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Brenda
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Brenda walks down the narrow hallway, scooting past younger chilling, resisting the urge to push them over. She laughs to herself as she thinks of doing just that...she doesn't do it of course there would probably be major consequences to that, probably like suspension, or even expulsion if the kid poked an eye out or something. And she has done so much work to keep her grades up it would be a waste if it was all for nothing cause she knocked some stupid kid down.

Everyone in her family were surprised when she got sorted into Ravenclaw...Ravenclaw of all houses. As you would expect she acts as if she would be in Slytherin, but apparently not. She still loves her house, and she does her best to contribute to her house, but lets be honest...she's not that talented. The only thing she does well is quidditch, mostly because she get to hit big hard balls at other students. And she's somewhat decent at duelling, not the greatest, but she can win sometimes. She's not even that smart, yeah she isn't dumb, but compared to her peers in her house, she's probably one of the least intelligent people there. Plus all the stigma around Ravenclaws being smart and all doesn't really help with her situation.

Shaking the thought out of her head she walks over to the compartment she had been looking for and knocks on the door frame before opening the glass door a smidge. "Hey guys, any room for your ol' pal Brenda in here?" She smiles and drops her carry on luggage to her feet, tucking a strand of hair away from her face.

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When the compartment door slid open Aurora didn’t bother to see who entered. She knew that it was one of her fellow prefects. Instead she continued to gaze out of the window while stroking Imperia’s soft fur. The female purred deeply as she lay stretched out in Aurora lap. Briefly she wondered what time it was because she felt as if they’d been at the station for too long. Then again he could’ve been the fact that she was ready to return to Hogwarts and get settled in.

When the compartment door opened again Aurora looked to see who had entered, but only because Imperia had tensed slightly at the other feline who entered. “My summer was well and yours?” She asked politely. All those years of learning pureblood etiquette has taught her to use her manners often. Even at times when she didn’t want to. Aurora eyed him casually. The information she had on him was basic, like the fact that he was in gryffindor, a 6th year, and a half blood as well. “So you’re the new prefect, we’ll be seeing a lot of each other from now on. I’m Aurora Windsor, 7th year Ravenclaw. It’s a pleasure.”

Aurora opened her mouth to speak again but paused when the compartment door opened again. She raised a brow when she noticed who stood at the door. “Myrescough this is the prefects’ compartment. I’m afraid you’ll have to find somewhere else to sit…” She didn’t know how the 6th year had made her way to the wrong compartment.
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[QuirkyAngel]

Bartholomew (Barty) Farnsby
Compartment #3
"Tutors and books," Barty replied just before he heard a knock. A pretty girl stuck her head in, asked a rhetorical question, then promptly sat herself before Barty could even nod. The 11-year-old unconsciously straightened since he hadn't expected a female to actually enter his cabin. The stupidity of "girl-germs" wasn't something he'd ever considered, even when he'd first heard the concept in passing, but the opposite gender was still, in many ways, a mystery to the boy who lived behind books.

American, from the sound of her accent. Forward as well. But then, weren't most Americans forward? She was taller than him and, like Eoin, seemed to possess a cat as well. Barty hadn't even bothered to bring an animal since he'd been assured that Hogwarts provided provided school owls and he could only imagine keeping a pet would make a...mess...in his room. If he had to choose one though, it'd have been an owl for convenience or a toad simply for the lack of fur to drop.

He picked up the packet of every-flavor-beans Eoin denied and opened it. Truthfully, Ruben had snuck it into his bags telling him to take one if he needed courage. He'd scoffed at the absurdity of such notions, but didn't throw it away either. Throwing away food was something Barty didn't do even if it was just sugar, starch, and magic. Besides, as a self-imposed connoisseur of refined taste, he could appreciate the novelty of experimentation when it came to flavors...even if some of the flavors were less than desirable. Besides, it was an excellent marketing strategy, catering to the curious and the daring. Creating a unique brand of one's own was the basics of every business. And the proof of Bott's success was that the business was still around and would likely still be around so long as new and unpredictable flavors were produced.

Barty picked a random one.

Honey.

His taste buds were never wrong about such things. The fact that he didn't get an absurd flavor was a bonus for this luck he supposed - or at least, that was what Ruben would've said. Barty didn't believe in luck. It was all probability. The fact that he picked a good one now only meant that he'd get a bad one later. "The textbooks themselves are fairly clear and concisely written. I'd crack one open and read it over at least once before the lecture begins if I were you. That way you'll be able to ask questions once the classes begin."

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Ruben Farnsby
Compartment #7
"Beans. I meant some beans," Ruben flushed bright red when he'd finally puzzled out Brielle's comment about being witty. While he honestly didn't mind snogging a pretty girl, even did it on a dare once, shagging one, especially one he didn't very well, was entirely too crude of a joke for his tastes. Rude to a girl as well...and he had no intention of doing anything that would make his mother ashamed. Not anymore anyway. Fortunately, she seemed to take it as harmless flirting and further compliments towards her beauty. He himself was only half aware of what sort of reputation he carried among Slytherins...and had no clue about the 'Charmer of the Snake Pit' bit, since they only time he'd seen her were in Quidditch matches. Does that mean she's good in charms? "But I'll thank you for the compliment, Belleza."

Fortunately, Erika had come in at that moment.

He gratefully took a fudge, a warm smile on his face. "Hi, Erika"

It wasn't lost on him that two lovely ladies had just waltz into their compartment at the mention of chocolate frogs. Erika was especially attractive to his dormmates and up there on the 'List of Most Desirable Girls in Hogwarts'. Or, at least, the list in Ruben's dorm. He himself didn't really participate in those things because all girls were equally attractive in his eyes. Or at least, they each of the ones he'd encountered had a charm about them, whether it was physical or otherwise. Beneath her posturing, Erika was kind and Brielle...seemed quite witty and fun.

He was about to respond to the challenge of Gryffindors never being as cunning as Slytherins when, from the corner of his eye, caught sight of familiar, wavy brown hair just as it disappeared. He was used to random spells being thrown at him, since he was part of the duel club, and had a habit of unconsciously checking his surroundings wherever he went...and he was certain he'd seen it for a split second it'd been there. Aithne's face. Ruben was on his feet at an instant. "Aith--,"

Ruben stopped himself.

What would he do after he called her out? Obviously he couldn't question her whether she was a werewolf in front of so many students. Take her to an empty compartment? The loo? Even if he could find an empty compartment in the crowded train, it would certainly spread rumors. Every, single, student intending to go to Hogwarts was aboard the train at the moment, including prefects who would be morally obligated to tell a professor if a werewolf was among the student body. It wasn't a Veela, or a leprechaun, it was a bloody werewolf for crying out loud, Certainly he could use a silencing charm, and a locking charm, but it wasn't as if anyone with the capability who wanted to go in couldn't undo the spells either.

As if to further his thought, Charlotte walked in to announce the herself as the new Ravenclaw Prefect.

Normally, Ruben would be happy for the girl, and he was, but his mind was once more occupied by his friend who may or may not be a werewolf. Confronting her about the truth would have to be later. In the Gryffindor common room or something, but the train was far too risky. Ruben didn't always think things through, but he did have a working brain...and this was Aithne he was talking about. She wasn't his only friend, but it had taken a long time for them to connect. When they did, he hadn't found a girl he enjoyed talking to more. Beneath her sullen and withdrawn demeanor, was a sharp humor and a strong sense for justice.

"Congratulations, Char. You deserve it," Ruben hoped it the smile he offered Charlotte reached his eyes. It wasn't the Ravenclaw's fault his mood was less than ideal and, given her grades, and how caring she was, it only made sense she was made a Prefect. "Just don't take too many points from Gryffindor, yeah~?"

The last joke was to ease the tension that his sudden standing up might've caused. Dropping back down to his seat, Ruben found his gaze to the window while Brielle and Erika introduced themselves to each other...and shared their mutual love for chocolate? Or whatever it was girls liked to talk about. Ruben didn't know. He willed the train to get moving. The sooner they got to Hogwarts, the sooner he could confront Aithne with the truth, and the less he would have to think about it. This sort of thing really didn't suit him.

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[a z u l a]

Jade Lancaster

It was a new school year at Hogwarts, and it couldn't have come any faster for the youngest Lancaster. Summer meant going home to her father, watching her brother get all the praise while she was ignored and spending the entirety of break reading alone in her room. Every year she seemed to grow more and more distant from her family, Sterling was the only one who even bothered to try and make her feel welcome. Though the two siblings didn't see eye to eye, they still loved on another even if they didn't always express it.

The dark-haired teen stood on the platform, watching other families giving affectionate goodbyes to one another and her fellow students boarding the train with their friends. The youngest Lancaster was not nearly as popular as her older brother, Sterling couldn't go anywhere without stopping to say hello to everyone along the way, whereas most people tended to avoid Jade. Except Culloden, of course. The two Slytherin's had grown up together, they hadn't been close until Culloden had come to Hogwart's two years after her. Both of their families were disgraced by their involvement with Voldemort and death eaters and Culloden was about the only person that could keep Jade level-headed.

"Goodbye, Jade." Killian Lancaster patted his daughter gave his only daughter a stiff hug, quickly releasing her and moving to give his oldest child a much more relaxed embrace. The two siblings boarded the train, going separate ways as soon as they stepped inside. There were plenty of people her brother could go sit with, but Jade had a certain Slytherin boy to find. She walked past a few compartments before spotting her friend next to a brunette girl she'd never seen before.

"Hey, Culloden." She greeted, a smile gracing her lips as she slid the door open, waiting for him to move his feet before settling into the seat across from him. Luna hissed at the crup sitting in the girl's lap across from them, so Jade held the cat tighter, stroking her fur gently before her familiar finally settled down, though she never too her gaze off of the other animal. "Who's your friend?" She asked, raising a dark brow questioningly. Just like her brother, Culloden seemed to know everyone, though she didn't remember seeing this particular girl around before.

invariance birdgeoisie​

 

[Kittymonk]

Eoin Phoenix
Well, would you look at that? Just as Eoin was beginning to grow comfortable in his conversation with Barty, another new face arrived to further complicate things. Or two faces, more like--Friday tensed up in his arms when she recognized that another cat had entered the compartment, but Eoin tried his best to calm her down. He had no issue with the fact that this new girl was female--besides his sister, Eoin tended to get along well with most of the girls he'd met--but her accent made him more nervous than it probably should have. An American accent? Was she American? Eoin didn't know the first thing about America (besides stories here and there). What if he said something that offended her?

It was at this moment that he remembered his mission to act more like a Gryffindor. A Gryffindor would definitely not have this same problem. A Gryffindor would probably hold a conversation with both Barty and this new girl without any trouble. A Gryffindor probably would've eaten a bunch of Every-Flavor Beans all in one go, too, but he really wasn't racing to throw up any more than he already had last night--especially not when his stomach was nearly empty. He knew how to pretend to be "brave", but the false bravado just wasn't coming to him. He had no idea what to say--and it probably showed on his face as he watched the girl enter the compartment and sit down in one fluid movement, half of Barty's cake still hanging out of his mouth.

But after that, Barty kept speaking and it managed to bring him back into the moment. Right, Charms. They were talking about Charms. He and Barty were talking about Charms, and as soon as they looped this girl in, then the three of them would be talking about Charms. It was easy, right? It didn't sound too daunting on paper, at least. After taking a moment to take the cake out of his mouth with one hand and run his other hand down Friday's back in an attempt to calm himself down, he looked up to face Barty and the girl again. Barty said something about the Standard Book of Spells--oh, hopefully Aoife didn't think to remove his books from his luggage while he was sleeping, that definitely seemed like something that his demented kid sister would do--and now it was his turn to say, "Yeah, uh, that would definitely help. Reading the book, that is. The Standard Book of Spells." He was making a fool out of himself, but the words kept tumbling out. Is this why his dad always rambled? "I've never been the sort who could read a book once and get it--I've got to be able to do it just like that and know beforehand that I'm saying the right word and I'm moving my wand in the right way. If that makes sense." Now that his face was thoroughly red, most of Eoin's confidence was waning. He really wanted to make sure that this new girl didn't feel excluded--especially if she was Muggle-born and she had no clue how to add to the conversation--so he turned to her and instinctively let his eyes wander over to the wall beside her face so that he wouldn't make eye contact. "I'm sorry about that, we were talking about Charms. I'm Eoin, by the way." Yep, he definitely mucked that up--as to be expected. Hopefully the Sorting Hat would be willing to give him some slack and attribute this to nerves rather than cowardliness.

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[beeswaxie]

Ella Ward​

Ella grinned at both of them and held out her hand to shake. “I’m Ella. This here--” She gestured to her black cat who peered at them with yellow eyes. “This is Merlin. He's a little shy, but I swear he's kind.” She smiled at Eoin who had introduced himself rather politely which she appreciated. She would never admit it out loud, but she was insanely nervous that the students at Hogwarts wouldn't accept her because of her American heritage despite having family in the UK. Perhaps these boys could be her first friends? Maybe?

“It’s nice to meet you, Eoin.” She grinned at him. He was much shorter than she was-- in fact, both boys stood shorter than her. Maybe the British were just shorter in general? Her Aunt did tell Ella that her Mom was about the same height as she was when she was eleven… except she only grew another 2 inches before she finished growing. Ella always wondered if she would’ve been taller than her mom, or if they would be the same height. She would never quite get to see the comparison though. While Ella enjoyed Eoin's introduction, the other boy, who was blonde and chubby, simply just acknowledged her with a glance and continued the boys’ previous conversation. The witch frowned, having expected him to introduce himself. “You know, it wouldn’t hurt to introduce yourself.” She commented, organizing herself beside the blonde.

Ella promised herself that she would try her best to make friends this year, but she couldn’t help herself with her little snarky remarks. Were they snarky if they were the truth? She did have to admit that starting off at the wrong foot would probably not do her any good. Trying to rack her brain for any information on charms, Ella shrugged.

“I haven’t really looked through my books yet, but I’ve seen my Aunt use plenty of Charms spells. It doesn’t seem that hard.” It was the honest truth. She knew magic was much harder than it looked, as both her parents and Aunt drilled that into her mind, but harmless boasting didn’t really hurt anyone did it? Okay so maybe it would make her seem like a show-off. "My Aunt always told me it was harder than it looked though... But I'm still pretty excited." She admitted to the two of them, excitement exuding from her dark grey eyes. She immediately then began to wonder about which house she would be sorted into. Her Aunt told her that she and her mom were both Ravenclaw, but her father never went to Hogwarts and so she had no idea where that would throw her. Her Aunt was hoping that Ella would be sorted into Ravenclaw, but the witch herself wasn't so sure. She just wanted to be wherever she belonged, wherever that was. Looking at the two boys, she wondered what houses they would also be sorted into. Part of her was slightly worried that she wouldn't like her house, so she tried to not create much of an opinion on any of them. Hopefully, either boy would try to not project their opinions onto her.

 

[QuirkyAngel]

Kayla Bristlewood
Compartment #9
Kayla ended up wandering the train, helping a young student named Cedric Diggory find a seat amongst first years, before ultimately searching for one of her own. The train was absurdly crowded, though a majority seemed to be walking up and down the aisles looking for their friends rather than just choosing a seat. Since joining the frog choir, Kayla was no longer uncomfortable in crowds though, in many ways, she was still an introvert at heart and enjoyed her own private space to relax. So, while she did wave at the few members of the choir and orchestra that greeted her, the 7th year Hufflepuff still ended up slipping into what appeared to be an empty compartment #9 all the while avoiding those who knew, or may question her about Jazz.

The simple truth is that she hadn't seen him since singing at his graduation ceremony, where they'd broken up, and she didn't want to talk about it. Habits died hard and, while dating a Slytherin and befriending a Gyffindor had strengthened her resolve, Kayla still ended up avoiding the things she didn't like. Bill would be ashamed.

Bart's croaking from her shoulder reprimanded her and Kayla laughed. "You're right. He wouldn't be. He isn't the type."

She was layering her own insecurities on an innocent person.

Drawing her wand from the sleeves of her black robe, Kayla murmured a simple Expecto Patronum, watching as tendrils of silver escaped the tip and formed into a bat. A flying fox to be more precise. The blue butterfly that had once been her companion was no more. If she had shown it to Jazz, things might've been different. He would've been made aware of the extent of her feelings and the doubts he harbored would've been cleared to a degree. But would that have been better? Jazz had his own issues to deal with and, as she was now, there was no way she could help him. Not until she was able to break the curse even the skilled witches and wizards of St. Mungo's couldn't do. Staying with him would've only caused more argument...and she had no clue how the patronus charm worked. Or even when her patronus had even changed for that matter. What if it changed again? What if, somewhere down the road, something ended up causing her feelings to alter once more? Jazz would only be hurt in that case.

It's better this way.

Should there roads ever cross again, it would be when she was ready to stand by his side. Or maybe it wouldn't. Maybe he would find someone else to bring him happiness. The future was full of endless possibilities after all. Bart croaked impatiently.

"Yes, yes, let's get to practicing shall we?" Smiling at her familiar, Kayla canceled the patronus charm with a flick of her wrist and cast a simple silencing charm on the door, letting the magic spread from the door to the four walls, engulfing the entire compartment in silence so only those inside could hear. Rummaging through her luggage, Kayla pulled out a music sheet. It was a song she was quite familiar with, as it was recycled every now and then for the Welcoming Feasts, but practice made perfect. She was often complimented on her natural talent, but only those close to her would realize the effort she'd put in to get there. Closing her eyes, so as to test her memory of the lyrics, Kayla sung the song in acapella while Bart croaked happily along in rhythm.

 

[Mook-LandStrider]

Erika Holendorf
Compartment #7
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Turning her entire body towards Ruben she pulled her legs up and sat cross legged on the seat, her back against the side of the carriage with the window on it. "I cant wait for this year to start, It should be great, I mean it has been the last few years. Ugh.... the only thing I loath going back to is Defense against the dark arts. Now, I know thats all your thing there Mr. Wand Slinger but me personally, I am not the type of person that has a purpose hurling curses and such at people but I totally see how it can be fun." Erika began to say before thinking on it "Mmm... I dont even want to do quidditch this year, I really don't think I am going to." the tall blonde thought out loud, though she knew that her team mates wouldn't exactly be too thrilled with the idea.

Sitting quietly for a few moments Erika began to hum lightly "You all do anything fun this year?" she quipped, excitement evidently in her voice. Her own summer had been filled with travel and music, having accompanied a friend she had made and kept from when she went to Beauxbatons to a concert in the Soviet Union. "I got to go a muggle concert, it was incredible. It was Bon Jovi, Ozzy Osbourne and uhm... I don't remember the other muggle bands... there were like... alot." Erika trailed off before taking a deep breath. "My friend kinda pulled me along and said I was her muggle friend from boarding school. You see, shes dating this kinda cute muggle guy but shes really apprehensive about how to approach the whole 'Oh yeah, Im a bloody witch wont you just love me.' thing. But heres the kicker, she may have ended up nabbing quite the catch. We both have a sneaking suspicion that hes the son of some Russian mogul or something." she continued on, hoping the others weren't getting annoyed with her talking as much as she was.

Pushing the thought from her head she continued on "So he brought the concert up to her and after like two weeks I found myself back in France again before finally ending up in Moscow. It was a crazy trip and let me tell you comrades, I didn't exactly feel that great being back in the eastern bloc." the words turning alittle heavy, her necklace blinking once in response to her mind turning to her mother. "It surprised me but then again, I feel her boyfriend setup a bunch of stuff prior. Now, I seriously dont know that to be the case, but it was a great time. I didn't feel paranoid being on the streets like I did in Germany. Then again, alots happened over the last few years. I even got this big black circle like thing. When I brought it home and showed Bishop I tried to toss it and he stopped me. Apparently the muggles use this thing called Vinyl to put their music on and it looks like this other thing I played with in the past called a Frisbee. I can tell you, they are not the same thing."​

 

[Katt_thewolf]

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[a z u l a]

Sterling Lancaster

After a summer of freedom Sterling wasn't sure if he was ready to return to Hogwarts for his last year or not. If he wanted to become an auror after he graduated then he needed to excel in his studies this year. It was hard being home all summer, his father was constantly hovering over him and making sure he was doing his best to succeed and clean up the mess that his mother had left them. It didn't help that his father and sister almost never spoke with one another, and if they did they were prone to arguing. At least when he was at Hogwarts his father couldn't constantly pressure him, and it was nice to see how much more relaxed his little sister was once they returned to school.

Their goodbye at the train station was more than a little tense, but Sterling was used to it by now. Jade could be extremely difficult, but he still didn't understand the way his father dismissed her. Both Lancaster children were more than eager to get onto the train, though they both went their separate ways once they boarded. He walked past a few compartments before finding an empty one and sliding the door open. Sterling settled down inside, propping his feet up on the seat across from him and looking out the window as more students said goodbye to their families and boarded the train. He could use a few moments of quiet before the long ride to Hogwarts and the chaos of the school year began. This was his most important school year yet, his entire future rested on what he could accomplish this year. He would be lying if he said he wasn't a little nervous, not just about his last school year, but how much more pressure his father would put on him once he graduated.

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Brenda
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Brenda laughs and rolls her eyes, peering down at the girl. "Duh, I knew that," ...she didn't. "I just wanted to stop by and say hi to you guys, maybe have a little chit chat." She smiles and leans on the doorframe. In her whole time here at Hogwarts, Brenda has probably only talked to Aurora about five times. She doesn't really like her all that much, from the times that she has talked to her, it was mostly because Brenda was doing something wrong and Aurora felt it was her duty to step in...even though it kinda is because she's a prefect and all.

"What's your damage anyway, your tone seems very pointed, Aurora..." Brenda pauses for a minute, trying to remember the girls last name. "...Winsler?" She mentally face palms knowing that she got it wrong, she should've just stuck with the first name, but she would've looked dumb stopping mid sentence, plus Auroras the one that brought up last names.

 

[birdgeoisie]

Aithne Quinn​

The edge of the Gryffindor’s lips tugged up into a smirk. It was easy to see that Culloden wasn’t necessarily ecstatic that she was here. “Yes, that’s me.” She turned her gaze downwards, giving Frog a scratch on the head. She was always surprised that others recalled who she was. Not that she wasn’t distinctive in her own way, but Aithne tended to remain on the sidelines. She certainly preferred to be invisible, for the most part.

She opened her mouth, ready to ask the boy a question when Charlotte popped her head into the compartment. She left as swiftly as she arrived, and Aithne was barely able to squeak out a greeting before she was gone again. And just when Aithne had recovered from this sudden interference, another girl arrived. This one she only vaguely recalled; another slytherin, she was pretty sure. “This friend has ears,” She states, lifting her chin a bit. “Aithne. Pleasure to meet you. Sorry for interrupting this reunion- I simply needed a seat for the ride.”

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Thaz Slughorn​

Thaz closed his eyes as he leaned his head against the window. The sound of the train- all the muffled voices from other compartments, the laughter, the vague noises of other trains departing the station -was always a comfort. Not to mention the coolness of the glass against his head was helping to beat a headache he hadn’t even noticed when interacting with his parents.

Now that he was here, and beginning to recover from the absolute beating to his confidence that being around his family gave him, he could feel a small buzz of excitement resting in his chest. There was always something about coming back to Hogwarts that felt like pressing the restart button. Except there was one reset that he was very bad at pressing. As Aryan popped his head into the compartment, Thaz nearly jumped, thoroughly startled. But his expression of surprise was quickly replaced with a large, rather dopey, smile. “Oh, hey! No that’s fine, I’m not-” Thaz scooted to the other end of the seat, nearer to the door. He waved a hand to the adjacent seat. “You can sit! If you want. I mean, I- I wasn’t waiting for anyone. And hey, at least sitting with another Slytherin is better than being stuck with some snotty little first year, right?”

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culloden buchanan.​

after aithne confirmed she was who culloden thought, the cabin fell into an awkward lull. a girl poked her head into the compartment so quickly that culloden didn't even see who it was before they were gone and the slytherin distantly wondered when the train was to depart from the station. he was typically a bit later, so to wait for so long was testing his patience. it was only a mere moment or two later when the door into their compartment slid open and a familiar dark-haired girl entered the cabin. culloden quickly dropped his feet, struggling to maintain a nonchalant look on his face at the appearance of one of his best friends.

"hey jade," he greeted back, watching the exchange between the two creatures before jade raised an eyebrow to him about aithne. he was relieved to see her more amused than anything; it wasn't like jade was the most social slytherin - if anything, she was one down to her core - so an "uninvited" guest in their typically vacant compartment the past three years of school was a change of pace to be sure. as much as culloden wanted to share a reunion with jade, it felt strange to do so in the presence of aithne, who wasn't even from their house. so instead he turned his attention from the reunion begging to happen back to the conversation at hand.

"it's alright and totally understandable, though why you aren't with ruben is a mystery to me." culloden commented, perhaps attempting to egg aithne toward explaining herself and away from culloden and any questions about his summer or what he was "looking forward to" during the school year. in fact, he wanted to try and deflect as many prying questions as possible from jade, whom very few people knew a lot about, and gryffindors had a tendency to be a bit more forward with their nosiness than other houses.

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[The Cloak]

Lucas and Sam Wright:

"I'm a fifth year Ravenclaw and my unusually quiet brother is a fifth year Slytherin. I like to meet new people, so it doesn't bother me." Sam said, opening her bag and offering on of the many snacks she had brought along. "Would you like something? I have a lot, including muggle treats from America, some dingdongs and Twinkies." Sam said, pulling one of each out. Lucas had turned his attention back to the two girls and took out a snack of his own. "Lucas is really big into quidditch and I am big into transfiguration. Also, I'd heard a rumour that we have a new Defense against the dark arts instructor again." Sam said. Lucas finally chipped in. "I told you, the position is haunted. There can only be one instructor per year, then either they quit or something terrible happens to them. It's been happening for years, or so I've heard." Lucas said. Ch3rryBlossom28

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Travis Wright

The urge to smoke was overwhelming. He decided to slip to the rear of the train and walked out into the open area. He ignited a cigarette and took a deep breath. He blew out a large cloud of smoke and relaxed. Travis took a seat on the stairs and continued to smoke. He locked eyes with a parent, one he recognized from the war. "How are you doing Travis?" The man asked. "I'm okay." Travis replied. "Yeah. I get that. It's good to see you." He said. "Likewise." Travis stated, and shook his hand. "So, this is where you've been hiding." He said. "Yeah. It's a good job and it keeps my mind off the war." Travis replied. "Well, I'll see you around. I am happy to see that you're working at Hogwarts. I know for a fact my kid will be safe with you around. If you need anything, let me know. Here's my address, send me a letter sometime." The man said kindly, handing him a card. "Will do. Thanks for saying Hi." Travis said, and waved as the man departed. Travis looked at the card for a moment, and then put it in his pocket. He went back to his cigarette and waited for the train to depart.