Fandom Harry Potter Next Generation IC

[MegMath13]

Now, all you've got to do is walk straight at the wall between platforms 9 and 10. Best do it at a bit of a run if you're nervous. Molly Weasley

You repeat those words to yourself time and again as you near that dreaded column. No matter how many times you've done this, there's still that anxious feeling in the pit of your stomach every time you start your approach. That looming wall doesn't seem inclined to yield as you approach, and even though you've done this before, you still secretly worry that the wall will remain solid as you attempt to pass through.

With a clenched jaw, you press your trolley closer and closer to the brick pillar. You almost imagine hundreds of eyes on you, judging you for being so anxious about something so trivial. A few more steps, and the wall is now directly in front of you. As much as your common sense(or, more appropriately, Muggle-sense) tells you to alter course, you push your trolley defiantly forward.

A last intake of breath, a blink of the eyes, and the wall is no longer in front of you. Instead, you find yourself on the beautiful platform looking up at the old Hogwarts Express. The breath you now realize you have been holding is released. Just like every year prior, you've passed from the Muggle World onto the Wizarding world without incident.

Once more, you find yourself preparing for another year of education. Will you make new friends, or new enemies? Will you be the hero of your own life, or will that role fall to someone else? So many questions, and so few answers. The only certainty is that the future is uncertain.

Prepare your wands and quills boys and girls, because it's time to start another year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry!
POST BY One Mean Ghost

 

[One Mean Ghost]

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By some miracle, he'd made it through another summer.

A deep pain in his stomach reminded him of his neglected tummy. His belt had to be tightened so much that it no longer could be secured at the loops, and instead he had to tie it off in a rather medieval fashion statement. Thankfully, his button up shirt did much to disguise his malnourished state. Soon, he told himself, he would be able to eat to his heart's content at the Welcome Feast. He gritted his teeth as his stomach clenched just at the thought of food.

'Okay, don't think about the Feast until I get there... Got it...' He thought to himself as he pulled his trunk behind him. Unlike most students, his trunk actually had wheels and didn't need a trolley. Then again, his trunk was unique in a lot of ways, some more legal than others, but the wheels was the most noticeable difference.

Self consciously, he reached up to touch his scar, mentally running through his morning to make sure he'd remembered to put the contact lens in that changed the appearance of his wolfish golden eye to a more normal blue hue to match the other. The last thing he needed was people asking too many questions and drawing too much unwanted attention to stuff like that...

Speaking of unwanted attention...

Safe bet, there were probably a lot of fellow students that knew he was a busker now, or at least suspected he did street performances from time to time. Why? Why did he have to suddenly grow six-fucking-inches in one summer?! It wasn't bad enough that he now found himself whacking his head on particularly low door frames, but he had to buy new clothes to fit him. Granted 'new' was a bit of a misnomer. All of his clothes were bought from Muggle thrift shops. Thankfully, the basic clothes were affordable even with his meager work earnings. For now, he had worn black jeans, a white button up shirt with the sleeves rolled up above his elbow, and a simple maroon vest over the top of it. All purchased at a thrift store for just a couple bucks.

Being a busker was far from glamorous. You spent the entire day and most of the night on some random street playing music for passersby hoping and praying that they drop some money in your open guitar case so that you can afford to buy food. Somehow, once his family's savings dried up, he'd managed to get by each summer eating the bare minimum to stay alive so that he could afford school supplies for the next year. Fucking textbooks were always so ungodly expensive these days...

This year, he thought he had enough saved up for everything he'd need, plus a shiny galleon left over to buy himself a near-feast. He'd even accounted for getting his robes altered so they'd fit his increased stature.

Only, there was one problem...

"I'm sorry dear, but there's just not enough fabric here to alter it. The only option is to buy new robes." The seamstress informed the devastated boy. He had made sure to keep a few galleons extra to cover the cost of alterations. Three galleons should have covered it, with a fourth left over for his feast. Instead, he found himself staring at a 13 galleon price tag for the three required standard robes and one winter robe.

He bit his lip hard. There was no attending school without robes, and wearing his old ones was completely out of the question. "I'll get the rest." Dante said finally as he turned his eyes up to the middle aged witch. "Please... I'll pay you four galleons as a down payment, but I promise I'll get the rest by the time you close tonight if you can start the alterations." He didn't have time to wait. The next day, he'd need to catch the Hogwarts express, and he was already pushing his luck trying to get the alterations done same day.

"All I need is for you to let me set up outside your store."

"I'm afraid I can't have you begging-"

"I won't be begging. Promise! I'm... Well... I work as a busker sometimes. I'll earn the rest that way. Just let me set up outside. If you don't like what you hear, you can shoo me along and I'll try somewhere else. Just please give me a chance." Dante clenched his hands, his blue eyes pleading for some form of mercy from the seamstress behind the counter.

Perhaps she sensed his resolve, or maybe she just pitied the poor boy, but she ushered him to a stool so she could get him measured. "We close at seven sharp. You better work hard, young man" There was a smile on her lips though.

"I will, I promise!"

As soon as his sizing was done, he wheeled his trunk to the front of the store, out of the way of the window display, and opened the lid. Reaching deep into the trunk, he pulled out a simple acoustic-style electric guitar, followed by a tiny amplifier. Like many wizarding trunks, it bigger on the inside than the outside. In the case of his trunk, it contained an entire room that he lived out of during the unforgiving summers he spent away from Hogwarts. That's right, he both literally and metaphorically lived out of his trunk. He nudged the trunk shut with his foot, setting up his equipment and taking a seat on top of his trunk with his guitar's worn and battered case open in front of himself.

This was how he earned his living over the summers. Only this time, it was different. Normally, he performed for Muggles, the odds of seeing anyone he knew incredibly slim. Now he was right in the middle of Diagon Alley right outside of Madam Malkin's shop on the day before the Hogwarts express was due to depart. Odds are, there'd be dozens, if not hundreds of his fellow students passing through. Well, it was either let them know he was a busker or go without robes. Not like that was even a choice.

With a sigh, he made sure his guitar was in tune, keeping his eyes down to avoid making eye contact with any familiar faces. Once he was ready, he began the first song of countless songs he would perform that day.

Spoiler: skip until he actually starts playing

With eyes either down or closed, he spent the day playing every song he could think of. Some tossed a few Sickles his way, but usually it was a lot of Knuts. On one rare occasion, a galleon fell into his case.

When seven o'clock came around, Dante counted up what he'd earned. Of the nine galleons he needed, he'd earned 9 galleons, with a couple sickles left over that could serve as travel fare to get him to King's Cross. With a grin, he packed up his gear and made his way inside. The witch behind the counter had a surprise for him. Instead of the absolute basic black robes, she'd sewn Gryffindor-red trim into his robes, and it was quite obvious the material was much higher quality than what he had asked for.

As Dante raised his eyes up to the seamstress, she answered his question before he could even ask. "I gave you an bit of an upgrade as thanks for that beautiful music. I had so many customers come in commenting on how nice it was to have that music while they were out shopping. We had more business than usual thanks to your music, so a bit of an upgrade is the least I could do." She smiled at him and pushed the robes across the counter to him.

He lost count of how many times he thanked her before at last he had to leave.

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As he made his way onto the Hogwarts Express, Dante made a straight shot for the very last car on the train. Ever since his first year, he'd always set up back there. Not like he had much competition. Most students wanted to be more towards the front because of the nicer view. Thankfully, his favorite car was once more empty, and he made himself at home. Pushing his trunk towards the corner, he shut the door behind himself, though he failed to notice that it was still open just a crack.

Taking a seat next to his trunk, he popped the latch and a snowy owl immediately flew out to land on his shoulder. The sassy female quickly made a peck at Dante's ear.

"Yes, I know you hate being cooped up, Gwen, but it's either the trunk or the birdcage, and I know you hate that thing." Dante reminded the owl, who hooted rather irritably at him, fluffing up her feathers to show her irritation. Dante just shook his head with a smile as he smoothed out the owl's feathers. After a few moments, she seemed to relax, hooting rather happily as she nuzzled his hand. That silly Gwen never could hold a grudge to save her life.

After some time of enjoying a bit of attention, she hooted in his ear, looking from him to the trunk inquisitively. "You want to hear a song, Gwen? I thought you'd have gotten sick of me singing after yesterday" He smirked playfully at the bird, who promptly tried to peck his nose. "Ack! Okay, okay I get it!" Dante laughed, reaching into his suitcase to pull out his guitar before shutting the trunk just in case anyone came by.

"What song do you want to hear then?" He inquired. A quick hoot soon followed. "Huh... I didn't play that one yesterday, didn't I? No wonder you want to hear it" Dante chuckled to himself. Of course, he could understand everything Gwen was saying, one of the few perks of being a werewolf. Checking the tuning of his guitar, he started up Gwen's requested song.

Spoiler: That Owl's so Classic

Normally, the compartments were nearly noise proof. That combined with the general noise of a train full of students meant no one would have heard him playing guitar. But with his door slightly ajar, there was a chance someone could hear him. Not that he was thinking about that now. For now, he was just enjoying the song and singing like nobody could hear him.

He really did have a rather beautiful voice. It was a bit of a shame he never really sang and played around other people unless he was busking for money...

 

[Ves]

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He inhaled slowly - deeply, the crisp morning air filling his lungs with the comforting mix of engine smoke and frostiness. Even after having came to this exact station four years in a row, the teenager still couldn't stop the sense of freedom and giddiness that welled up deep in his chest, filling him with a hardy sense of excitement. Another year at school, sure, but a school of Witchcraft and Wizardry! There was so many things he already wanted to accomplish, and he hadn't even stepped onto the freakin' train yet. His regular grin was already spreading upon his lips, the fresh, angry red scar on his rugged jaw stretching alongside the dimples on his cheeks. "Daddy's back at home." His voice, naturally deep and rough, held an audible amount of happiness, even as he brusquely shouldered his weightless, oak trunk, the leather hand gripped in a strong, calloused fist.

"Oi, Muggle, mind movin' the bloody Hell out the pathway, yeah?"

Cael felt his good mood deflate, ever so slightly. His grin faltered, the broad-shouldered teen tensing when he felt a shorter, bonier body slam against his side on its way past. It was a Slytherin - that much was obvious from the douchebag's toxic and stuffy tone of voice. Usually, their attitudes didn't bother him all that much. Sure, if he saw 'em treating other students that way, he went out of his own way to stop it or play a prank on the perp, but for the past couple of years, he'd noticed a distinct...viciousness to the way Purebloods treated people descended from Muggles. It one-hundred percent the fault of the 'Dark Lady' bitch who wanted to be the next Lord Voldypants, and that entire situation pissed him off. Instinctively, Cael's grip on his trunk tightened, and the Muggleborn student took a step forward to sling the large wooden trunk at the back of the dick's skull, but common sense quickly kicked in, and he stopped himself a second away from launch.

"Deep breaths, tough guy. Cracking a skull at the start of the year is pretty damn stupid..." Cael mentally snorted to himself, his good mood effectively dismissed for the next few minutes. Honestly, it was sorta his fault, considering his current state of dress. A short-sleeved, V-Necked gray t-shirt, lightly torn jeans, and some leather boots he found for cheap at a garage sale, he was currently sporting a fashion sense that most blooded Wizards would automatically scoff at. However, considering the fact that he spent the entirety of the previous summer being 'tested' by Gringotts' slave-driving Goblins, in preparation for his Curse-Breaking apprenticeship...well, Muggle clothing was pretty damned durable, light, and comfortable, so it's what he wore for most of his break. If people got pissy because of that, then screw them.

Seriously though, he really was just loitering. A tall, intimidating Sixth year with a scar on his face, scowling at nothing while tightly gripping a trunk like a fucking war-hammer. Not the best sight for new students.

The thought managed to form a small smirk on his lips, even as he began to make his way towards the Hogwarts Express. Hopefully he could find a friend or two already taking up a compartment...a bit of goofing off and friendly socializing was just what he needed to shake the pissy mood he currently found himself in.

 

[FireMaiden]

Evanglina BlackWeaving her way through the crowd of Muggles, pushing a large trolley with her trunk and owl sitting on top, Eva's heart was racing like it always did at this exact time for the past five years. She couldnt help it, the excitement that pumped through her veins as she got closer and closer to the entrance of Platform nine and three quarters was something she expected every student to feel on this particular day. School was such an amazing experience, she could hardly contain the utter happiness she was feeling. Her Grandmother always said she needed to act a little more proper, but she wasn't here right now. Never the less, Eva contained her joy until she breached the barrier. Letting herself do a small dance, she almost immediately had to move as someone entered behind her. They muttered something about first years, which made Eva chuckle a little. She wasn't in her robes yet, still in her, well, Muggle clothes.

A short, black dress with three quarter sleeves, and some heeled ankle boots, she actually looked rather pretty. The Dark clothing complimented her fair skin rather well, giving her an almost porcelain doll like look; along with the ever so soft scent of vanilla that seemed to be following her. She was very confident with her look, despite what the other children might think. She smiled as she made her way towards the train, but stopped upon over hearing something rather rude. Three older Slytherin's were messing with two second years. Mudbloods they called them, which in turn, made Eva's blood boil. That was a common name she was called, and she knew how it made someone feel; so she left her trunk and made her way over to her fellow Slytherins.

Once she was behind them, she put on her best sneer, and tapped one of the boys. He turned, chuckled, and cleared a spot for her with them. Eva took a few steps forward, before putting herself between the other Slytherins and the two Ravenclaws. "You have about three seconds to back off before I knock your lights out," She growled. The three, much taller boys laughed, "What's the little girl gonna do?" One jabbed, which cause her to smirk. "Do you really want to risk finding out?" She asked, taking a step towards them. They didn't do the same, but gave each other an odd glance. The voice of reason for their group stepped up, and suggested that they maybe didn't want to risk getting into a fight. And pointed out that Eva didn't look willing to back down. And she wasn't, she hated bullying. So, the three just left in a huff, getting onto the train, leaving Eva with the two second years. "Are you two okay?" She asked, getting nods in response. "Alright then, bye!" With that, Eva returned to her trunk. Ves (Cause I think Cael is nearby?)

It was time for her to get on the train, yet, with one downside. The few friends she has weren't going to be returning this year, so she was stuck with and awkward train ride with people she really didn't know. Anyway, she climbed aboard, having a bit of difficulty with her trunk. But, after that, she quickly found an empty compartment, and started on making herself comfortable.

 

[DatBoi]

Little brothers were, in James' opinion, the worst invention ever created by man. They were small, sticky, annoying and - worst of all - talkative.​

"-and then," Albus raved, arms flying wildly in his blind passion and almost hitting a passerby, who shot them a mean scowl, "Scorpius just straight up obliterated the queen! It was incredible. It was utterly breathtaking. It was- it was-"

"It was chess." James finished for him, deadpan. "No one cares about chess, Al."

His little brother huffed, and swung his trolley to collide with James', who hastened to regain control over it before it hit Dominique's. "I do." Albus stressed. "And Scorpius does."

"Well!" James gasped with parodic fervour. "Congratulations! You're both nerds!"

"I think it's adorable." Fleur drawled, accent thick despite her home in England.

"Blimey. Hear that, Al? You're adorable." James teased. Albus scowled.

Ahead of them, the crowd thinned and they neared the entrance to Platform 9 and 3/4. Fleur came to a halt, and her three charges were left scrambling to skid their trolleys - heaped with trunks and cages - to a similar stop. "Alas," Fleur sighed, "This is where I leave you. I have a meeting to catch, one more important than you."

"Jeez, mum, thanks." Dominique grimaced, "Love you too."

"You know I tease you," Fleur admonished with a breathy laugh. "Goodbye, and look after the little ones, Dominique." And with a light kiss for each of them, the woman floated away. Immediately, Albus broke away from the clump of family and into a run, through the blockade and onto the platform. Dominique positioned herself to go after him, but was stopped by a hold on her arm. James looked at her with concern.

"Why does Aunt Fleur have a meeting? She doesn't have a job." He asked, confusion written in the lines of his face. Dominique faltered for a moment, glanced around then lent in conspiratorially.

"Victoire says," she said in a hushed whisper, "that the old Order of the Phoenix members have been getting together. You know, because of the-" her voice grew even lower, "-Dark Lady."

James pushed her away, annoyed at her theatrics. "Don't be an idiot, Dom." He snapped, "She's not that big of a deal."

Dominique glowered. "Big enough deal for your parents to go int hiding." She taunted, but immediately her features softened. "Gosh, I'm sorry-"

James shot daggers at her, then cut her off by turning resolutely towards the barrier and vaulting himself onto the platform. He didn't look to see if his cousin followed, instead setting off towards the Hogwarts Express, determined to enjoy the coming year.

 

[AI10100]

Mood: Impartial
Location: Knight Bus --> King's Cross Station --> Hogwarts Express
Interacting with: Felix, Caelum
Mentions: Ves

As per usual, their parents weren't present as they planned a way to get to the train station. Something that had been the norm since the year prior to now. Their mother was off somewhere and their father was too busy researching in another country to take their children to school. It never really bothered them. Harold, their uncle, usually took them but since he's been arrested and kicked into Azkaban, there really was no other choice aside from just the two of them being there. Though, she did miss hearing the stories of her uncle whenever he would drive them, she knew that there was nothing she could do for now. Risking her life and studies right now would not be ideal.

While they had recently gotten their Apparition licenses and the fact that they could just catch the next portkey towards the train station, the two decided to simply catch the Knight Bus like they did before. Felissa brandished her wand and then said, "Lumos." She then waved her wand and then the Knight Bus stopped in front of the two of them moments later. "Nox." The light faded from the tip of their wand. After the greeting towards the conductor and the driver, they immediately entered with luggage in tow. While it was still at an ungodly hour of the morning and there was the fact that the station might not even open for a while, they knew that this was the only chance they would get to ride the Knight Bus once again to arrive at their destination. Besides, they could simply change into their animagi form so that they can sleep around comfortably. Since the muggles wouldn't really see them after they go past the pillar.

She flipped another page of her book, careful not to wake up her slumbering brother off to the side. The ride was usually bumpy but her brother seemed entirely unperturbed, and so was she. They were the last to be let off so they spent a good amount of time being thrown here and there. Once you get used to it, really, it was no bother. Felissa had decided to graciously not accept the hot chocolate, knowing from experience that it wouldn't turn out good. After a good amount of time, the Knight Bus stopped and they were called by the conductor. She woke her brother up and then descended the steps.

"Have a good year kids!"

Felissa smiled at him and waved before they both left. Sneaking into the station, they delved into the wall without an inkling of hesitation. After that, they simply stayed there for a while - waving to the occasional wizard security who managed to sense them and headed over to check what was going on - only to be relieved to see that it was only those two. When the sun rose and students started coming in, she dusted herself off and then looked towards her brother. "I'm heading on ahead, alright? See you later." She told him before entering the Hogwarts Express. Her roommates weren't there yet so she figured she should just pick out a random compartment and see what sticks. Her eyes were drawn to a familiar male. She weighed the pros and cons of her approaching him, but figured it wouldn't hurt too much. After stowing away her things, she tapped him lightly on the shoulder.

"You look agitated. You're scaring the younger students." She said. While she normally wouldn't bother with actually approaching him first, the mere fact that he looked like he was ready to strangle someone to death convinced her otherwise. "I assume something happened already?" She asked in an exasperated voice. This was too early for her to deal with. Hopefully, those weren't Ravenclaw students. She would make sure that they would get a piece of her mind if they were. She'd already taught some about the consequences of being idiotic and bullying others, but it might end up with her giving them a refresher course.

Mood: Sleepy, Irritated, Happy
Location: Knight Bus --> King's Cross Station
Interacting with: Felissa, Dominique
Mentions: DatBoi

Felix practically spent the entire early morning to when the students started to trickle in, sleeping. With his sister dragging him around, guiding him, he didn't need to fully open his consciousness to any other place aside from the immediate area so he wouldn't bump into things - not that he didn't believe in his sister. After reaching the station, he quickly shifted into his animagus form and curled up on his luggage. Pearl, Felissa's pet cat, decided to imitate the now-Bobcat's actions and curled up on Felissa's luggage. Felix swore he saw Felissa roll her eyes at the understanding the two usually reached and returned to her book.

With that, he dozed off. He was awoken when Felissa nudged him and told him that it was time to shift back. Felix stretched and then leaped off the luggage before shifting back to his human form. He continued to stretch his arms and then rubbed his eyes. "We woke up too early." He muttered in displease even though he'd had plenty of time to sleep here and there. There was something different when you slept on a bed after all. Though that was usually remedied by changing into a cat since he could feel comfortable almost anywhere when he was a cat. Though, he certainly couldn't parade the fact that he was an animagus. It was fun ambushing students in it after all.

Felix nodded at Felissa when she said that she would be going on ahead. He still had something to do after all. Stowing away his things but took a position near the wall, scanning the area filled with students and their parents. He leaned back and then listened to the students. There were three Slytherins who were bullying two Ravenclaws. His hand itched to get his wand, as that was usually how he dealt with things like these. Intimidation usually worked on the idiots, and if that wasn't enough - well, a demonstration of what he could do usually did the trick. However, someone else stepped up. Felix started to fish around for names. He wasn't so confident as to think that he knew everyone in the school - as there were thousands of them there - but he was pretty sure that this was the Muggleborn Slytherin he had heard so much about. While they haven't talked, he's certainly come to get involved once or twice whenever she was being bullied. Though a Hufflepuff prefect didn't have much power against the Slytherin students.

A smirk came upon his face, Head Boy badge glimmering. While he still couldn't dock points immediately, he could still practically order a Slytherin prefect to do so. Special things come to those who persevere, and it would seem that his reluctance in being Head Boy has been dashed upon being presented with such a reality. He burned their faces onto his minds and the one of the Muggleborn Slytherin. He wanted to thank her for standing up to others. These were one of the moments that he wanted for someone to invent a sort of tracking spell. Or at least, one that they would easily be able to cast. The Ministry had their trace, so surely, there would be a spell out there for a short- term tracking spell. He just hasn't found it yet.

Well, there's the plan for the year, it would seem.

Felix turned to the entrance to the platform and saw a new face around. A first year, definitely. It was soon followed by a welcome sight. Dominique was definitely the person he wanted to see, being the sixth year Slytherin Prefect and all. But also being one of his good friends. While they wouldn't arrange meet ups or anything like that, he still considered her a very good friend. Victoire was a friend of his as well, so when her younger sister came into Hogwarts, Felix was compelled to see what kind of person the younger sister of the girl was. To say that he was surprised was an understatement, but the difference was more or less welcomed. Though he could admittedly say that she (and her sister) looked quite beautiful, he was never affected by their Veela charm. Perhaps it was because it had been so diluted already? Then again, Fleur wasn't much of a bother either...

Pushing himself off the wall, he walked towards her. He then flourished a bow, "Might I take you luggage, madame?" He said with the smirk still playing on his face and then straightening up. "Quite a lovely day today isn't it?" He continued. Felix had no reservations for when he came to joking with her or some of his closest friends. "Now if only some students didn't cause disturbances so early in the school year, it would have been perfect." Though he sounded like he was still joking, she would probably guess that something did happen and it involved her in some way. He wouldn't say anything like that otherwise.

 

[The Silent Z]

Zedrick ~ Rosier ~ The Unusual: Chapter 1
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Oh how the south of France in specific The Citè De Carcassonne, above the right banks of the Aude and encircled walls in a city where you can dream.... It had rejuvenated the young Rosier during the summer as his aims to ignore his family hand long been planned. The third year of school had brought difficulties for him, they had seen troubles and obstacles come his way, a form of pureblood centric beliefs and dark thoughts binding the threads of life together in some twisted reality that many now lived, unfortunately would call home as long as the regime reigned on.

But the summer brought a freedom. It took effort, money, plenty of time yet he found success. Zedrick traveled to the south of France right after the ending of school and brushed up on his French, lived day to day until finding a more suitable arrangement for living on his vacation.

Meanwhile he took in the sights, breathed the air of history, saw the grand walls and architecture of the eldest of centuries and periods of time. Tasted the food, the drink and culture of the city as his summer vacation continued on. It was really the city where one could dream and during such times that was a invaluable escape.

In short Zedrick Rosier was rejuvenated...

But within a city where such mortal architects like Viollete-Le-Duc and their romantic overhaul in the 1800's and incredible accomplishments during the 1600's had come and left- Remnants still found and modern times entering in with each passing generation not even a dreamer could remain.

Eventually Zedrick heard the call and realized his Summer was reaching a end. It was growing closer to the new school year; Zedrick needed a moment of taking in each moment as it passed yet he would leave his breathtaking escape from reality, from life, least the life as he knew it.

The end of summer had arrived and now standing at the edge of a station- Luggage aboard the express now taken care of, feet standing near the train itself, arms folded while he proudly wore his school robes and more so his house colors of bronze and dark blue, the colors of Ravenclaw. A obvious plain expression upon his face in hiding the inner smile.

Even darker times called for some inner happiness and despite how strong one may have been. Zedrick was preferable to avoiding giving a Rosier or some other pureblood centric elitist a chance to try and take away his smile. Thus Zedrick remained rather stoic and folded of stance giving little room for any to try him and his greater mood after a long yet too short of a summer vacation.

He looked around for a bit giving a scan over the express way station and took notice to various things. A casual glance giving eye toward all around him as his inner monologue quietly observed and pondered how or when he might board the train and find his seat.

 

[Super Villain Nova]

Spoiler: Blackwood

These images will be paced into the Blackwood CS. They are side characters that will rarely show up and are only connections to my two characters. But any information revealed in the rp will be added to the CS as the rp goes on.

Daften Blackwood; Edith's father.


Edgar Blackwood; Uncle to Edith and Coal. Younger brother to both Devist and Daften.

Daften looked around the platform taking note as to what he was sending his only daughter into. He looked far from happy as he stood tall and held himself above the common fold of the Wizarding world. It was not hard to pick out the Blackwood family as they stood out like a sore thumb. Dressed all in black with a hint of very old Victorian fashion to their clothing.

Edith stood next to her father as she waited patiently.

Even with their history of being kept away from both muggle and wizarding world. Edith managed to keep up with fashion. Maybe a bit too much. She had on a slim black pencil dress where the bottom cut off just below her knees. Her shoes were designer high heels, black with a deep red lining the bottom of her shoes. A small black shall hung over her shoulders and stopped at her elbows. Her hair done perfectly up into a fashionable messy bun. Her eyes darkened with black eye shadow, but her lips were a ruby red. To others she would look like a high fashion model... Or just a young woman wearing more money than needed. Her hands placed neatly in front of her and were covered with silk black gloves.

She took in a deep breath through her nose and narrowed her eyes a bit. "It smells." She stated quietly in a lady like voice.

Daften failed to respond as his attention moved to behind them, where he could find the other two members of their party. His younger brother Edgar and the Blackwood's heir, Coal.

Edgar was never really one to fit into the family, but he was family. Daften found him to be odd and strange, but he was still good. If anything Edgar fit in with the world more than other Blackwoods. Edgar was instructing their help as to where to take Edith's and Coal's luggage. While Coal had his eyes set more on the crowd of people and students further down the platform.

Coal was dressed in a slim black on black suit and tie. As the future head of the family they could not let him be seen in anything less. Both Edith and Coal weren't even heard of until recently. Both and a few others were kept secret for a reason. Daften looked Coal over. The young wizard kept up with how he was to act in public. Quiet and reformed. "Coal." Daften motioned for Coal to come over to him.

Coal looked back to his uncle and did as he asked. Daften reached out and brushed Coal's shoulders and then straightened his tie a bit. "You both remember what was said before coming here." Daften kept his voice low as possible. Both Edith and Coal nodded.

"It's mandatory, not obligation." Coal stated back to Daften. Daften gave Coal a light solid smirk. "Indeed." He turned back to his daughter. "Edith?" He questioned, "And do you remember what I told you?" he asked her.

Edith smiled. "Take all precautions, keep Coal safe and do not let others get too close." She smiled.

She was going to miss her father. She was Daddy's little girl, but she actually liked spending time with her father. When she needed a friend, he was there to listen and support her decisions. And when she needed a father, he was there to help guide her through life. He never once made a decision for her, but he has helped her make better choices with her actions and words.

"I will miss you." She told the man. Daften smiled and gave his daughter a hug.

Edgar smiled at the scene as he leaned his elbow on Coal's shoulder. "Well if there ever was a Blackwood moment." Edgar looked to Coal with a goofy smile. Coal only looked back with a dull expression. Edgar laughed, "Maybe you should smile a little more. If you don't you shall for ever hold..." Edgar thought for a moment. "What's that word the young generation is using?" He questioned himself. Coal looked slightly confused over his uncles loss of words. "Resting bitch face." Edgar finally found what he was looking for. And he felt a little better to see Coal's expression change. Coal's brows frowned as if he was not prepared for his uncle's unique and colorful words.

Daften and Edith had long finished their goodbyes and Daften held out a hand to Edgar. Edgar took a strap from his shoulder and handed it to Daften. Edith's designer bag it would be as it matched her outfit. All black with a red 'B' stitched into the corner of the bag. "I've made sure that you and Coal will have everything you need in there... Even a way home if needed." He told her.

Edith took her back and placed the strap over her shoulder. She looked form her father to Coal. No words needed to be spoken as she turned to leave. Coal went to follow but was stopped by Daften. Daften pulled Coal closer to him and whispered in his ear. Coal looked to his uncle and nodded ever so slowly before leaving to catch up with Edith.

As the two made their way to the train Daften and Edgar stood next to one another. Edgar signed as he crossed his arms over his chest. "We need to do something about this." Edgar whispered. "Letting them walk onto that train and leave for this school... Many will die this year." Edgar looked to Daften.

Daften watched as both Edith and Coal were now out of sight once on the train. "I know." He said with a serious tone before turning to leave.


Once on the train Edith lead the way as Coal followed. Her eyes would quickly scan each compartment in hopes to find an empty one. Surprisingly she was able to find one quickly. "In here." She said glancing back.

The two moved into the compartment and took the two seats closest to the windows. They sat across from one another, taking in the new world around them. "Already it feels weird." Edith stated as she looked around settling into her seat. She noticed Coal's eyes were more focused on the window than the room. "Oh." Edith jumped a little. "Uncle Edgar gave you something." She turned to her bag. She pulled out two old small books. Handmade leather bound, and filled to the point where paper was almost falling out. "He said they should help you." She held them out.

Coal looked at the books and reached out for them. Taking them he looked over the cover and the back. There were no titles to them, and once opening one, he found them to be old journals. He smiled at the words written in Romanian.

As Coal's mind was distracted by the context of the journals, Edith turned back to her bag and found what she was looking for. It was a small book about Hogwarts. Even though they had done their research on the place, Edith found it better to refresh her memory on what they should be expecting.

 

[MegMath13]

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Bethany double checked that she had everything in her possession that she would need for school. Her cat, Newman, refused to go into his cage with out a bit of coaxing, she had to feed him a piece of her ham so he would go in. Now Bethany's parents seemed to want their daughter to do her best the last year of school, but she had a different plan. If a Dark witch was invading her school she would figure out someway to fight back if she had to be expelled to do so.
The ride to the train station was long and when they arrive Bethany made an unnecessary show. praising solid ground, then she jumped up pulled her trunk from the back of the car and started to push her way through the muggles in the street and station. The way through was just the same as normal though there seemed to be many more people on the platform this year. The more the merrier she thought to herself and started to board the train.
She found a compartment and there was no one there so she took a seat.

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[Ticci Toby Rogers]

Alexi

No wonder everyone thinks I'm crazy. I have to run at a wall to get to school!​

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Alexi stood in front of the barrier for a long time, trying to figure out if this really was the way to get to platform 9 and 3/4. He didn't get to school on the train the year before, and it was really throwing him off. Alexi finally reached over his trolly and touched the barrier to watch his hand disappear into it. His scaret eyes widened, and he smiled in extacy, before letting himself laugh for a few moments. He pulled his hand back and pushed his trolly through the barrier.

Alexi was still giggling to himself as he pushed his trolly to the large red steamer. He made quick work of getting his trunk, and medical case onto the train, following soon after. He pulled the two storage objects towards a compartment and opened the door to it. There was already a girl there, but for the moment, Alexi was a bit too distracted by the sliding door of the compartment. He'd abandoned his trunk and the medical bag in favor of sliding the door open and shut, and trying to figure out just how it worked.

After a few moments of this, Alexi mumbled, "Small wheels. Long tracks." His thoughts were fragmented, and as much as Alexi knew the wheels and tracks alone couldn't cause the door to slide open, he couldn't put two and two together. He thought about the two bits of information he'd gathered and slid the door a few more times before it finally clicked, and he looked as though he'd been enlightened. "Wheels on the tracks," He whispered to himself, still sliding the door back and forth.

Proud of his work, Alexi turned back to the girl who was already in the compartment and said, "Sorry, about that... Do you mind if I ride here with you?"

 

[Ves]

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He hadn't even realized how tense he still was until a sudden tap on his shoulder broke him from his glaring match with the compartment door. Cael reflexively flinched, biting down on the instinctive urge to spin around and leap away. Every part of his body seemed almost hypersensitive, his senses straining. Maybe...coming to the train only a day after almost dying in training wasn't the absolute best idea he ever had. That, combined with the annoyance simpering just beneath the surface after the 'run-in' with the Slytherin pureblood, equated to one tense-as-Hell Caellum Obelisk.

Slowly, Cael took a deep breath, barely catching the famiiliar voice's words. He looked agitated...? Heh, understandable, but who...He turned around, forcibly relaxing his grip on his trunk. His eyes caught the faintest hint of soft, light brown hair, before he automatically knew who it was. His scowling lips almost immediately relaxed into a smirk, the scarred teen lowering his gaze until they met the composed gaze of one Felissa Boyle. Her approaching him first was...well, not necessarily a first, but it was rare. Then again, he had just been secretly plotting murderdeath in his head...

"Nah, nothing you need to worry your pretty little head over." Cael dismissively waved his free hand, not exactly wanting to start the year off by snitching on some bastard he didn't even know the name of. Besides, he was a big boy - he could handle himself. "Just some rude kid - the usual. You know how it is for us weak mudbloods." Sarcasm successful. He rose a sharply curved eyebrow, adjusting the weightless trunk against his broad shoulder as he leaned himself against the cool, crimson metal of the train's corridor. As a short, second year Ravenclaw skirted by, he gave the kid a nod and a grin, which was returned somewhat hesitatingly. After a brief pause, where he waited for the kid to exit the hall, Cael returned his blue-eyed gaze to Felissa.

His eyes positively twinkled.

"Sooo...how was suuuum-mer?" Cael's voice rose an octave at the end of his question, the tall teen popping the words like a gossiping middle-school girl. His grin grew.

 

[DatBoi]

Her younger cousin was swallowed by the barrier and an almost weary sigh slipped from Dominique's lips. She stood there for a minute, alone, and allowed the crowds of early-morning King's Cross to stream by her while she cursed herself almost to oblivion. She had managed a good 10 seconds with James before upsetting him: utterly pathetic. It was hard, though; it had been a hard summer for all of them.

Eventually, she wheeled her trolley to the barrier and, with her breath held, slipped through and onto Platform 9 3/4. Immediately, she felt rejuvenated. It was much busier than the muggle side. Witches and wizards were everywhere, excited to get their children out of their hair for another year. The vibrant array of clothing, and pets, and snippets of conversation could boost one's spirits in a heartbeat.

"-my ma says that it might be the mooncalf pox, but pa thinks she just wants the day off-"

"-turns out it wasn't a phoenix, after all, and the poor bird was burning and shrieking like nothing you ever heard-"

"-letting them walk onto that train and leave for this school...many will die this year..."

A familiar and most welcome face made its way towards her, and she stopped her eavesdropping to greet him with a friendly smile. "Oh monsieur," she gasped, falling into the joking character easily and fanning herself with her hand, "You are too kind. How am I, a helpless maiden, to carry my luggage without a strong man such as yourself?"

Her act was shattered by a breathy laugh, and she grew slightly more serious. "Disturbances? Was it someone from my house? Should I-" she cut off when her eyes zeroed onto his Head Boy badge, and her face split into a delighted grin. "Oh! You're Head Boy! Well done, you definitely deserve it." She smiled.

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James, trunk and cage dragging behind him, wasted no time before clambering up and onto the Hogwarts Express. He moved through the corridor, peaking through each doorway in the hopes that it would be empty. He didn't have anyone to sit with, after all; people his own age found him obnoxious, people older didn't want a kid with them and sitting with someone younger was just embarrassing.

As he neared a compartment someway towards the back of the train, he slowed slightly. He could have sworn...was that music. Who would bring electronic devices on the Hogwarts Express? Any idiot would know it would stop working the moment they stepped foot on Hogwarts soil.

He picked up his pace, determined to give the bloody fool a piece of his mind (and yes, perhaps he was still angered by Dominique's earlier comment). With a sharp push, the door swung open, and James mouth dropped.

"Oh," He said, crossing his arms and squinting dramatically, "Hallo, Dante."

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[One Mean Ghost]

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Dante just finished his song, his back to the door when his head snapped around at the sudden sound of the door being thrown open. Who should be standing in the doorway but James Sirius Potter, a kid who seemed to have an unwarranted dislike for Dante for some reason he had yet to fully figure out. Sure, he could just dive into James' mind and figure out the root of the problem, but Dante didn't exactly want to add fuel to the fire by letting himself into the boy's mind. Most people, after all, tended to frown on having their private thoughts invaded and there was always the risk of having his target realize their mind has been probed.

"Careful, James, your face may just get stuck like that" Dante remarked with a bit of a forced grin, turning his body around so that his guitar was in full view. True, electronic devices would stop working at Hogwarts, meaning his amplifier wasn't going to see much use during the upcoming term. The guitar, however, could function as an acoustic without an amplifier. A very fortunate find he had dug out of a dumpster. It had been smashed to bits, but a well executed Reparo charm had fixed it up good as new. A very handy thing, Reparo. One of those spells he was comfortable enough to cast without saying a word due to using it so often while dumpster diving. Needless to say, he saved a fortune on guitar strings.

Still, he hadn't exactly wanted anyone to catch him playing his guitar. Oh well, after the events of the previous day, it was probably for the best if he just accepted that people knew, or would soon know, that he played. Odds are there would be plenty of gossip about a Hogwarts student busking in Diagon Alley. Oh joy...

He sat down on one of the seats, his guitar on his lap as he absently strummed out a few chords. "So what brings you all the way back here? I didn't take you for a music fan.... Then again, you got the face of a critic if I've ever seen one" Dante chuckled to himself. Even Gwen, sitting up in the overhead, fluffed herself up and hooted irritably at the boy's presence.

There was no way James could tell what she'd just said, but whatever it was, it caused Dante to snort a little behind his hand. Still, Dante wondered just what he had done in the past to set James so hard against him. They were both on the Gryffindor Quidditch team, but James seemed always scowl whenever he looked at Dante for reasons the older boy just could not figure out.

Oh well. Maybe he was just trying to get his face to stick that way.


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[AI10100]

Mood: Angry, Exasperated, Neutral
Location: Hogwarts Express
Interacting with: Caelum
Mentions: Ves

Felissa watched as her friend's entire body tensed at the light tap. Her eyes narrowed at him. This was more than just the normal annoyance - something must have struck a really bad nerve for him to act this way. He was usually an intimidating guy, given his height and scarred face, but he was rarely this scary. By the time he turned around, her eyes went back to its normal state so that he wouldn't get angry at her for scrutinizing his actions to try and find out what exactly was bothering him. Sometimes, she wanted to have her brother's advanced empathy. It was something that was, and still is, useful when it came to having friends who ran on emotions.

It was only for a moment but she caught his scowling face before it eased into a smirk. Hm... interesting. He didn't give her the information she both needed and wanted. It was a shame, but that meant that Caelum felt that he could handle this himself. Given who he is, Felissa didn't doubt it for a second. However, his sarcastic remark about what had happened made her blood boil. Her face contorted into one of annoyance - something that, for her, would mean that she was angry.

Mudblood - the very word made her want to punch something in the face, preferably the person who used it. It was a derogatory term for Muggleborns used predominantly by Purebloods, but there were some Half-bloods who felt the need to use it as well despite having one as a parent. She didn't hate it because her father was a Muggleborn, but because it hurt other's feelings. Muggleborns had always been welcomed so why would you tease them about it?

"They better hope they're not Ravenclaw." She said, spitting venom with every word. "No, they better hope I never find out who they are." She continued before rubbing her temples. Well, what a way to start the school year. Not even an hour, no, a minute after she boarded the train, she was already getting annoyed. She took a deep breath to compose herself. No matter, she'll have to find another time to worry about that.

Caelum's tone as he asked her about her summer made her roll her eyes. She may have gotten used to his attitude, but sometimes, it would still affect her. Well, not that it bothered her too much. The two of them shared a bond made up of secrets - so Felissa had no choice but to enjoy her time with him. Or at least tolerate it. She found out that it was actually easier than what she originally expected it to be. Well, not that she would ever admit it to his face. "It went... fine, I suppose, since we're still alive and all. Mother's been missing for quite some time now but she's been sending letters at least." She then lowered her voice. "I imagine it's because she's on the run as well, from the dark witch." Felissa had enough trust in Caelum to tell him about the circumstances that surrounded the Boyle family - from their uncle in Azkaban to their parents who were rarely there. It was a story to fill the the silence.

She then reached for his robe and then tugged on it. "Let's go find a compartment first. We're blocking the corridor." She pointed out before gesturing for him to go first. He was the more sociable of the two after all, and just in case they didn't find an empty compartment - well, it was up to him to speak. "And what about you? How was your summer?"

Mood: Happy, serious
Location: King's Cross Station
Interacting with: Dominique
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Felix only just noticed that a familiar face popped up as he was walking towards Dominique. James Potter - the son of the famed Harry Potter. He had nothing against the kid, but Felix never found himself comfortable speaking to him. Maybe it was because he proudly flaunted his heritage and told his father's stories. It was like the kid felt like he was his father and the one who fought Voldemort.

Or maybe Felix was just a little too wary of the kid and never gave him a chance. He was in the Gryffindor Quidditch team so maybe he was a pretty decent guy.

There wasn't enough time to think about it since he had found himself in front of Dominique all too quickly - though the change of thought was definitely welcomed. A hearty chuckle followed when Dominique let out a laugh. Ah, how Felix missed her. Honestly, joking with her had always been fun. Never a dull moment with her around, he would often think.

Momentarily distracted from the current problem, Felix beamed at her but he couldn't help but rub the back of his head. "I didn't expect it really. Imagine my surprise when Remmy came through the window with the message and the badge." He admittedly said. Though, it was more because he kept on thinking about the amount of responsibilities the Head Boy had that it made him unsure whether to actually want it or not. As evidenced from earlier thought, he started to accept it wholeheartedly. "But thanks Dominique... for the vote of confidence and all." He said, a smile easing its way to his face. This time it was a genuine smile - not a smirk or grin that was usually present when he was joking around which was probably almost all the time.

"Anyhow, yeah, they were from your house... but another girl from your house quickly broke it off. It's the first day so I think we can let it slide." He then winked at her, indicating that he might or might not have been joking. With one swift motion, he managed to seize her trolley and then began to walk towards the train, sure that Dominique would only be close by since he had full control over her stuff. Well, not that he was going to steal any of it.

"Wasn't joking when I offered my help~" He said with a light chuckle as he looked over to her, but made sure to avoid anyone who was in front of him. "You got anyone to sit with during the ride? I'm not sure where Felissa would sit." He wondered with a small shrug before figuring out what would happen. "Probably with Cael. You sitting with us?" He inquired. Felix was never known for subtlety in normal circumstances. It was appreciated by some, and probably annoyed others.

 

[MegMath13]

Location: Her compartment
Interacting with: Alexi
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Bethany blinked as someone walked into her Compartment, it shouldn't have surprised her but it did. She watched the boy trying to figure out how the doors worked and when he turned to ask if he could sit with her. She gave him a smile and gestured for him to sit in the seat across from her. This was her Seventh year and she was determined to make a difference and she was willing to do anything to do so. "Sure you can sit here, What's your name?" Her words were kind and gentle as though she was speaking to a child. It wasn't that she meant for her voice to sound that way it was that she wanted people to know that she was kind and didn't want the entire world to treat her differently because of her parents. Her parents had been supporters of Voldermort in the War, they even follow the Dark Witch or Morgana as is her name. Bethany was upset when she heard this and vowed not to be like them, She frowned and looked at her hands, trying to understand why this was happening.

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[Ticci Toby Rogers]

Alexi

Nice girl! I like her!​

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Alexi smiled at the girl, if a bit too wide and pulled his trunk and medical bag into the compartment. "Thanks," he chimed, before carelessly tossing his trunk up to the storage area above the seat. He sat down, his medical bag still in his hands.

The bag was about the size of an old ladies purse and was red with a blue, muggle medical alert symbol on it (Alexi's medical bag). He had a metal bracelet with the same symbol, marking him as a diabetic to all the muggles, and people with muggle medical know how. The bag had a smaller red box attached to its side with a sharps symbol on it (Alexi's sharps box). That was for his used needles, and it was far too empty to be healthy.

Alexi smiled at the girl across from him, and said, "So, what year are you in?" He was genuinely curious and thought talking would be better than shuffling around his medical bag. "I'm Alexi, by the way... Forgot to answer that..."

 

[The Silent Z]

Zedrick Rosier​

There was nothing left to see and nothing left to hear nor ponder. Standing quietly on the platform and looking up toward the Hogwarts express Zedrick took one final glance around the area before stepping forward and boarding the train. Eyes scanning each passing compartment as the boy strode down the halls toward a selectable section. He didn't desire to push himself onto another by taking space in their compartment without asking, so instead with no need for warning, Zedrick continued looking for a open compartment as the to-be fourth year ravenclaw walked down the halls of the Hogwarts express.

After awhile and finding a open compartment, Zedrick stepped inside after opening the sliding door and took a seat inside. While removing a small book from his robes and taking his wand to return it to normal size with a flick of his wand. Followed by a return of his wand and opening of his book to start his casual read of a book on spells, the history of magic.... It was a large book that covered nearly anything related to magic and its history including even a section on older spells that had been around for centuries.

Since his arrival on the 9 3/4 platform and boarding the train, he had seen many faces and heard many voices interacting. A nice sight however interrupting felt like the wrong action to take, so instead he merely and quietly boarded and made his way toward the compartment where he now sits and reads through his book. While awaiting for the train to depart.

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[Inactive User 002]

Rushing across Kings Cross Station you could see a girl dressed all in black with a long trench coat and boots. Just behind you could see an older woman desperately trying to keep up with surprisingly quick girl. Reaching the entrance to Platform 9 3/4 Lucinda instinctively went through. Turning around once on the other side she waited for a foster mother but after a while realised that maybe she had gone a bit to quick for her. Usually Lucinda and her mother would usually apparate to he platform but this year Lucinda wanted to see what it was like to go through the barrier. Unfortunately she had underestimated the amount of Muggles that would be around. Making her feel extremely uncomfortable almost unclean with her birth parents words still ringing her ears. Even after all her therapy Lucinda still had a long way to go.

It was a good few minutes before her mother stepped through the barrier out of breath and red in the face. “Lucinda I’m proud that you were able to handle yourself, but please next time go a little bit slower” her mother huffed as she pulled Lucinda into a hug. Lucinda just mouthed back to her mother an ok feeling a bit embarrassed as her cheeks turned red. Moving along the platform Lucinda’s mother helped her get everything on the train before giving her a kiss on the forehead and saying goodbye.

Searching down the train Lucinda wanted to find a compartment that was empty as she doubted anyone wanted to sit with her. Unfortunately every compartment she past had someone in it already who would usually glare at her as she passed. The only people who didn’t hate her were the Muggle-born first years but Lucinda would rather sit in the corridor than put up with them. Finally after several compartments Lucinda gave up on finding an empty one and just wanted to sit with someone who wouldn’t be awful to her. Finally she found a compartment that was suitable only occupied by Evangelina Black. Though they were distantly related the two of them weren’t exactly close but maybe that would change. Sliding the door open Lucinda chucked her things in the overhead rack before sitting down. Looking across at her relative Lucinda gave her a little smile before saying “hello Evangelina“.

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[FireMaiden]

Evanglina BlackThe girl yawned as she looked out the window watching the various families sending their children to the train. There were some who were without a member or two, or the child was just by themselves. It was sad really, the Dark Lady really seemed to be scaring everyone. Eva wasn't scared of her, more....wary than anything else. Her Grandmother talked about the possibility of herself going into hiding, but Eva didn't see the point. She had sided with Voldemort years ago, but that didn't mean the Dark Lady would come for her. But Eva chopped it up to an old woman's paranoia. But maybe the girl shouldn't be so harsh to her. Narcissa was in failing health, and bed ridden now. Eva had to come to-"Hello Evangeline." She turned from the window, torn away from her thoughts as her cousin, Lucinda entered her compartment, Compartment 16.

"Hello Lucinda," She said with a smile. Lucinda was her cousin, distant cousin if Eva remembered correctly. At school, Lucinda was rather...rude. But Eva was aware that it was because of her upbringing. And she also knew that Lucinda wasn't as bad as she was, so deserved the benefit of the doubt. "How you are this morning?" Eva asked. She wanted to perhaps develop their relationship, which would be nice. Inactive User 002

 

[Ves]

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Say what you want about Caellum Obelisk, but let it be known that he was both observant and a good listener. Maybe it was because he never really had someone he was genuinely comfortable with relaying his own fears to, or maybe it was simply a part of his attitude - but, once again, the teenager found himself completely silent and attentive as he quietly watched Felissa talk about her summer. Despite the somewhat sensitive information, she still managed to stay as composed and calm as ever, something he couldn't help but admire...and envy, somewhat. The mention of the Dark Lady caused his lips to twitch downwards, and his naturally furrowed brows narrowed even more. Still, a lot of his anger had fled during his little 'deep breathing exercise' a few minutes ago, so he easily pushed back the scathing insult that was ready to roll off the tip of his tongue. In spite of all that, he was rather touched that Felissa even bothered sharing the brief synopsis with him, regardless of her own mental take on it all. This showed by the small, slightly lopsided smile on his lips - one of his natural ones.

"Th-" He was going to begin, only to pause when she tugged on the sleeve of his loose, unbuttoned robe, mentioning the finding of a compartment first. Rolling his eyes playfully, but seeing the logic in her reasoning, Cael pushed off of the wall, rolling his neck to the side with a satisfying crack. "Ahhh, that's the stuff. Alright, let's go commandeer a compartment, my liege. I'll tell you all about my badass summer adventures once we're there." Cael began to walk down the corridor, but he hadn't even taken a full second step before he paused, his broad back visibly tensing before he sighed and glanced back at Felissa. His dark blue eyes were narrowed and serious - a focused and determined glare that few only saw whenever he was serious about something, as rare a thing as that was. He swiftly made sure that no one was around - a quick sweep of the perimeter - before he returned his attention to Felissa.

"Seriously, though, Felissa," Cael's deep voice dropped - not to a whisper, per se, but a lower tone, "If you two ever need help, outside of Hogwarts or in, you know how to contact me. I'd be there as fast as possible, no matter what...y'know that, right? If thing's ever go South, I'll be there for you guys." He watched her for a second more, seemingly trying to make her believe the truth in his words - and a complete truth they were. These were dangerous times, her family seemed to be in some risky business, and he genuinely worried for them both - for everyone. For his friends - and he totally considered her a friend, no matter what she thought - he would go against the Dark Lady herself. Eh...bad analogy...he planned on going against her regardless...but you get the gist. A true Hufflepuff, through and through...the Hat couldn't have picked a better house.

After that brief pause, Cael's focused expression relaxed, and he gave her another lopsided smirk. Moving between deathly serious and laidback was one of Cael's strengths. As emotionally charged as he was, he was also awfully skilled at holding things in, when it wasn't anger. "Anyways, let's go find a place to rest, yeah?" Cael gave her a friendly pat on the shoulder, before turning around once more, casually continuing his naturally long, confident strides. It didn't take long, at all, to find an empty compartment. Quite a few students had yet to find their ways onto the Express, which meant that quite a few spots were free. He swung the door open grandly, inclining his head rather demurely to the shorter girl. "Ladies first! 'Least, that's what mom told me." Cael winked.

 

[DatBoi]

Dominique let out a good-natured squeak of indignation when Felix seized her trolley from her, but followed him peacefully to the train regardless. "It's hardly a vote of confidence if it's true," She made sure to remind him. "You'll do great. Probably." She laughed lightly, indicating the final word was all in good fun.

At the invitation, she smiled. "With you, Cael and Felissa? I'd be delighted." She accepted, pleased that she wouldn't have to wander the Hogwarts Express' corridors looking for someone to sit with. And the company, too, would be no doubt engaging.

She liked Felix. He was older than her, of course, and from a different house but the two had shared prefect duties the previous year, and managed to bond somewhat. She respected his ability to keep order without appearing strict, and to stand by his morals...even if the very same aspects of his personality could, at times, exasperate her.

She had little to do with Felissa, without having the opportunity to spend time with her.

Cael was a good friend of hers. They may have been in different houses, but they had shared many a lesson together and Dominique appreciated his laidback manner, and the ease of their banter.

They neared the Hogwarts Express, and Dominique upped her pace slightly. "Quicky," She reminded, "It's nearing 11 o'clock."

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James mouth fell open at Dante's words. His right eyebrow twitched. "My face will not get stuck like this!" He protested, one hand coming to press upon his cheek, "And I don't look like a critic! I'm not a critic. I thought your music was bloody wonderful, if that's what you want to hear.

Morgana hooted and Dante chuckled, so James brought his trunk with his own owl perched in a cage on top of it front of him, in the hopes that he would be defended. Knut, though, simply yawned and shifted his weight lazily. James sniffed with disdain.

"Well," he said testily, "I guess I'll see you at quidditch training, then."

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[One Mean Ghost]

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"I thought your music was bloody wonderful, if that's what you want to hear."

Dante's eyebrows raised in surprise. Was that an honest-to-goodness compliment from James Sirius Potter? Surely the boy was running a fever or something... Or maybe he'd finally figured out a proper method to extract the stick that seemed so deeply entrenched in his buttocks whenever Dante was around.

"I guess I'll see you at quidditch training, then."

Dante blinked, realizing he'd been so caught off guard by the compliment that he'd not said a word in the meantime. An actual grin spread across his face. "Well, if you ain't a critic you can stick around if you want. By now most of the cars are probably full to bursting anyway." He remarked tapping his chin thoughtfully. He did have a "new" idea he wanted to test out... Better to test it out on a small scale than to risk it when he's actually trying to make money. With a smirk he nudged open his trunk with his foot and hopped inside of it, vanishing completely within without any explanation. A few moments later, his little amplifier was lifted out and set next to the trunk before Dante came out a moment later holding a couple little silver kick pedals. It was normally affixed to the big round bass drum in a traditional drum kit, but of course, Dante didn't have a full drum kit.

Instead, once he shut his Tardis trunk, he set the pedal up so that the mallet would hit various spots on the broadside of his trunk. A side effect of the charm that made the trunk bigger on the inside was that the trunk had a much deeper sound than normal when it got whacked. Hitting different spots made slightly different sounds, too. "While I've got you here..." Dante began, plugging his guitar into the amp. Sure, it wouldn't work worth a damn once he got to Hogwarts, but once there he could just charm his guitar to alter the sounds and make it louder, so he wouldn't need it anyway. "I've been meaning to get a second opinion on if this sounds good."

Dante was so caught up in his little experiment that he completely forgot that the door was wide open, meaning the sound would most definitely have some carry to it...

Oh well.

Spoiler: Most Ironic Song Name Ever

Perhaps it was a terrible choice of songs. Unbeknownst to Dante, James already was highly suspicious of him, so the content of this particular song would likely only make such a problem worse. Then, there was also the irony about the song being "Wolf in Sheep's Clothing" when he, himself, was a werewolf pretending to be normal. Then again, Dante wasn't considering any of that. He had a captive audience for a trial of something different.

In short order, the purpose of the pedals became apparent. His guitar playing was awesome, but some harder hitting songs were not nearly as impressive without a little drums thrown in. Most people, likely, would simply create drum tracks to use, but Dante had nothing to really create such a thing with, so he had to improvise. That's where the kick pedals came in. The one positioned at the center of the broadside of his trunk created a sound much like the booming bass of the song, while the ones closer to the edge produced a more snare-like sound.

That's not to say it was perfect. The drum part had to be "dumbed down" in order for him to actually accomplish something on the kick pedals. He'd spent a good deal of time practicing this particular song as a trial to see if the kick pedals would be worth perfecting for other songs. James just had the privilege of being the first one to see it actually performed.

There was one major plus to playing all of this music. It made Dante forget about how empty his stomach was. Though, if he turned sideways, by how close he was able to hold the guitar against him, someone observant would likely note that he was almost dangerously thin. Then again, they could also notice that his tied-off belt was hanging down enough that the end could be seen peeking out from the bottom of his shirt.

To think, this is what he put himself through every summer just so people wouldn't find out about his secrets... Then again, things had never exactly been easy for werewolves...


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'Nother train ride, 'nother year of school, 'nother year of magic.

Joey had seen all the reports in the newspapers. The papers arrived at her window, and looking them over, she knew what would be waiting for her at school. It was going to be a nightmare.

Being born of Muggle blood, Joey knew with the rise of this so-called "Dark Lady", she would be seeing a whole lot of hardships coming for her. Blood-purists would be coming at her full force and she would have to either learn to ignore it, or deal with it in her usual way- A fist to someone's face.

But doing that this year would be tantamount to career murder. She was captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team, and their seeker. She couldn't get in trouble, not this year. Even if it had been a few years since her last fight, she knew they would hold that record against her. And not to mention that she had two trouble children on her team that absolutely despised each other.

From outside of her compartment, she heard the dulcet tones of two very familiar voices bickering. She knew those damned voices- Potter and la Cruz. Speak of the devil, why could they never just pretend to get along? It would make her life so much easier.

When she threw her compartment door open, she left her stuff on her seat and stuck her head out into the hall. Lo and behold, there were the aforementioned people. As she approached unnoticed, she overheard the tail end of their conversation and blinked, then sighed and loomed over James with a glare already in her eyes. "Ya damn right, ya will see each other at practice!" She then looked into the compartment at Dante and added, "And you two had best be on your best possible behavior, kapeesh? I don't have time to break up your fights this year." She looked James in the eye, then glared over at Dante as well before finally seeming to calm down and let her intimidating air fall.

"... also, la Cruz? Where the hell are you keeping all that equipment? That's almost a full drum set? And an amplifier? How did you get that on the train?"

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Bethany flashed the boy a grin, most of her teeth showed as she did so. As she spoke her hands started to move "My name is Bethany, I'm a seventh year. What about you Alexi, what year are you in?" Her smile widened as she talked and she moved to get Newman out of his cage. He was her best friend and he was her new kitten after her other one died. She smiled as she reach in and grabbed her kitten, she pet it. Looking around she pulled out her wand and sent bubbles flying from the end. Newman started to chase the bubbles around.
She thought back to what her father said on the way their "You are a Harrison, Bethany start acting like one." His words had burned straight into her heart but she knew something then. She was a Harrison yes but she was willing to say this. If being a Harrison ment hating Muggle-borns than she wanted nothing of it. She was Head girl. her job was to help enforce the rules mainly but she had added her own vows into that. She would try her hardest to treat everyone fairly. She shook her head coming out of the thoughts she was having to see that the bubbles were gone so she made more.

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Alexi smiled at this new girl's excitement, and said, "I'm a forth year... I should be in fifth year, but I couldn't go my firt year for mental health reasons..."

Alexi's red eyes widened at the sight of the small kitten and gazed around in wonder at all the bubbles. He reached out a popped the bubbles that came his way, and laughed as they exploded on his fingertips. "I like you!" Alexi claimed with a laugh, "You're fun!"

Once all the bubbles were popped, he looked at Bethany with a pout, wanting more bubbles. Not too long after, she produced more bubbles and Alexi began to pop them happily.

"I haven't had this much fun in a month," Alexi told her.

It was the truth. Alexi had spent the last month rotating between the eating disorder ward, and the mental health ward of a local hospital, only to become a severe problem to the staff, as very few even knew what diabulimia was, let alone how to help someone with it.