there were only a few that this sixth year could take. On the bright side it meant that his options were limited and therefore it was easy to make a choice.

Unlike some people he was well acquainted to, Fynley really didn’t have any qualms about his alone time being interrupted. In fact he welcomed it. “No I don’t mind,” he replied offering Arden a small but genuine smile. He removed his feet from the seat opposite to give her a little more space and because he wasn’t a totally selfish and inconsiderate type of guy. His arms also unfolded in an attempt to not look as defensive and ‘melancholy’ as she had put it.

“I’m alright. I’m just.. tired.” Physically and mentally really do the statement was up for interpretation although he did offer further explanation. “I worked a long shift at Atticus’ yesterday for the last of my paychecks, stayed up late last night to pack and then pulled my case all the way through London to get here.” Being underage and having the Trace hindered his abilities to use magic to his advantage leaving him having to do it the Muggle way.

Tired, eh? Arden thought that was a decent excuse for looking "melancholy." She offered him one of her bags of veggie crisps. "Do you need a snack? That does seem tiring," she agreed. "Making your way through London was probably a lot. You did it by yourself?" she asked, since he hadn't seemed like he used magic. Arden didn't think she'd ever be able to get here by herself even once she could use magic. It just seemed....hard. And she didn't want to do it alone.

She opened her own bag of crisps and sighed as she leaned back. "Besides working, did you do anything else this summer?" she asked. She had done quite a bit, but she would be polite and wait until she was asked. IF he asked. If he didn't ask after her answered, she'd offer her answer regardless.

A loose curl had fallen in front of her eyes, and she quickly brushed it away from her forehead. The heat of Greece and the summer was not kind to her hair. She would be glad to be in Scotland soon enough.

Fynley had always assumed it was the Hufflepuffs that came prepared with snacks considering their proximity to the kitchen and not the Gryffindors. That being said he absolutely did appreciate the offer considering he’d had barely any time to stop for some food on his journey and has merely picked up a cereal bar from one of the vending machines at the station. There might have been very few things he was looking forward to about the school but the feast was definitely one of them. “Ugh yeah, I’m starving. Thanks” he grinned taking one of the bags and instantly ripping it open to consume.

Fynn had taken the entire journey by himself with no parental help for reasons he wasn’t sure he’d want to disclose publicly quote yet. “The issues with being under seventeen right?” Also of not exactly being on speaking terms with his parents and therefore there being no charms on his suitcase. It was a good job he wasn’t an overpacker really and anything that was sentimental was small enough to just throw into his backpack.

The topic of summer was a little touchy to the point where there wasn’t really much to say other than that he had engulfed himself in work and avoiding his parents house as much as possible. “No not much really. Other than spending time at my—“ He paused trying to think of the right word that didn’t sound too clingy but ultimately failing. “—Boyfriends house” Thank Merlin Joseph wasn’t around to hear that or he’d probably be teased endlessly for how cringy that sounded. Way too official considering the question hadn’t been explicitly asked but what exactly was the alternative?

Swiftly moving on.. “Hope yours was a bit more eventful than mine?”

SPOILER!!: A Mandrake! <3

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What Drake had not been expecting was the overall commotion that seemed to abound on the platform to board the train. He'd been able to give his Mum an extra long squeeze goodbye, and a kiss on the cheek while he choked back his tears. And then before he could wait for Gilly to board the train with, he was being swept away in the throng of students clamoring up the stairs. He'd debated finding a spot to just... stop so he could snag her when she made her way on as well, but the masses made him anxious and he hated the idea of being in the way so... he just shakily continued with everyone else, peeking here and there for any type of a familiar face or an empty compartment he could snag on his own.

He'd made it all the way to the back and was feeling even more frantic, before he spotted Aryan and with immense relief was able to dart his way into the compartment and plop down beside his friend. "I am SO glad to have found you! Where's Bryony?" He was already accustomed to seeing the blonde wherever he saw Ary, though he still couldn't tell if she actually liked Drake and his presence or not.

Ary’s nose was actually pressed against the glass window. His thoughts were on all that he was leaving behind, namely his fathers and the dragons and hippogriffs. It made him sad since it would be months until he would physically see them all. Then he did his best to remind himself what awaited him: Hogwarts, creatures, friends and Aunty Hady and her four children, all of whom he was close with. Especially Bryony.

Then there was the Sorting the little eleven year old was anticipating. He could hardly wear that Hat! Would he complete the circle of each Atreyu-Rehman offspring being placed in a different House or no? Time would tell!

Hearing the compartment door slide open, Ary turned to look over his shoulder. The newcomer was already sitting beside him and a delighted expression crossed his face when he realised who it was. Needless to say, the view outside lost his attention. “I was going to go looks for you after a bit,’’ Ary confessed, smiling brightly. “But you saveds me the hassle.” Unconsciously, he reverted to using an ‘s’ at the end of certain words, a habit reserved for those he was most comfortable with. “She lives in Hogsmeade so we’ll see her when we gets there.” Ary scooched in his seat so that he could look closer at Drake. “Are you okay?”

What the-

Ax scowled at the intrusion, was scowling before the compartment door was even all the way open - not that he did much of anything else with his face, it being the most natural expression to adopt for as long as he could remember, if he cared to try.

For a moment, he didn't say anything, partly because it had taken him aback, someone just barging in and saying who-even-knew-what, and apparently addressing it to the palms of her hands. Unfortunately, he quickly recovered his senses.

"What are you playing at?" Ax demanded, rankled particularly by the fact that he had not understood a word of it. She could have been saying anything. Sitting up, and planting his feet on the floor, he threw back a sentence in rapid German, something along the lines of this being his compartment and that not a single other soul was welcome here. By his standards, it was practically friendly, but enhanced by his general hostility, so that maybe it ended up sounding worse than it was. Here's hoping.

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Fynley had always assumed it was the Hufflepuffs that came prepared with snacks considering their proximity to the kitchen and not the Gryffindors. That being said he absolutely did appreciate the offer considering he’d had barely any time to stop for some food on his journey and has merely picked up a cereal bar from one of the vending machines at the station. There might have been very few things he was looking forward to about the school but the feast was definitely one of them. “Ugh yeah, I’m starving. Thanks” he grinned taking one of the bags and instantly ripping it open to consume.

Fynn had taken the entire journey by himself with no parental help for reasons he wasn’t sure he’d want to disclose publicly quote yet. “The issues with being under seventeen right?” Also of not exactly being on speaking terms with his parents and therefore there being no charms on his suitcase. It was a good job he wasn’t an overpacker really and anything that was sentimental was small enough to just throw into his backpack.

The topic of summer was a little touchy to the point where there wasn’t really much to say other than that he had engulfed himself in work and avoiding his parents house as much as possible. “No not much really. Other than spending time at my—“ He paused trying to think of the right word that didn’t sound too clingy but ultimately failing. “—Boyfriends house” Thank Merlin Joseph wasn’t around to hear that or he’d probably be teased endlessly for how cringy that sounded. Way too official considering the question hadn’t been explicitly asked but what exactly was the alternative?

Swiftly moving on.. “Hope yours was a bit more eventful than mine?”

Sure, Hufflepuffs had snacks a lot, but Arden was almost constantly hungry, and so she often had snacks, even in the library where snacks weren't allowed. Who had ever decided that was a thing, anyway? It was dumb. Arden felt like eating snacks while studying or doing homework always helped her and perhaps others, so why make it a whole thing that eating wasn't allowed in libraries? For the preservation of books? Pffffffft.

"Please, help yourself," she chuckled as she tossed him the bag. "I can't wait to be of age, ugh. To be able to apparate! It'll be awesome!" she opened her bag of crisps and popped one in her mind, relishing the crunch of it between her teeth. Sometimes you just had to eat something crunchy. She often felt that craving.

Wait....BOYFRIEND? "BOYFRIEND?" she smiiiiiiled and giggled into her hands. "Fynley! I am not in with the times or the tea - who're you dating anyway?! Someone HERE?" like, at Hogwarts? EEEEEEEEK!

Fynley could empathise with craving certain foods although it was the saltiness of the crisps he was looking forward to more. He accepted the bag gratefully and began munching on the snacks nonchalantly. “Probably one of the things I miss most about school, the feasts I mean.” He was sure no other school could match them in their catering.

“To be able to do magic in general. The number of times I’ve thought about how easy it would be to do something if I could just pick up my wand.” It wasn’t like he had to wait that long seeing as this was the school year he’d be turning seventeen but he really could’ve done with the ease that morning.

Arden’s enthusiasm about his relationship status was a little much. It wasn’t that exciting surely? Not for anyone who wasn’t himself or his partner anyway. Still he appreciated her interest and her exclamation was received by an amused laugh. “Alright, no need to declare it to the entire train.” Not that it was a secret or anything he was trying to keep but really it wasn’t anyone else’s business and their opinions or whatever didn’t matter. “I didn’t realise my love life was that exciting for you to hear about but yes it’s Joseph Schultz.” Perhaps they might have initially seemed an unlikely match between the sociable outgoing Fynley and the much more reserved and inwardly defensive Joseph but it worked and he was truly happy.

Back to his question. “Come on then what did YOU get up to?” Seeing as she had completely ignored his initial enquiry.

Violeta jumped, a restrained squeak slipping past her lips when she dropped her hands from her face. She wasn’t alone. There was a boy. UGH. So much for constant vigilance. She’d be soulless had there been a dementor in here. And by the looks of it, the boy here was no different.

Such a dark aura.

“I’m not–” She didn’t finish her quick remark as he beat her to it in another language. AH. She knew German, but he was going too fast and she only caught bits of it. In Violeta fashion, she was quick to jump into defense mode. Especially due to his tone. “Excuse you, I have a soul.” Couldn’t he feel the bright energy she radiated?

She gave him an obvious onceover. Feel her bright energy, mister MOODY PANTS.

Alyx Stone walked into the back of the train and she recognized a few people she hadn't properly met in Diagon Alley. She found an empty car with a room with sliding doors and no one was inside so she went in and put her luggage in the storage area, ready for the train to leave the station. Looking forward to Hogwarts, she was excited for new times in her life and was a bit stressed from all the major changes that were taking place. But, she knew she would be fine. Growing up a muggle, she only had had a few priorities, now Alyx was going to a boarding school halfway across the country where her parents couldn't reach her and knew nothing about what she would be doing.

For the first time in her life, she would be on her own. Her future friends would be hers to make and she would be responsible for growing the friendships, her parents couldn't get her out of mistakes she made, but along with the challenges, the possibilities were even greater. She was preparing herself to take an unknown magical adventure and learn many things that she couldn't possibly know what they were yet and she realized that the questions outweighed the answers. She wanted to make a friend, but she had no idea who to ask. She still wasn't even sure how to make friends, and she wanted to get close to a professor. She wasn't sure right now if she should start getting ahead on her schoolwork by reading, or if she should take in the whole experience. She decided to visit the food trolly. Maybe a group of students would be there and she could make a friend with one.

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Fynley could empathise with craving certain foods although it was the saltiness of the crisps he was looking forward to more. He accepted the bag gratefully and began munching on the snacks nonchalantly. “Probably one of the things I miss most about school, the feasts I mean.” He was sure no other school could match them in their catering.

“To be able to do magic in general. The number of times I’ve thought about how easy it would be to do something if I could just pick up my wand.” It wasn’t like he had to wait that long seeing as this was the school year he’d be turning seventeen but he really could’ve done with the ease that morning.

Arden’s enthusiasm about his relationship status was a little much. It wasn’t that exciting surely? Not for anyone who wasn’t himself or his partner anyway. Still he appreciated her interest and her exclamation was received by an amused laugh. “Alright, no need to declare it to the entire train.” Not that it was a secret or anything he was trying to keep but really it wasn’t anyone else’s business and their opinions or whatever didn’t matter. “I didn’t realise my love life was that exciting for you to hear about but yes it’s Joseph Schultz.” Perhaps they might have initially seemed an unlikely match between the sociable outgoing Fynley and the much more reserved and inwardly defensive Joseph but it worked and he was truly happy.

Back to his question. “Come on then what did YOU get up to?” Seeing as she had completely ignored his initial enquiry.

Arden nodded. "I would miss the feasts more if they had more vegan options." Was being vegan her whole personality? No. But it was bound to come up if people were talking about food. "Granted, I cheat sometimes and eat non-vegan stuff. But don't tell me' mam that," she grinned softly. "And yeah, I agree. Life will certainly be easier once we can use magic whenever we want." Not that her parents would reprimand her for using magic underaged; they hardly reprimanded for things normal parents would fuss for.

BUT LOOOOVE WAS SO HAPPY. "I think ALL love is exciting. I just...I fantasize about being in love myself someday. Not that you are - I just - you know, it's cute," she said as her cheeks turned just a little red. Her thoughts drifted to Moz, and kissing him, and what it made her feel like. She didn't know where he was, but she knew she would see him at the feast, most likely. He had been SUCH an amazing Troy in the musical, and her heart fluttered just a little bit thinking about it. Arden knew something was off about her friend, but she didn't know what, and she was a little terrified to ask what was wrong. Moz could be so distant, and she didn't want him to be even more so with her. Best to just...pretend she didn't know, so she could be his escape, an easy one.

And speaking of the play, Arden replied, "I got to see Mozart's play he was. And spend time with him a lot. Hung out with Ariadne and Aurora," who she loved dearly. "And lots of beach time. LOTS." Since she lived so near a beach.

Drake was REALLY nervous to put the hat on his own head. He felt like personality wise, he was probably the odd man out of their little quad. So he was REALLY hoping those rumors of the hat putting you where you asked to go was not baseless, because he'd at least know where Aryan and Gilly would have been placed before it was his own turn. And if the hat DID listen to requests, then wherever Aryan was Bryony would end up too anyways which would put them all together.

Having settled into the seat now beside Aryan, whose presence was comforting in general, Drake smiled at him and his confession he would have found him eventually. The boy did not doubt it. "I'm glad I was able to save you from that! There are a lot of people in the corridors. Do you think it calms down once the train really gets going?" Or maybe it was always chaotic because the food trolley existed. "Oh! That makes sense. Will she still get to go across the Black Lake with us?" He was pretty sure he'd heard that was the process for new students, but he wasn't sure if a Professor parent meant different arrangements. Which while practical, sounded kind of lonely. "I'm okay. I'm just kind of nervous. To think, we'll know in just a few hours what house we're in!" He was really really hopeful they'd be dorm mates.

The conflicting emotions of going to Hogwarts made Rowan's skin itch and she distractedly scratched at her bare arm as she stood on the platform with her family, waiting to board the train. She wasn't looking at them, she was distracted, searching for someone else. She felt her mother squeeze her shoulder as if reading her thoughts. Her words from a couple of months ago echoing in her mind, 'this is why I didn't want you to find him.'

She did know, deep down, that he wouldn't come, but that didn't mean it wounded her any the less. She forced herself to snap out of it and focused on her little brother who looked utterly bewildered by where he was and what was happening. Her father too, was wearing the same expression and she let out a sad laugh as she uttered her goodbyes to them and hugged each tightly. And then her mum. She could only be Rowan's mother with that mane of red hair. The tears came when they embraced. They promised to owl each other as much as possible, and that she could come home for all the holidays and see her muggle friends.

Her father loaded her trunk onto the train for her, and with a tearful smile, a ruffle of little bro's hair, she picked up the carrier housing Helix, and boarded the train.

She found an empty compartment and slipped inside, closing the door behind her. She made sure to sit facing forward next to the window so she could get a good view as they approached Hogsmeade, the cat carrier occupying the seat next to her. The train pulled out of the platform and she waved to her family, watching them disappear from view.

She sighed softly and wiped under her eyes. This was HER choice.

Everything was fine.

Emma couldn't believe that she was FINALLY getting to go to Hogwarts. She's been dreaming of this day since she was like six years old and now that she was here, the youngest of the Montmorency clan had barely slept a wink last night. With her trunk being pushed in front of her, the blonde eagerly looked around the platform for her St Woboldo's friends.

But before she could find Bryony or Aryan or anyone else really, her attention was diverted to the cutest of all animals. "Can I hold your cat?" She blurted out before even bothering to introduce herself to the boy.

SPOILER!!: Drake! <3

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Drake was REALLY nervous to put the hat on his own head. He felt like personality wise, he was probably the odd man out of their little quad. So he was REALLY hoping those rumors of the hat putting you where you asked to go was not baseless, because he'd at least know where Aryan and Gilly would have been placed before it was his own turn. And if the hat DID listen to requests, then wherever Aryan was Bryony would end up too anyways which would put them all together.

Having settled into the seat now beside Aryan, whose presence was comforting in general, Drake smiled at him and his confession he would have found him eventually. The boy did not doubt it. "I'm glad I was able to save you from that! There are a lot of people in the corridors. Do you think it calms down once the train really gets going?" Or maybe it was always chaotic because the food trolley existed. "Oh! That makes sense. Will she still get to go across the Black Lake with us?" He was pretty sure he'd heard that was the process for new students, but he wasn't sure if a Professor parent meant different arrangements. Which while practical, sounded kind of lonely. "I'm okay. I'm just kind of nervous. To think, we'll know in just a few hours what house we're in!" He was really really hopeful they'd be dorm mates.

If Ary knew how worried Drake was about not being placed with him or his sister, he would have reassured his friend that the Hat did take the Sortee’s preference into consideration; that this was not just a rumour. Ary made a face at the mention of all the other students lurking in the corridor. “I think it will after everyone’s worn out from the long journey. Good thing I founds this compartment early then. My sisters are off with their friends but only after I kept telling thems I’ll be fine on my own and that I was looking for you and Gilly.” Without a doubt, however, the twins at one point track him down to check in on him.

“I thinks she will.’’ Ary thoughtfully leaned his temple against the back of his seat, his gaze still fixed on Drake. "The Express comes to a stop ats the Hogsmeade Train Station. I suppose she’ll meet us there, then we all go over with the boats.” Yes, that made sense. “Where’s Gilly?” Had Drake managed to lose his sister somehow? “It’s okay to be nervous. You can stand next to me in the line while we wait to be Sorted if it’ll help.” Ary knew he wouldn’t stick around long since his surname started with ‘A’ but he could still be there for Drake for a bit. The only other time he felt such a high level of concern for anyone is Bry and her Ninja Warrior training stuff. “I can hardly wait, honestly. I really don’t mind which House I get into, but I hope I’m in the same one with at least you, Bry or Gilly.”

As far as creatures that could suck all the joy of out of a room, Ax could definitely give a dementor a run for its money. He'd fit right in, hood and all. His expression and his aura darkened still.

Again, she took him by surprise and confused him all at once. Ax did not like to be taken by surprise, he did not like to be confused. But it was like she'd understood him but not understood him all at once, and maybe in a way he was familiar with the concept of having zero idea of what was going on and like everyone was talking half in a different language (see: every school lesson he'd ever attended), but he was neither willing nor able to relate or empathise.

He bristled at that look, that all-over look, his shoulders stiffening. Oh yeah, Ax could sense her energy, alright; kind of girl who thought she could breathe fire but probably puked sunshine at best. He wanted those eyes off of him.

"So take your soul and go away," he grouched back. "This ain't a first year compartment. It's mine." She was not a first year, he could guess that much, but that hardly mattered.

Mathius made his way down the main passageway, left and right cars and cars filled with students. Some packed shoulder to shoulder, while a few compartments contained a lone wolf ir two. Trying not to call attention to himself, he'd glance into a car and make a documentary like comment under his breath. "The local flora and fauna may be dangerous, one may need to proceed with caution" he chuckled after his terrible David Attenborough impression. When finally he spotted a familiar face, it was Alyx, sitting alone in a cab. He gave a small wave and was just about to open the compartment door when he heard a raised voice behind him, he slid cat from his shoulders and held the beast aloft with both hands in a B-movie kung fu pose. Hana for her part sagged like a water bottle and looked contemptuous. Seeing no danger as yet he lowered his furry weapon, but there was a girl asking about his cat. "Sure" he said with a smile proffering his weighty grey pet, "She may look grumpy, but she's just a big softy" This is a thing all cat owners say, despite the cat actual disposition. "I was just about to meet my friend here" he said opening the door a little, "Care to join us?" The cat looked up and rolled it's eyes as if to say "Look what I have to cope with..."

There was no way this growing sixteen year old boy was going to restrict his dietary intake by becoming vegan. Maybe vegetarian and a desperate push but he enjoyed food too much. Besides, he liked to remain physically fit and that meant a lot of protein. “You’re missing out on all those amazing puddings” he smirked a little. “Trifle covered in cream, sticky toffee pudding and ice cream..” His stomach was practically growling at the thought. “Yes because I often send your Mum owls telling her what you get up to at school” he replied sarcastically, a cheeky smile gracing his lips.

Fynley didn’t recall mentioning anywhere that he was in love. His right eyebrow shot up in response to listening to her prattling on about what a fantasy as if she was some heroine in a romance novel. “Riiiiight.. well it’s still relatively new so..” His shoulders shrugged in response. Was he happy? Sure. Did his face light up and his heart beat faster every time he saw him? Maybe. But all this lovey dovey romance stuff was not particularly their style.

“The beach is nice. I live— My parents live near the coast.” Taking a stroll along the pebbles used to be the way he’d clear his head. “Sounds like you kept your time pretty occupied then?” Best way to be really, distracted. Obviously Arden hasn’t flunked her OWLs.