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sweetpinkpixie · 11-12-2018, 09:15 AM

Clean and sleek, King's Cross Station is one of the main train stations that serves both Muggles and wizardkind. The interior of the London station is exactly what you would expect. Within the Western Concourse are a variety of shops and restaurants (various clothing chains and coffee shops, a ready-made sandwich place, and a small market), so there is no need to leave the station without grabbing any last-minute necessities or a bite to eat. Just make you are using Muggle money when purchasing items, and definitely do not whip your wand out.

Magically concealed between Platforms 9 and 10, Platform 9¾ is famously known for housing the Hogwarts Express and taking students to and from school in September and June. As you walk buy, the occasional Muggle will turn their head but will think nothing of it. If you're departing for school, walk through the barrier, say goodbye to your family, and board the train -- it leaves at 11 AM sharp! If you're arriving from school, wait your turn to leave the platform so that the Muggles don't get too suspicious of there being an influx of people departing the station.

Platform 9¾ isn't the only wizarding platform available, however. In between Platforms 7 and 8 lies Platform 7½, which is used to transport wizards and witches to magical locations scattered throughout continental Europe. There are, of course, other platforms, though they are typically opened on an as-required-basis for one-off events that lure large masses of people into London.

OOC: In addition to the Muggle areas of King's Cross, character interactions on the wizarding train platforms can be posted here.

sweetpinkpixie · 11-28-2021, 08:06 AM

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Leander couldn't help but chuckle a little, bending down slightly to fuss the dog behind the ears. He didn't mind getting tangled up in the lead - it was only a little thing, so he figured his chances of being pulled over by it where pretty slim. He straightened up when the woman picked the dog up and offered her another smile, and the dog another rub behind the ears. "They're cute, though. Do they have a name?"

"Nothing to thank me for," he managed, shaking his head as amusement pulled his lips up into a smirk. She was completely right, after all - most people were too busy in their own worlds. But he was always aware of his surroundings, of the people who might be watching him. Maybe he was paranoid, but it came in handy at times like these.

A dog who was very pleased with all the attention they were receiving, tongue hanging out the side of the mouth and panting eagerly. The man even received palm through of slobbery kisses while he knelt down - something Jade was still working on with Coconut not to do to complete strangers as it was not always well received. Problem was that Coconut was a terribly affectionate creature with a particularly short attention span and memory when it came to reigning those habits in. One handler had suggested to Jade that she utilize a choke collar for training.

Jade never spoke to this person ever again. Barbarian.

"Oh," she laughed a bit while once again brushing some of her long black hair aside, she really should have tied it back more professionally. "This is Coconut, my overly affectionate and enthusiastic to a fault rescue dog." Right on cue, Coconut's ears perked up and panted all the more happily. Yes, that was their name! "And I'm Jade," she continued, finally tearing her attention away from her pup properly to look at the blonde and offer her hand for shaking. "And what can we call the hero of the hour?"

Harron Peasley · 12-11-2021, 12:45 AM

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A dog who was very pleased with all the attention they were receiving, tongue hanging out the side of the mouth and panting eagerly. The man even received palm through of slobbery kisses while he knelt down - something Jade was still working on with Coconut not to do to complete strangers as it was not always well received. Problem was that Coconut was a terribly affectionate creature with a particularly short attention span and memory when it came to reigning those habits in. One handler had suggested to Jade that she utilize a choke collar for training.

Jade never spoke to this person ever again. Barbarian.

"Oh," she laughed a bit while once again brushing some of her long black hair aside, she really should have tied it back more professionally. "This is Coconut, my overly affectionate and enthusiastic to a fault rescue dog." Right on cue, Coconut's ears perked up and panted all the more happily. Yes, that was their name! "And I'm Jade," she continued, finally tearing her attention away from her pup properly to look at the blonde and offer her hand for shaking. "And what can we call the hero of the hour?"

Luckily, this was a man who'd been licked my much worse than an adorable, tiny little pup. He was pretty sure that a tiger had once, or possibly just a very large dog dressed up as a tiger, but even so - this little thing had nothing on whatever that was.

"Coconut," Leander repeated with a delighted laugh. "Incredibly fitting." When she extended her hand, Leander offered an apologetic smile and raised the dog-slobber covered hand. "Whilst I'm sure you're used to it, I feel like it would strip me of my title of 'hero of the hour' to shake your hand right now," he couldn't help but joke. "And whilst I love being referred to as the hero, most people call me Leander." He added as an afterthought, running a hand through his hair before instantly regretting it, as obvious by his face.

Whilst he didn't mind an affectionate dog, slobber in his hair was not the look he was going for.

sweetpinkpixie · 12-16-2021, 03:22 PM

Jade's lips likewise curled into a delighted little smile, though mostly because she had a bit of an amused sort of chill running up and down her spine. The lovely thing about names was there could be multiple meanings applied to them and different origin stories. She felt confident that her reasons were different than how he interpreted the name to be fitting. "It's one of my favorite off white colors to paint walls," she offered as an explanation, feeling in a particularly good mood considering the circumstances and less frigid. "Never been a fan of the snowy white varieties, entirely too sterile and high contrast. More a color I like to use to tint colors that may be too unwelcoming." She paused a moment, purses her lips and pulls a bit of hair free that had blown into the corner of her mouth and caught on her rosy lip. "I'm an interior designer. And when I adopted Coconut...there was not a swatch nor space I did not incorporate the color somewhere."

Taking a moment to adjust her hold on Coconut, who had now decided to nuzzle their wet nose right into Jade's neck and folded themselves over Jade's shoulder, she easily committed the name to memory. Leander. "Perhaps the hero is more of a middle name anyway." Pleasantries aside, and before she could offer some of her wet wipes from her bag to take care of the cleanliness of his hand, Jade's mouth dropped open at a glacial pace while Leander instead took that same hand and combed it through his blonde hair. "...and most people don't resort to using dog slobber for hair gel," she teased not unsympathetically upon clearing her throat, now offering him some wet wipes in her outstretched hand.

Harron Peasley · 01-06-2022, 09:27 AM

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Jade's lips likewise curled into a delighted little smile, though mostly because she had a bit of an amused sort of chill running up and down her spine. The lovely thing about names was there could be multiple meanings applied to them and different origin stories. She felt confident that her reasons were different than how he interpreted the name to be fitting. "It's one of my favorite off white colors to paint walls," she offered as an explanation, feeling in a particularly good mood considering the circumstances and less frigid. "Never been a fan of the snowy white varieties, entirely too sterile and high contrast. More a color I like to use to tint colors that may be too unwelcoming." She paused a moment, purses her lips and pulls a bit of hair free that had blown into the corner of her mouth and caught on her rosy lip. "I'm an interior designer. And when I adopted Coconut...there was not a swatch nor space I did not incorporate the color somewhere."

Taking a moment to adjust her hold on Coconut, who had now decided to nuzzle their wet nose right into Jade's neck and folded themselves over Jade's shoulder, she easily committed the name to memory. Leander. "Perhaps the hero is more of a middle name anyway." Pleasantries aside, and before she could offer some of her wet wipes from her bag to take care of the cleanliness of his hand, Jade's mouth dropped open at a glacial pace while Leander instead took that same hand and combed it through his blonde hair. "...and most people don't resort to using dog slobber for hair gel," she teased not unsympathetically upon clearing her throat, now offering him some wet wipes in her outstretched hand.

"An interior designer?" Leander asked, more intrigued as the moment went on. He'd thought the name fitting because of the dogs white fur, both the colour and the fluffiness he always associated with the desiccated fruit. Jade's story, however, was even more wonderful, honestly. "You sound incredibly passionate about your work," he added - it was obvious in the fact that she'd named the companion after something related to his work.

For a second, he wondered what he would name a pet, if he ever had one. Maybe Bellini, or Botticelli, or Raphael. It didn't surprise him that the names that came to mind were related to his work, too.

"Bad habits," he managed with a slight grimace, gratefully accepting the wipes and using it to clean his hand. "Maybe this will stop me from touching my hair so often - apparently it's going to make me bald, or at least that's what my grandmother says."

sweetpinkpixie · 01-08-2022, 02:20 AM

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"An interior designer?" Leander asked, more intrigued as the moment went on. He'd thought the name fitting because of the dogs white fur, both the colour and the fluffiness he always associated with the desiccated fruit. Jade's story, however, was even more wonderful, honestly. "You sound incredibly passionate about your work," he added - it was obvious in the fact that she'd named the companion after something related to his work.

For a second, he wondered what he would name a pet, if he ever had one. Maybe Bellini, or Botticelli, or Raphael. It didn't surprise him that the names that came to mind were related to his work, too.

"Bad habits," he managed with a slight grimace, gratefully accepting the wipes and using it to clean his hand. "Maybe this will stop me from touching my hair so often - apparently it's going to make me bald, or at least that's what my grandmother says."

Coconut received another couple of kisses and little snuggle to the side of her pup's head. Coconut, and perhaps the color swatch too, had been there through a particularly rough patch. The sort that had brought her and her sister to live together. Something which, at the time, she had not realized she needed just as much as June had. Even if now the apartment was like a rainforest jungle and the vines seemed to have a knack for ticking her off. "I am," says boldly while combing her finger through her hair. "Besides my fur babies..." And one more kiss to the top of Coconut's head. "...the only loyal companion I had for a long time."

And there was a certain level on control as well, founding her own business and building it from the ground up. From the very company policy to the end look of a space, her hand commanded it all - with input from clients where necessary, of course.

"And what about you, Leander," she inquired as she gave him another couple of wipes. Honestly, he seemed to be missing a glaring spot and she really wanted to just lean over and clean it for him. But...another couple of chances before she did that. She was attempting to reign certain personality traits in. "A hair model? Or something in Cosmetology?" It was not a serious guess, but him mentioning that he touched his hair entirely too much brought it to mind.

Zoe · 04-27-2022, 10:24 PM

Technically he was on duty. Fortunately for the Auror, someone was covering him until the train left at eleven. While he had been in this exact station multiple time before, for himself and for his eldest children, it was a special moment since it was his son how would be boarding the train for the first time. Time sure flew by!

He had taken the liberty of pushing Logan's trolley through King's Cross Station, walking alongside his wife, daughters (the older two making no hesitation to dash ahead of them), and son. Once they made it to platforms nine and ten, he gestured toward the wall.

"Ready, everyone?" he asked. Frankie was very aware that this was not their first time through the platform wall, but he was savouring the moment. It seemed like it were only ~~twenty-three years ago~~ yesterday when he was boarding the train for the first time...

For once in his life, Logan was EXCITED about going to school. While St. Woboldo's was great and all, it wasn't Hogwarts. Now that he had a wand, he was finally going to learn proper magic. He was finally going to be Sorted, enjoy feasting on every bit of food in the Great Hall, and explore all of the castle's secrets with his friends. He was even okay with the concept of homework. For now.

It truly was a different experience walking through the train station. He had only been there to watch his sisters be whisked away to Hogwarts or pick them up during the holidays. But today was THE DAY. He had been dreaming of and talking about nonstop the past few months, likely much to the annoyance of everyone in his family.

But there was the wall! The blond-haired boy nodded. He was more than ready.

*Kolyander* · 04-28-2022, 01:22 PM

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Technically he was on duty. Fortunately for the Auror, someone was covering him until the train left at eleven. While he had been in this exact station multiple time before, for himself and for his eldest children, it was a special moment since it was his son how would be boarding the train for the first time. Time sure flew by!

He had taken the liberty of pushing Logan's trolley through King's Cross Station, walking alongside his wife, daughters (the older two making no hesitation to dash ahead of them), and son. Once they made it to platforms nine and ten, he gestured toward the wall.

"Ready, everyone?" he asked. Frankie was very aware that this was not their first time through the platform wall, but he was savouring the moment. It seemed like it were only ~~twenty-three years ago~~ yesterday when he was boarding the train for the first time...

For once in his life, Logan was EXCITED about going to school. While St. Woboldo's was great and all, it wasn't Hogwarts. Now that he had a wand, he was finally going to learn proper magic. He was finally going to be Sorted, enjoy feasting on every bit of food in the Great Hall, and explore all of the castle's secrets with his friends. He was even okay with the concept of homework. For now.

It truly was a different experience walking through the train station. He had only been there to watch his sisters be whisked away to Hogwarts or pick them up during the holidays. But today was THE DAY. He had been dreaming of and talking about nonstop the past few months, likely much to the annoyance of everyone in his family.

But there was the wall! The blond-haired boy nodded. He was more than ready.

When it came to their family, Hadleigh was very sentimental. Always trying to capture memories whenever she could. The years seemed to fly by them a little quicker each and every single day. The third baby, their only boy, was off to Hogwarts. She couldn't believe it!

Walking alongside her husband, she was able to keep a close eye on their older girls, both Melody and Nova breaking free from the group the moment they had the chance. Much to her disapproval. This was their brothers big day, it would've been nice if they stuck around for five seconds. Kids.

"Ready. Bry, come along," she reached for her youngest daughters hand so they could enter the platform together.

The seven year old blonde was more than a little upset this morning. Her most absolute favoritest person in the whole entire universe was leaving her. He was leaving her behind and he didn't even seem to care! How could he go on to Hogwarts and just leave her at home all alone?

Ready? No, she wasn't ready. And she wasn't about to move either. Small feet planted firmly on the ground, Bry stood right where she was, refusing to move. Not unless Logan paid her some attention and acted like he at least cared in the tiniest bit that he was leaving his favorite baby sister behind. Grabby hands at Logan.

Zoe · 04-29-2022, 12:09 AM

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When it came to their family, Hadleigh was very sentimental. Always trying to capture memories whenever she could. The years seemed to fly by them a little quicker each and every single day. The third baby, their only boy, was off to Hogwarts. She couldn't believe it!

Walking alongside her husband, she was able to keep a close eye on their older girls, both Melody and Nova breaking free from the group the moment they had the chance. Much to her disapproval. This was their brothers big day, it would've been nice if they stuck around for five seconds. Kids.

"Ready. Bry, come along," she reached for her youngest daughters hand so they could enter the platform together.

The seven year old blonde was more than a little upset this morning. Her most absolute favoritest person in the whole entire universe was leaving her. He was leaving her behind and he didn't even seem to care! How could he go on to Hogwarts and just leave her at home all alone?

Ready? No, she wasn't ready. And she wasn't about to move either. Small feet planted firmly on the ground, Bry stood right where she was, refusing to move. Not unless Logan paid her some attention and acted like he at least cared in the tiniest bit that he was leaving his favorite baby sister behind. Grabby hands at Logan.

One would think that this whole ordeal would be easier by the time the third child was ready to be sent off to Hogwarts. But, lo and behold, it was not the slightest bit easier. Packing the appropriate things had been, well, a lot of 'you can't bring the crup,' 'your drum set is too big for your trunk,' 'make sure you packed your trousers,' and parenting in general happened. Now there was the one thing Frankie had been simultaneously anticipating and dreading: Bryony's response.

Just like he wasn't surprised that his older two girls had dashed off, the Auror wasn't at all surprised by his youngest's behaviour. As cute as it was that she was refusing to move until her brother gave her attention, this was not the moment for such things when there was a barrier they had to get through within a timely manner.

So the man picked up the seven year old and set her down on the trolley. "He'll have to get his trunk eventually," he whispered to her with a wink.

A look was given to Hads. Hopefully a tantrum and tears had, at least temporarily, been averted.

It wasn't that Logan didn't care about how his sister felt. He did care: he had promised to write to her ~~whenever he remembered to do so~~, and he was planning on giving her a hug goodbye (begrudgingly, and if she wasn't going to be all weird and annoying about it). But right now he was like a horse wearing blinders; all he was focused on was boarding the train, reuniting with his friends, and finding loads of mischief to get into once they got to school.

That said, Bryony's grabby hands were not noticed.

Lost in thought and totally oblivious to what was going on with his little sister and his parents, the small blond-haired boy stepped toward the entrance to Platform 9¾. Out of habit, he held his breath as he walked through the wall. A loud exhale and a large grin followed once the scarlet, smoke-billowing train was in view.

*Kolyander* · 04-29-2022, 01:44 PM

Hady caught the look Frankie sent her. Winking at him in return and giving the tiniest nod of her head. She had been just about to scoop their daughter up had she not moved within the next five seconds so they wouldn't miss the train.

When it came to their children nothing at all surprised her anymore. No amount of sibling rivalry and tantrums or pranks really got to her. They were her and Frankie's children after all. One crisis after another had been averted all morning long and this was just another to tick off the list.

"Let's get through the barrier before we focus on hugs, hmm? Go ahead. I'll be right behind you." The brunette gestured for her husband to go ahead of herself with Bry. And right behind them she was, walking through the wall like a pro.

What in the name of rainbows and unicorns was this?!

The little blonde looked up at her father with big blue eyes as she was sat upon the trunk that was her older brothers. The very one that she had hid inside earlier that morning in a very failed attempt to go with Logan to Hogwarts. Darn, Bacon for giving her away with all of his constant repeating of 'Ninja' and darting around the trunk in circles. And he was supposed to be her companion! Her epic plan had been ruined however and now here she was stuck sitting upon it as they made their way through the way to the platform on the other side.

Oh, don't you worry family. If they thought she was upset before, they haven't seen anything yet.

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