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CHAPTER 1 ;
THE HOGWARTS EXPRESS
THE HOGWARTS EXPRESS
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KINSLEY X HUGO
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The station was cold, unusually cold. Cold like Christmas morning, where the freezing winter of the outside was only surpassed by roaring fire and wool blankets. It was almost bitter- unusual for a day like this. This was the first day back from holiday, where cheers should be high and laughter should be ringing throughout the platform.
Instead, it was quieter then normal. Kinsley's father had even mentioned the lack of activity before dumping both of the siblings off with a hug and leaving in his compact car.
By the time Kinsley and Carter stumbled through the wall and into Platform 9 3/4, the mood seemed to lightened up a little. Many Hogwarts students were already crowded around, mingling in their house robes and comparing train tickets with their friends. Carter was quick to depart from his sister the moment he spotted his own clique, waving her off with a grin and leaving the Slytherin to stand awkwardly in the middle of the crowd with a luggage by her side and an oversized owl cage. She waited for a few moments, eyes flickering about in hopes to catch a glimpse of familiar dark hair or crinkled blue robes. When her hopes became empty-handed, Kinsley simply sighed and made her way towards the train conductor who was patiently standing by an entrance of one of the compartments.
Kinsley shuddered slightly before gratefully taking the ticket from the waiting hands of the conductor. He offered a strange look, which Kinsley promptly ignored as she turned away and glanced down at her train ticket. On the top, the bolded words [/FONT]COMPARTMENT 73B lined the top- below was the where the seat numbers would be if it weren't blank. The young student frowned and stuffed the ticket into the pocket of her robes, stepping away from the gathering group of Ravenclaws and making her way near the back of the platform as Scruffy screeched loudly from his cage. Kinsley quickly shushed him, watching as students piled onto to the train and cleared more room for the station.
It wasn't long until the boy she had been looking for ungracefully stumbled through the brick wall and onto the platform, spooking a group of First Years who were unwisely huddled near the entrance.
Kinsley perked up her eyebrow as she carefully moved away from her luggage and owl and stepped towards Xavier Peregrine's luggage cart, plucking a book from the top of a very hasty pile of text as her fellow housemate was distracted from fixing his crooked tie. Kinsley leaned against the wall, humming with her improved mood as she glanced over the book title and skimmed through a few pages. The book looked brand new- a clean cover with a picture of a Chaser from Ireland grinning triumphantly as he holds a trophy.
"Quidditch Through the Ages? Is this a new volume?" Question the brunette with her sweet!y Welsh accent, curiously pinching a fresh page before looking up at Xavier. He was still, apparently, working on his tie- though he glanced up for the moment he was finished and offered a matching grin similar to the cover photo.
"Ya fuckin' bet it is," Xavier answered, snatching the book from Kinsley's hands despite her protests. "Who woulda reckoned I found this in the middle of Diagon Alley, ay?"
Kinsley frowned, opening her mouth to ask where exactly he found it, but before she could even stand up from the wall another, rather posh, voice popped up:
"He probably snatched that from Flourish and Blotts," Mayweather pipped up from the crowd, walking up to the duo with the usual tired smile on his face. Kinsley scoffed at Xavier before pulling away and turning to Mayweather with a friendlier greeting- only to be unexpectedly cut off by the forceful shove of a luggage cart moving between them. Kinsley nearly yelped in shock as she took a swift step away from the cart, and while it happened fast, the brunette was able to recognize the flow of long blonde hair follow after crisp green robes.
Kinsey narrowed her eyes and shoved a foot under the cart to stop it before Lola Caspian was able to disappear into the crowd.
Though at first her mood was improving, it was quick to turn sour once again.
"Do you mind watching where you're going?" Kinsley rudely cut in, lifting her chin at Lola, "Or is running over people's feet a normal occurrence with you?"
Instead, it was quieter then normal. Kinsley's father had even mentioned the lack of activity before dumping both of the siblings off with a hug and leaving in his compact car.
By the time Kinsley and Carter stumbled through the wall and into Platform 9 3/4, the mood seemed to lightened up a little. Many Hogwarts students were already crowded around, mingling in their house robes and comparing train tickets with their friends. Carter was quick to depart from his sister the moment he spotted his own clique, waving her off with a grin and leaving the Slytherin to stand awkwardly in the middle of the crowd with a luggage by her side and an oversized owl cage. She waited for a few moments, eyes flickering about in hopes to catch a glimpse of familiar dark hair or crinkled blue robes. When her hopes became empty-handed, Kinsley simply sighed and made her way towards the train conductor who was patiently standing by an entrance of one of the compartments.
Kinsley shuddered slightly before gratefully taking the ticket from the waiting hands of the conductor. He offered a strange look, which Kinsley promptly ignored as she turned away and glanced down at her train ticket. On the top, the bolded words [/FONT]COMPARTMENT 73B lined the top- below was the where the seat numbers would be if it weren't blank. The young student frowned and stuffed the ticket into the pocket of her robes, stepping away from the gathering group of Ravenclaws and making her way near the back of the platform as Scruffy screeched loudly from his cage. Kinsley quickly shushed him, watching as students piled onto to the train and cleared more room for the station.
It wasn't long until the boy she had been looking for ungracefully stumbled through the brick wall and onto the platform, spooking a group of First Years who were unwisely huddled near the entrance.
Kinsley perked up her eyebrow as she carefully moved away from her luggage and owl and stepped towards Xavier Peregrine's luggage cart, plucking a book from the top of a very hasty pile of text as her fellow housemate was distracted from fixing his crooked tie. Kinsley leaned against the wall, humming with her improved mood as she glanced over the book title and skimmed through a few pages. The book looked brand new- a clean cover with a picture of a Chaser from Ireland grinning triumphantly as he holds a trophy.
"Quidditch Through the Ages? Is this a new volume?" Question the brunette with her sweet!y Welsh accent, curiously pinching a fresh page before looking up at Xavier. He was still, apparently, working on his tie- though he glanced up for the moment he was finished and offered a matching grin similar to the cover photo.
"Ya fuckin' bet it is," Xavier answered, snatching the book from Kinsley's hands despite her protests. "Who woulda reckoned I found this in the middle of Diagon Alley, ay?"
Kinsley frowned, opening her mouth to ask where exactly he found it, but before she could even stand up from the wall another, rather posh, voice popped up:
"He probably snatched that from Flourish and Blotts," Mayweather pipped up from the crowd, walking up to the duo with the usual tired smile on his face. Kinsley scoffed at Xavier before pulling away and turning to Mayweather with a friendlier greeting- only to be unexpectedly cut off by the forceful shove of a luggage cart moving between them. Kinsley nearly yelped in shock as she took a swift step away from the cart, and while it happened fast, the brunette was able to recognize the flow of long blonde hair follow after crisp green robes.
Kinsey narrowed her eyes and shoved a foot under the cart to stop it before Lola Caspian was able to disappear into the crowd.
Though at first her mood was improving, it was quick to turn sour once again.
"Do you mind watching where you're going?" Kinsley rudely cut in, lifting her chin at Lola, "Or is running over people's feet a normal occurrence with you?"
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𝙨𝙚𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪, 𝙨𝙥𝙖𝙘𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙬𝙗𝙤𝙮.
lola caspian.
Lola despised holidays, she would often mutter something about being a cheap way for corporates to make money or bullshit her way through an excuse, but in reality, she hated the idea of spending time with her family. Her family home was once an eerily quiet and grand mansion, became a private hotel for any person with golden Caspian blood running through their veins. Her life became a living hell and Lola's brother seemed to enjoy every second of his little sister's annoyance.
The drive to Platform 9 3/4 was tense as the family of four allowed silence to envelope them whole. Lola had found a cherry lollipop to suck on during the car journey to keep her busy and ignore the thoughts that floated in her mind. Out of the corner of her eye, Lola noticed her mother, Natalia, lazily reading a book with the words too small to read. Her father, Adrien, hummed along to old jazz music he used to listen to while Lola's brother, Max, listened to his old Walkman player. With a huff and a disingenuous "love you too" escaping her lips, Lola tied her blonde locks neatly and wandered through the brick wall, only to notice how quiet the platform was yet not enough to care. After standing in front of the brick wall for too long, Lola felt a body bump into her. Her dull green eyes narrowed down as she noticed a young Hufflepuff with fiery red hair awkwardly apologising.
"I am so, so sorry- Me ma told me to run and I just-"
Lola popped the cherry lollipop out of her mouth and allowed it hang from her fingers "You better watch where you're going then, Raggedy Anne." The blonde hissed before slipping the lollipop back between her lips while swiftly spinning around on her heels and sauntered away.
Her feet took the lead and headed straight towards the conductor handing out tickets, pushing past others without a care as Lola kept a sour look etched upon her face. Just before she could stop and collect her ticket, she heard a voice with a familiar Welsh accent calling out to her. A soft groan escaped her lips as Lola turned around to face the person, her eyes glistening with irritation as she tried to keep a poised look.
"Do you mind watching where you're going? Or is running over people 's feet a normal occurrence with you?"
Lola battered her eyelashes as she plucked the finished lollipop stick out from her mouth and flicked it away onto the train tracks, a Barbie approve smile toying at her lips. "I'm sorry, was I meant to care?" She cooed with an evil yet innocent tone decorating her voice. Her gaze flickered towards Kingsley's hair as she watched Kinglsey move closer. Lola's bony fingers lifted a wisp of the Slytherin's dark locks, "Love what you've done with your hair, how do you get it to come out of your nostrils like that?" She taunted, a coy smirk plastered on her lips.
The drive to Platform 9 3/4 was tense as the family of four allowed silence to envelope them whole. Lola had found a cherry lollipop to suck on during the car journey to keep her busy and ignore the thoughts that floated in her mind. Out of the corner of her eye, Lola noticed her mother, Natalia, lazily reading a book with the words too small to read. Her father, Adrien, hummed along to old jazz music he used to listen to while Lola's brother, Max, listened to his old Walkman player. With a huff and a disingenuous "love you too" escaping her lips, Lola tied her blonde locks neatly and wandered through the brick wall, only to notice how quiet the platform was yet not enough to care. After standing in front of the brick wall for too long, Lola felt a body bump into her. Her dull green eyes narrowed down as she noticed a young Hufflepuff with fiery red hair awkwardly apologising.
"I am so, so sorry- Me ma told me to run and I just-"
Lola popped the cherry lollipop out of her mouth and allowed it hang from her fingers "You better watch where you're going then, Raggedy Anne." The blonde hissed before slipping the lollipop back between her lips while swiftly spinning around on her heels and sauntered away.
Her feet took the lead and headed straight towards the conductor handing out tickets, pushing past others without a care as Lola kept a sour look etched upon her face. Just before she could stop and collect her ticket, she heard a voice with a familiar Welsh accent calling out to her. A soft groan escaped her lips as Lola turned around to face the person, her eyes glistening with irritation as she tried to keep a poised look.
"Do you mind watching where you're going? Or is running over people 's feet a normal occurrence with you?"
Lola battered her eyelashes as she plucked the finished lollipop stick out from her mouth and flicked it away onto the train tracks, a Barbie approve smile toying at her lips. "I'm sorry, was I meant to care?" She cooed with an evil yet innocent tone decorating her voice. Her gaze flickered towards Kingsley's hair as she watched Kinglsey move closer. Lola's bony fingers lifted a wisp of the Slytherin's dark locks, "Love what you've done with your hair, how do you get it to come out of your nostrils like that?" She taunted, a coy smirk plastered on her lips.
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Xavier Peregrine ; Slytherin
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Location: Hogwarts Express
Mood: Intrigued
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"Octavio, ya need to go back now buddy, aight?" The small, green-eyed Muggle boy looked up at his older Wizard brother, glancing at the brick wall his cart piled with lugagge was facing. As he scrunched his nose and put on a confused expression, Xavier sighed and crouched down to his knees, scruffing his brother's hair. Saying goodbye to his best pal was never easy over the holidays, and it was likely that he was one of the only reasons Xavier bothered to visit Ireland during the breaks at Hogwarts. But it was time for him to return to his studies, and perhaps Octavio could have gone with him, if he'd received his acceptance letter which unfortunately, never came.
"Are you going to go through there?" he asked, pointing a finger at the wall.
Xavier nodded. "I've got to, buddy. And you have to run back to Aofie and Leo, they'll be leaving anytime soon ya know," he responded, poking at his stomach with a silly grin. Octavio giggled and pushed his brother's hands away from tickling him, a sad look returning to his face. Being the only Muggle child in the family wasn't easy, having heard tales about Hogwarts and magic all his life, but never being able to experience it. Xavier was heartbroken upon hearing the news that his little brother wouldn't join him in the Wizarding school but in the end, there was nothing he could do.
Before Xavier could say anything, a shrill female voice pierced through the air, calling out to Octavio. "Go," he said, smiling softly at him. "I'll write to you." Octavio pursed his lips and nodded, wrapping his arms tightly around Xavier and squeezing his chest in a warm hug. The Wizard pulled away, and he waved goodbye as the child ran towards his sister, vanishing through the wall before anybody could notice he'd disappeared.
Arriving at the platform, Xavier immediately ran into a group of first years who'd ridiculously been lingering near the portal. He shook his head and exclaimed a teasing BOO!, then moved forwards towards the train where his fellow peer Kinsley approached him, picking up his new Quidditch book he'd most definitely not stolen, flipping through the pages whilst he began doing his tie that hung loosely over his shoulders. Following their banter, a familiar ginger appeared from the crowd with a weary smile. "He probably snatched that from Flourish and Blotts," he remarked.
Neither of the duo captains were able to respond as a thin silhouette with long blonde hair strutted and shoved past the three, but halted in her tracks as Kinsley pushed her foot under her cart, bitterness tainting her voice. Lola slowly turned to her with a snide expression and a lollipop sitting in the corner of her mouth. "I'm sorry, was I meant to care? Love what you've done with your hair, how do you get it to come out of your nostrils like that?" she asked with a sickly sweet smile.
Xavier stepped in between the two, slightly crouching down and glancing over at Lola. "Why, she's just doin' what all we plebs do, Caspian. Following whatever you do, of course. How else would we dress and prep ourselves in the mornin'?" he grinned. Satisfied with himself, he stood back upright and gestured his hand towards an open door on the Express. "Princesses first."
Lola tightened her jaw, whipping around sharply and hitting Xavier in the eye with a strand of hair. "Oops, my bad," she said, climbing onto the train and vanishing out of sight.
"Rowdy one, she is," he laughed, rubbing the area she'd hit on his face with his palm. "We'd better get goin' before the train leaves, 'mon you lot." The three hauled their lugagge onto the train, proceeding to walk down the corridor but before they could move forwards, a slender black-haired though almost balding man with an odd small machine hanging over his chest stopped Xavier. Lifting a bony finger, the man rolled a tiny handle on the side of his rusty machine, numbers turning on the exterior design and three pieces of golden paper coming out of the front, he ripped each one off individually and then placed them in Xavier's hand. "Tickets," he announced, then moved aside for them to pass.
"Tickets?" he questioned. "I've already got one, I'm a fifth year." The man shook his head and pointed to the numbers on the paper he'd given to him, 'WAGON 8, CARRIAGE 73B, SEATS 1A, 1B AND 1C'. "Tickets," he repeated.
"I think that's where we have to sit," Mayweather suggested from behind Kinsley.
"No shite, well then, alrite... weirdo," Xavier mumbled, walking past the conductor and searching for their carriage. Slowing down, the Slytherin narrowed his eyes at the back of the train where it seemed an entire area had been blocked off. "Oi, ya see that?" he asked, turning to Kinsley.
Kinsley stepped forwards, squinting and cocking her head to the side. "I reckon that's why we've been given seat numbers, something happened back there," she stated. Xavier nodded, turning and glancing up at the golden writing inked on wood above them, CARRIAGE 73B, the interior empty besides a blonde sitting with her back faced to them.
"Well, either way, seats are here," he said, sliding the glass door open.
"Are you going to go through there?" he asked, pointing a finger at the wall.
Xavier nodded. "I've got to, buddy. And you have to run back to Aofie and Leo, they'll be leaving anytime soon ya know," he responded, poking at his stomach with a silly grin. Octavio giggled and pushed his brother's hands away from tickling him, a sad look returning to his face. Being the only Muggle child in the family wasn't easy, having heard tales about Hogwarts and magic all his life, but never being able to experience it. Xavier was heartbroken upon hearing the news that his little brother wouldn't join him in the Wizarding school but in the end, there was nothing he could do.
Before Xavier could say anything, a shrill female voice pierced through the air, calling out to Octavio. "Go," he said, smiling softly at him. "I'll write to you." Octavio pursed his lips and nodded, wrapping his arms tightly around Xavier and squeezing his chest in a warm hug. The Wizard pulled away, and he waved goodbye as the child ran towards his sister, vanishing through the wall before anybody could notice he'd disappeared.
Arriving at the platform, Xavier immediately ran into a group of first years who'd ridiculously been lingering near the portal. He shook his head and exclaimed a teasing BOO!, then moved forwards towards the train where his fellow peer Kinsley approached him, picking up his new Quidditch book he'd most definitely not stolen, flipping through the pages whilst he began doing his tie that hung loosely over his shoulders. Following their banter, a familiar ginger appeared from the crowd with a weary smile. "He probably snatched that from Flourish and Blotts," he remarked.
Neither of the duo captains were able to respond as a thin silhouette with long blonde hair strutted and shoved past the three, but halted in her tracks as Kinsley pushed her foot under her cart, bitterness tainting her voice. Lola slowly turned to her with a snide expression and a lollipop sitting in the corner of her mouth. "I'm sorry, was I meant to care? Love what you've done with your hair, how do you get it to come out of your nostrils like that?" she asked with a sickly sweet smile.
Xavier stepped in between the two, slightly crouching down and glancing over at Lola. "Why, she's just doin' what all we plebs do, Caspian. Following whatever you do, of course. How else would we dress and prep ourselves in the mornin'?" he grinned. Satisfied with himself, he stood back upright and gestured his hand towards an open door on the Express. "Princesses first."
Lola tightened her jaw, whipping around sharply and hitting Xavier in the eye with a strand of hair. "Oops, my bad," she said, climbing onto the train and vanishing out of sight.
"Rowdy one, she is," he laughed, rubbing the area she'd hit on his face with his palm. "We'd better get goin' before the train leaves, 'mon you lot." The three hauled their lugagge onto the train, proceeding to walk down the corridor but before they could move forwards, a slender black-haired though almost balding man with an odd small machine hanging over his chest stopped Xavier. Lifting a bony finger, the man rolled a tiny handle on the side of his rusty machine, numbers turning on the exterior design and three pieces of golden paper coming out of the front, he ripped each one off individually and then placed them in Xavier's hand. "Tickets," he announced, then moved aside for them to pass.
"Tickets?" he questioned. "I've already got one, I'm a fifth year." The man shook his head and pointed to the numbers on the paper he'd given to him, 'WAGON 8, CARRIAGE 73B, SEATS 1A, 1B AND 1C'. "Tickets," he repeated.
"I think that's where we have to sit," Mayweather suggested from behind Kinsley.
"No shite, well then, alrite... weirdo," Xavier mumbled, walking past the conductor and searching for their carriage. Slowing down, the Slytherin narrowed his eyes at the back of the train where it seemed an entire area had been blocked off. "Oi, ya see that?" he asked, turning to Kinsley.
Kinsley stepped forwards, squinting and cocking her head to the side. "I reckon that's why we've been given seat numbers, something happened back there," she stated. Xavier nodded, turning and glancing up at the golden writing inked on wood above them, CARRIAGE 73B, the interior empty besides a blonde sitting with her back faced to them.
"Well, either way, seats are here," he said, sliding the glass door open.
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Mayweather's short venture outside of Hogwarts came to what felt like an instant end; as if it had finished before it even began. Tired of spending yet another year gazing out the window at the all-too-familiar view from the inside of an uncomfortably desolate campus, him and his friend Teddy Lestrange decided to go on an impulsive trip to London, where they spent three days visiting tourist attractions. Mayweather gawked at the height of Big Ben as if he wasn't a London native who'd passed by the monument almost every day for three years. Even though they weren't the closest of friends, it was nice to have some company this time around. It was nice to feel that mutual sense of silent sympathy; to feel like someone else knows what it's like.
The pair of newly-bonded friends slowly strolled in the direction of Platform 9 3/4, carrying a suspiciously light amount of luggage with them. Definitely not enough to have been visiting family over the break, as Mayweather would claim to anyone who asked. Mayweather was deeply reflecting the past few days, staring off in a random direction.
"Mayweather? Mayweather??" Teddy tugged on the sleeve of his coat, pulling him out of his trance-like state.
"Yes, yes- I'm listening- I've been listening," He spoke fast, shaking his head.
"You head up by the platform, I'm going to stay back and wait for Bathsheba."
"Oh, right, okay- I'll... see you around. It was fun." Mayweather shot her an awkward thumbs up with his free hand, paired with a soft grin. He couldn't really think of what to say or how to say it without being overly sappy, but he figured from the expression on her face she understood how much the trip meant to him. On that note, he headed forward to the platform. His eyes quickly spotted a couple of familiar faces. Upon drawing near, he overheard the conversation between Kinsley and Xavier.
"He probably snatched that from Flourish and Blotts," Mayweather added in, referencing the new book in Xavier's hand. Kinsley turned to face him, and just as he was about to lean in for a hug (assuming that was the appropriate greeting), he found a notoriously familiar blonde rudely push between them.
"Do you mind watching where you're going? Or is running over people's feet a normal occurrence for you?"
"I'm sorry, was I meant to care?"
Mayweather's heart rate slightly increased. He hated arguments, and got just about the same amount of anxiety witnessing them as he does being in them.
"Love what you've done with you hair, how do you get it to come out of your nostrils like that?"
Mayweather tried to think of something to say; he just barely had something on the tip of his tongue, but Xavier interjected before he could continue. He swore to himself that he would have said something if Xavier hadn't spoken first, but he probably wouldn't have. Confrontation isn't of his nature.
"Why, she's just doin' what all we plebs do, Caspian. Following whatever you do, of course. How else would we dress and prep ourselves in the mornin'?"
He let out a silent chuckle, which was more of a facial expression than a sound. A couple more statements were shared back and forth before Lola boarded the drain, whipping Xavier with her hair.
"We better get goin' before the train leaves, 'mon you lot."
Mayweather let the other two board before him, watching them each carry much more luggage than he had. He glanced down at his own singular suitcase, hoping it would go unnoticed. He followed close behind Kinsley. He looked down at the ground as he walked forward, counting each step he made until the trio came to an unexpected halt, causing Mayweather to lightly bump into Kinsley.
"Sorry," He spoke softly, his gaze fixed on the odd fellow blocking their way.
"Tickets?" He heard the man ask. 'Tickets?' Mayweather repeated in his head. 'Were we meant to pick up tickets of some sort? Did I miss something?'
"I've already got one, I'm a fifth year."
The man said nothing; only pointing to a line on the paper he had given to Xavier that read 'WAGON 8, CARRIAGE 73 B, SEATS 1A, 1B, AND 1C'.
"Tickets" The man repeated. Mayweather peered over Xavier's shoulder.
"I think that's where we have to sit." He suggested, hoping he said something helpful or relevant. It was his first time coming back from a break at Hogwarts, so he wasn't sure if this was normal or not.
"No shite, well then, alrite... weirdo," Xavier proceeded forward down the train, followed by Kinsley, who was followed by Mayweather. He curiously glanced around the train, taking notice of all the little details.
"Oi, ya see that?"
"I reckon that's why we've been given seat numbers, something happened back there,"
Mayweather looked in the direction the other two faced, which was towards the back of the train. It seemed that an area of the train had been blocked off.
"Hm." He let out a soft, curious sound, staring at the blocked off area as he continued to follow the other two into the carriage, his eyes meeting with the same familiar blonde hair from a few minutes prior. Mayweather slid his single bag into the overhead compartment, and sat down in a window seat, avoiding eye contact with Lola. Kinsley snagged the window spot across from Mayweather, and Xavier took a seat next to her.
"So, how was your Autumn Holiday?" Mayweather asked, not looking in anyone's particular direction. It was meant as a general question for whoever felt like answering.
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Mayweather's short venture outside of Hogwarts came to what felt like an instant end; as if it had finished before it even began. Tired of spending yet another year gazing out the window at the all-too-familiar view from the inside of an uncomfortably desolate campus, him and his friend Teddy Lestrange decided to go on an impulsive trip to London, where they spent three days visiting tourist attractions. Mayweather gawked at the height of Big Ben as if he wasn't a London native who'd passed by the monument almost every day for three years. Even though they weren't the closest of friends, it was nice to have some company this time around. It was nice to feel that mutual sense of silent sympathy; to feel like someone else knows what it's like.
The pair of newly-bonded friends slowly strolled in the direction of Platform 9 3/4, carrying a suspiciously light amount of luggage with them. Definitely not enough to have been visiting family over the break, as Mayweather would claim to anyone who asked. Mayweather was deeply reflecting the past few days, staring off in a random direction.
"Mayweather? Mayweather??" Teddy tugged on the sleeve of his coat, pulling him out of his trance-like state.
"Yes, yes- I'm listening- I've been listening," He spoke fast, shaking his head.
"You head up by the platform, I'm going to stay back and wait for Bathsheba."
"Oh, right, okay- I'll... see you around. It was fun." Mayweather shot her an awkward thumbs up with his free hand, paired with a soft grin. He couldn't really think of what to say or how to say it without being overly sappy, but he figured from the expression on her face she understood how much the trip meant to him. On that note, he headed forward to the platform. His eyes quickly spotted a couple of familiar faces. Upon drawing near, he overheard the conversation between Kinsley and Xavier.
"He probably snatched that from Flourish and Blotts," Mayweather added in, referencing the new book in Xavier's hand. Kinsley turned to face him, and just as he was about to lean in for a hug (assuming that was the appropriate greeting), he found a notoriously familiar blonde rudely push between them.
"Do you mind watching where you're going? Or is running over people's feet a normal occurrence for you?"
"I'm sorry, was I meant to care?"
Mayweather's heart rate slightly increased. He hated arguments, and got just about the same amount of anxiety witnessing them as he does being in them.
"Love what you've done with you hair, how do you get it to come out of your nostrils like that?"
Mayweather tried to think of something to say; he just barely had something on the tip of his tongue, but Xavier interjected before he could continue. He swore to himself that he would have said something if Xavier hadn't spoken first, but he probably wouldn't have. Confrontation isn't of his nature.
"Why, she's just doin' what all we plebs do, Caspian. Following whatever you do, of course. How else would we dress and prep ourselves in the mornin'?"
He let out a silent chuckle, which was more of a facial expression than a sound. A couple more statements were shared back and forth before Lola boarded the drain, whipping Xavier with her hair.
"We better get goin' before the train leaves, 'mon you lot."
Mayweather let the other two board before him, watching them each carry much more luggage than he had. He glanced down at his own singular suitcase, hoping it would go unnoticed. He followed close behind Kinsley. He looked down at the ground as he walked forward, counting each step he made until the trio came to an unexpected halt, causing Mayweather to lightly bump into Kinsley.
"Sorry," He spoke softly, his gaze fixed on the odd fellow blocking their way.
"Tickets?" He heard the man ask. 'Tickets?' Mayweather repeated in his head. 'Were we meant to pick up tickets of some sort? Did I miss something?'
"I've already got one, I'm a fifth year."
The man said nothing; only pointing to a line on the paper he had given to Xavier that read 'WAGON 8, CARRIAGE 73 B, SEATS 1A, 1B, AND 1C'.
"Tickets" The man repeated. Mayweather peered over Xavier's shoulder.
"I think that's where we have to sit." He suggested, hoping he said something helpful or relevant. It was his first time coming back from a break at Hogwarts, so he wasn't sure if this was normal or not.
"No shite, well then, alrite... weirdo," Xavier proceeded forward down the train, followed by Kinsley, who was followed by Mayweather. He curiously glanced around the train, taking notice of all the little details.
"Oi, ya see that?"
"I reckon that's why we've been given seat numbers, something happened back there,"
Mayweather looked in the direction the other two faced, which was towards the back of the train. It seemed that an area of the train had been blocked off.
"Hm." He let out a soft, curious sound, staring at the blocked off area as he continued to follow the other two into the carriage, his eyes meeting with the same familiar blonde hair from a few minutes prior. Mayweather slid his single bag into the overhead compartment, and sat down in a window seat, avoiding eye contact with Lola. Kinsley snagged the window spot across from Mayweather, and Xavier took a seat next to her.
"So, how was your Autumn Holiday?" Mayweather asked, not looking in anyone's particular direction. It was meant as a general question for whoever felt like answering.
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KINSLEY X HUGO
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"I'm sorry, was I meant to care? Love what you've done with your hair, how do you get it to come out of your nostrils like that?"
Kinsley had whipped her hair back from Lola's touch with her teeth clenched and her face stoic. It seemed like Lola always came in during the wrong time, always found a way to anger Kinsley, but right now the last thing she wanted to do was start a heated brawl in the center of a crowded train station. Luckily for her, Xavier was able to break up the scuffle before it even began.
"Why, she's just doin' what all we plebs do, Caspian. Following whatever you do, of course. How else would we dress and prep ourselves in the mornin'?"
The brunette almost had the audacity to grin as she retracted her foot from out under the cart. It was satisfying to see Lola leave, glaring with narrowed eyes at the blonde whipped her hair at Xavier's face and stepped onto the train. Kinsley muttered something about dratted Caspians before shaking her bruised foot and snatching her luggage and owl. Scruffy screeched in protest and Kinsley simply sighed as she followed secondly onto the train when she heard Xavier's voice.
As the trio made their way down the corridor, Kinsley clutched tightly to her owl cage and curiously eyed several of the carriages. Most near the front were packed with First Years, all of them laughing and making plans on who would buy all the treats from the cart. Kinsley couldn't help but let out her tension with a deep exhale and a smile as she remembered her first day at Hogwarts-
"Tickets?" questioned Xavier. "I've already got one, I'm a fifth year."
The Slytherin was caught off guard by the confrontation, luckily stopping right before she rammed into her friend. It appeared Mayweather wasn't paying much attention either as she felt him bump into her with a soft apology. Kinsley simply turned her head for a moment to look at Mayweather and give him a kind smile, adding on a 'no worries' before turning back and eyeing the new tickets curiously. There was something unusual about this, and when Kinsley lifted her head to ask the intimidating man, he was already walking down the corridor and away from the trio. Kinsley raised her eyebrows, but kept quiet as the group of friends make their way to find their carriage.
"I think that's where we have to sit," Mayweather suggested.
"No shite, well then, alrite... weirdo," Xavier mumbled, walking past the conductor and searching for their carriage. Slowing down, the Slytherin narrowed his eyes at the back of the train where it seemed an entire area had been blocked off. "Oi, ya see that?" he asked, turning to Kinsley.
Kinsley stepped forwards, squinting and cocking her head to the side. "I reckon that's why we've been given seat numbers, something happened back there," she stated, feeling a bit uneasy. She wondered what was back there- maybe they were escorting a convict? No, they wouldn't bring someone like that to Hogwarts. Assuming they just might be making repairs, Kinsley turned away and entered the carriage after Xavier. She set down her bags, shoving them under a random seat while clinging onto Scruffy. When she had first shuffled in, Kinsley had noticed someone already inside their carriage. It wasn't until the Slytherin straightened her back that she realized who was unfortunately joining them for the ride- Lola, it seemed, wasn't very happy about it either.
They had already had their confrontation. If she didn't acknowledge Lola again, then there wouldn't be any problems.
A few awkward shuffles later and Kinsley had comfortably situated herself by the window across from Mayweather. She crossed her legs, setting Scruffy down by her side and leaning her head against the window as she felt Xavier find a seat beside her.
"So, how was your Autumn Holiday?"
Kinsley lifted her head up, looking up over at Mayweather with a smile growing on her face.
"Mine was alright," she began, refusing to even glance at Lola's direction. "Not much to do in such a small town full of elderly muggles, but hey, anything to get away from schoolwork. How about you, Vieuxpont? You look exhausted today."
Kinsley had whipped her hair back from Lola's touch with her teeth clenched and her face stoic. It seemed like Lola always came in during the wrong time, always found a way to anger Kinsley, but right now the last thing she wanted to do was start a heated brawl in the center of a crowded train station. Luckily for her, Xavier was able to break up the scuffle before it even began.
"Why, she's just doin' what all we plebs do, Caspian. Following whatever you do, of course. How else would we dress and prep ourselves in the mornin'?"
The brunette almost had the audacity to grin as she retracted her foot from out under the cart. It was satisfying to see Lola leave, glaring with narrowed eyes at the blonde whipped her hair at Xavier's face and stepped onto the train. Kinsley muttered something about dratted Caspians before shaking her bruised foot and snatching her luggage and owl. Scruffy screeched in protest and Kinsley simply sighed as she followed secondly onto the train when she heard Xavier's voice.
As the trio made their way down the corridor, Kinsley clutched tightly to her owl cage and curiously eyed several of the carriages. Most near the front were packed with First Years, all of them laughing and making plans on who would buy all the treats from the cart. Kinsley couldn't help but let out her tension with a deep exhale and a smile as she remembered her first day at Hogwarts-
"Tickets?" questioned Xavier. "I've already got one, I'm a fifth year."
The Slytherin was caught off guard by the confrontation, luckily stopping right before she rammed into her friend. It appeared Mayweather wasn't paying much attention either as she felt him bump into her with a soft apology. Kinsley simply turned her head for a moment to look at Mayweather and give him a kind smile, adding on a 'no worries' before turning back and eyeing the new tickets curiously. There was something unusual about this, and when Kinsley lifted her head to ask the intimidating man, he was already walking down the corridor and away from the trio. Kinsley raised her eyebrows, but kept quiet as the group of friends make their way to find their carriage.
"I think that's where we have to sit," Mayweather suggested.
"No shite, well then, alrite... weirdo," Xavier mumbled, walking past the conductor and searching for their carriage. Slowing down, the Slytherin narrowed his eyes at the back of the train where it seemed an entire area had been blocked off. "Oi, ya see that?" he asked, turning to Kinsley.
Kinsley stepped forwards, squinting and cocking her head to the side. "I reckon that's why we've been given seat numbers, something happened back there," she stated, feeling a bit uneasy. She wondered what was back there- maybe they were escorting a convict? No, they wouldn't bring someone like that to Hogwarts. Assuming they just might be making repairs, Kinsley turned away and entered the carriage after Xavier. She set down her bags, shoving them under a random seat while clinging onto Scruffy. When she had first shuffled in, Kinsley had noticed someone already inside their carriage. It wasn't until the Slytherin straightened her back that she realized who was unfortunately joining them for the ride- Lola, it seemed, wasn't very happy about it either.
They had already had their confrontation. If she didn't acknowledge Lola again, then there wouldn't be any problems.
A few awkward shuffles later and Kinsley had comfortably situated herself by the window across from Mayweather. She crossed her legs, setting Scruffy down by her side and leaning her head against the window as she felt Xavier find a seat beside her.
"So, how was your Autumn Holiday?"
Kinsley lifted her head up, looking up over at Mayweather with a smile growing on her face.
"Mine was alright," she began, refusing to even glance at Lola's direction. "Not much to do in such a small town full of elderly muggles, but hey, anything to get away from schoolwork. How about you, Vieuxpont? You look exhausted today."
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Edras Gedriel ; Ravenclaw
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Location: Platform 9 3/4
Mood: Embarassed
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As the sound of metal carriage on tiles sounded through King Cross Station, the Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff bickered back and forth walking towards the steaming Hogwarts Express. "I'm telling you, Wizard currency makes no sense. Twenty-nine Knuts make up one Sickle, and seventeen Sickles make up a Galleon. That means a Knut is worth £0.01, a Sickle is worth £0.29 and a Galleon is £4.93. That's absolutely ridiculous," the dark-haired boy Edras continued with his rant about the economics of the Wizarding World. Beside him his colleague Flint Rajorie pretended to listen, rearranging his cluttered luggage as to not let it sprawl over the floor and trip over a group of irritated Slytherins again.
"Is Knut pronounced with a k or a silent k? Or is the n silent and is it pronounced kut?" Flint inquired, scrunching his nose. Edras shot his friend a glare just as his cat Finnegan let out an ear-piercing screech, signaling he'd woken from his nap and nudging against the bars in the cage he'd been put in. "Even poor Finn is fed up with your rambling, isn't that right?" Flint laughed, poking a finger inside the cage only to whip it away as Finnegan hissed.
"Speak for yourself," Edras scoffed, lightly kicking the bottom of his luggage and speeding up his pace.
Though the holidays were a joyful time for the majority of students who went home to their parents and siblings, the only thing the young boy had looked forward to since arriving in England was going back to Hogwarts with his spells and books. Were it not for his aunts plead to visit her at least once or twice during the schoolyear and his best friends insistence to not sulk in solitary during their break, the Ravenclaw would've stayed behind in the castle. The past weeks had been filled with his aunts atrocious cooking, waking up covered in cat fur and spending hours watching Muggle television whilst trying to learn how to knit, Ophelia referred to it as a "bonding experience", but Edras found it to be excruciatingly boring, and there was probably a spell out there for an instant sweater anyway.
Not paying attention to where he was walking whilst lost in thought, Edras snapped back to reality upon hearing Flint call his name from behind him, he turned around and opened his mouth to blurt out a teasing comment but before he could get a word out- SLAM! Edras jerked backwards, stumbling not to let his lugagge and cat cage fall over. "Christ, sorry, I wasn't looking-" Immediately upon looking up at the person he'd crashed into his face flushed with embarassment, being greeted by a familiar face with a mane of curly dark brown hair.
"Afternoon Teddy," Flint's smug voice arose next to Edras. "Sorry about this mong, he's heavily discoordinated."
"Is Knut pronounced with a k or a silent k? Or is the n silent and is it pronounced kut?" Flint inquired, scrunching his nose. Edras shot his friend a glare just as his cat Finnegan let out an ear-piercing screech, signaling he'd woken from his nap and nudging against the bars in the cage he'd been put in. "Even poor Finn is fed up with your rambling, isn't that right?" Flint laughed, poking a finger inside the cage only to whip it away as Finnegan hissed.
"Speak for yourself," Edras scoffed, lightly kicking the bottom of his luggage and speeding up his pace.
Though the holidays were a joyful time for the majority of students who went home to their parents and siblings, the only thing the young boy had looked forward to since arriving in England was going back to Hogwarts with his spells and books. Were it not for his aunts plead to visit her at least once or twice during the schoolyear and his best friends insistence to not sulk in solitary during their break, the Ravenclaw would've stayed behind in the castle. The past weeks had been filled with his aunts atrocious cooking, waking up covered in cat fur and spending hours watching Muggle television whilst trying to learn how to knit, Ophelia referred to it as a "bonding experience", but Edras found it to be excruciatingly boring, and there was probably a spell out there for an instant sweater anyway.
Not paying attention to where he was walking whilst lost in thought, Edras snapped back to reality upon hearing Flint call his name from behind him, he turned around and opened his mouth to blurt out a teasing comment but before he could get a word out- SLAM! Edras jerked backwards, stumbling not to let his lugagge and cat cage fall over. "Christ, sorry, I wasn't looking-" Immediately upon looking up at the person he'd crashed into his face flushed with embarassment, being greeted by a familiar face with a mane of curly dark brown hair.
"Afternoon Teddy," Flint's smug voice arose next to Edras. "Sorry about this mong, he's heavily discoordinated."
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𝙨𝙚𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪, 𝙨𝙥𝙖𝙘𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙬𝙗𝙤𝙮.
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Teddy Lestrange had spent her holidays wandering around campus, writing letters to her aunt and cousins back home and taking a sudden trip around London with fellow campus chiller (a nickname Teddy made up herself to make herself feel less awkward) Mayweather Vieuxpont, spending a few days to admire London's monotone beauty while they waited for school to start once more. The raven hair girl was walking next to Mayweather, pushing the cart for a few moments before removing her hand from the bar to munch on some peanuts she had bought earlier. Teddy was happily recounting their adventure, her voice loud enough for Mayweather to hear, while her eyes noticing harsh glares from other students that wandered passed them. Her voice trailed off as she realised Mayweather hadn't been listening, tugging on his sleeve to gain his attention.
"Mayweather? Mayweather?" She asked with a raised eyebrow. His reply was fast and curt, which dazed Teddy but she let it slide, "You head up by the platform, I'm going to stay back and wait for Bathsheba."
Teddy grinned at Mayweather once more before moving away to find her closest friend, Batsy. The young woman stood out from the crowd, not adoring her school robes but instead an oversized red sweater and light jeans while she chewed on peanuts. She had forgot to have breakfast earlier thus the peanuts were the best option at the moment. Teddy didn't mind people knowing about her staying on campus during school; the student body already knew more about her own mother, anyway.
As she continued to look for her friend, not noticing where her feet were taking her, Teddy felt a large body bump into her. The few suitcases Teddy owned fell to the floor and peanuts turned into confetti as a handful escaped from the plastic packet.
"Christ, sorry, I wasn't looking-"
Teddy glanced up from the ground to notice Edras' cheeks turning a shade of rose and Flint standing next to the male, looking smug as per usual. A toothy grin played at her lips as Teddy fought the urge to blush. "Hey Flint," Teddy nodded towards him, stuffing her packet of peanuts in her pockets before her dark eyes flickered back down to the ground, noticing a thick book that was a victim from the crash a few moments ago. Teddy bent down and passed the book back to Edras, assuming it was his, "It was my fault, I was distracted trying to find Batsy." She smiled, her eyebrows furrowed before speaking again, "Speaking of, have you guys seen her? I can't find her." Teddy murmured, stuffing her cold hands into her pockets.
"Mayweather? Mayweather?" She asked with a raised eyebrow. His reply was fast and curt, which dazed Teddy but she let it slide, "You head up by the platform, I'm going to stay back and wait for Bathsheba."
Teddy grinned at Mayweather once more before moving away to find her closest friend, Batsy. The young woman stood out from the crowd, not adoring her school robes but instead an oversized red sweater and light jeans while she chewed on peanuts. She had forgot to have breakfast earlier thus the peanuts were the best option at the moment. Teddy didn't mind people knowing about her staying on campus during school; the student body already knew more about her own mother, anyway.
As she continued to look for her friend, not noticing where her feet were taking her, Teddy felt a large body bump into her. The few suitcases Teddy owned fell to the floor and peanuts turned into confetti as a handful escaped from the plastic packet.
"Christ, sorry, I wasn't looking-"
Teddy glanced up from the ground to notice Edras' cheeks turning a shade of rose and Flint standing next to the male, looking smug as per usual. A toothy grin played at her lips as Teddy fought the urge to blush. "Hey Flint," Teddy nodded towards him, stuffing her packet of peanuts in her pockets before her dark eyes flickered back down to the ground, noticing a thick book that was a victim from the crash a few moments ago. Teddy bent down and passed the book back to Edras, assuming it was his, "It was my fault, I was distracted trying to find Batsy." She smiled, her eyebrows furrowed before speaking again, "Speaking of, have you guys seen her? I can't find her." Teddy murmured, stuffing her cold hands into her pockets.
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FAERWALD "flint" RAJORIE
hufflepuff, fifth year, troublemaker.
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Batsheba Rajorie ; Gryffindor
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Location: Platform 9 3/4
Mood: Excited
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