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Daniel Lewis

Location: Hogwarts Express/Mood: Angry /Interactions: Margaret Avery aurnia aurnia , Arabella Coven fancries1 fancries1 Benjamin Selwyn, Katherine Blackwell Arael Arael Connor Bright KingHalliwell KingHalliwell


Daniel's fury only became stronger as Arabella explained why they were allowed to be there. He couldn't believe the audacity of that woman... telling him they had the right to be there and what she'd done could be excused because she didn't know what she was doing. As if years of bigotry and hatred against muggleborns hadn't given the Ministry enough evidence to know she had known exactly what she'd been doing.

"What do you mean you didn't know what you were doing? Do you expect us to believe Voldemort had you under the imperious curse the whole time? Do you really want us to think you're the real victim here? After all the people you've kidnapped, tortured, and murdered? The Ministry might've bought your sorry sob story, but we won't. Trust me, as soon as we get to Hogwarts and everyone sees you, they'll make sure McGonagall not only expels you, but sends you to Azkaban to rot with the rest of the death eaters," Daniel spoke, his voice low and his eyes narrowed.

When Katherine pushed him and entered the compartment, the first thing he noticed was her prefect badge. "I never thought I'd say this, but I think McGonagall has finally gone insane," said Daniel, clearly dumbfounded. "You're still a prefect? After the war? First she lets the death eaters inside and then she makes one of them a prefect? I can't bloody believe this. It's like she wants a second war! I respect her, I really do, but-" he was caught off by Margaret's speech. Which he listened with as much attention as possible. Margaret's words felt so...truthful, so sentimental. He wondered if she was really telling the truth, that she hand't killed anyone and had even tried to help someone survive. No... it wasn't possible, was it?

Despite his doubts, he still found herself following her out the compartment after she'd stormed out. He stopped for a second outside of the cabin to turn and wave at Connor. "Hey. Can't talk. Ben can fill you in. Talk to you later, bye!" He called out before going after Margaret, until he eventually found her alone in the hallway. "Margaret, wait. What you said, just know, was that true? Were you serious about that? Did you really... help someone? Don't death eaters hate to do that?"
 
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Margaret Avery
Location: Hogwarts Express // Mood: frustrated, upset, angry // Interactions: EmilyPower EmilyPower // Mentions: KingHalliwell KingHalliwell fancries1 fancries1

She'd near trampled the ravenclaw prefect who had come to break up their little squabble, but didn't bother to check if he was alright as she pushed her way past the crowds, attempting to find some space of her own. Margaret knew she'd most likely regret her little outburst, someone had to see the actual meaning of her words, it was impossible no one did- she hadn't been surrounded by idiots really, just really... idiotic... smart people. She just hoped she didn't do something stupid like break down and reveal her whole story before the train even got to Hogwarts. Finally reaching a point of the train where she was alone, she sat. Here at the back- and at the very front of the train she believed- there weren't compartments, just sort of tables where people could sit. She knew that blonde brat Malfoy and his gang would sit here often in former years, but they had elected to find a different area, or perhaps they hadn't come back at all. Wiping a bit of moisture from her cheek, she sighed, ready to spend at least a few moments alone with her thoughts while the situation she'd left behind was resolved. She'd almost wanted some peace- until of course, someone had to come after her...

Honestly, she shouldn't have been shocked that Lewis was the one who caught on first, but somehow when he stopped before her- a bit out of breath it seemed, mind you- she was.

"Lewis, I get you badgers tend to be overly kind to everything that breathes, but-" she began, being interrupted by his questions and immediately cutting short the rather insulting retort she had begun. Why in merlin's name was she so shocked by this entire situation? Truly, it had to have happened eventually, Margaret thought that it might... come later, however.

Letting out a defeated-sounding sigh, Margaret squinted up at him, thinking through her words.

"First of all, unless we've been friends in past years and I don't know about it, I'd prefer it if you stuck with the formality of calling me by my surname," she started, her voice defaulting to a trained arrogant tone, though she gave herself a mental slap before continuing," Second... I'm honestly surprised you didn't assume I meant I'd killed someone. I'm sure Selwyn did, and in the case of Arabella, I'm really not sure..."

Margaret ran a hand through her hair, and glanced between the hufflepuff and the seat before her with a small nod, silently allowing him to sit.

"Despite what propaganda might've been shoved down your throat parallel to mine about death eaters, not all of us are-are like Lestrange," she began, referencing Bellatrix Lestrange, one of Voldemort's most loyal supporters. She'd never met the woman herself, but even the idea of her she got from stories was... not a good one. Frowning and staring past him in thought, she continued," I never killed anyone, not once... and yes, I did try to save someone I guess- but I failed..."

She paused, her eyes focusing back on him, the memory of that night hitting her like a bus, remembering how similar his sister had looked to him. It was mostly in their eyes, she decided.

"I failed... and-and I'm sorry-" her voice broke for the second time, and she stopped, shoving the sadness that threatened to overtake her into some dark corner of her mind to be thought about later, though it still stung like all hell. Margaret looked up, letting that sadness through a crack in her polished slytherin armor, hoping he'd see it in her eyes. At the very least she could be sure he knew she was sincere, that she hadn't murdered anyone.

Slowly, she raised her hand to her right shoulder and pulled her robes to the side to show a glimpse of the scar she had from stepping between a death eater and his sister. Margaret couldn't even remember clearly which of the unforgivable curses he'd used, if it had been the killing curse or one of the crucios...

"I was taken along by a few death eaters to-to punish someone... to kill a girl, it was my first... outing as a death eater," she worked her jaw as she spoke, her words hesitant and low, not knowing how Lewis might react," and they tortured her... and I had to stand there and watch behind that mask they gave me- and I just couldn't stand it. I stepped in between her and them, I thought maybe I'd take the brunt of the blow... but I-I was too late, it just skimmed me... and I got this."

She let her robes fall back over the scar and leaned forward a bit over the table towards him.

"I-I'm so sorry... I-" she began, having to stop and blink a few times to keep her emotions under wraps. Her lip twitched, and she knew she was like a cauldron with emotions simmering and threatening to spill over. There was only so long she could hope to keep the lid on it all, after how long she'd held it all in," I'm so sorry..."

Margaret knew she was treading into dangerous territory, seeing as Lewis had been about ready to throw them off the train earlier it seemed, but for some reason she needed him to know...
 
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Neil Orville Sayre//Hogwarts express// fancries1 fancries1 & Arael Arael // Mentions: Emi Nebulas Emi Nebulas

Neil Orville Sayre trudged up and down the corridors of the Hogwarts Express with a large smile plastered on his face. Fellow 6th years with the addition of a few 5th years stopped to greet him and inquire the details of his summer. It seemed that once the train had closed its doors the atmosphere of the students changed entirely, but Neil was smiling from the moment he walked onto the platform. He was free, not even an owl from the ministry was sent to his now vacant home in London. Of course, that was to be expected, no one knew of his actions except for his beloved cousinVoldemort and his inner circle. What a fantastic spy he had been! through the past few years at Hogwarts, he went unnoticed by all even Albus Dumbledore, though he had kept an annoyingly close watch on him through his fourth year. He was probably the only unknown Death Eater, especially at Hogwarts but yet a lingering feeling left a sour taste in his mouth. Someone knew who he was, and what he had done to his muggle family, Neil was convinced of that much.
"G'Morning." He said to a girl with raven colored hair as he pulled on his left sleeve.
A habit that he had developed within the past Summer, his internship with the ministry had only made him more paranoid than he was, to begin with.
It was then that he passed two girls talking of a Mud-Blood Prefect in Slytherin house, Neil gave a half snort in disgust. Averill his friend, and pet squirmed within her hiding place of his jacket hood obviously distressed from the cramped quarters. Neil shushed her and continued down the corridor when he saw a compartment door drawn.
"S'cuse me everywhere else is-" He stopped mid-sentence after seeing the inhibitors who were obviously distressed.
Arabella Coven, Katherine Blackwell, and Benjamin Selwyn.
"-Full." He finished his sentence half-heartedly partially because of the argument, but mainly because of the two death eaters sitting in the compartment.
Neil stared blankly at them and felt his paranoia take over him again as his false smile washed from his face.
'they know.they know.they know. they know.' His mind repeated endlessly as he stood in front of the cabin door unable to move.
 
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Bertrand Ryker (BLUE), 17 - 7th Year - Ravenclaw
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Bertrand sighed before nodding in the direction of Victoria. "I apologise. I realise you are going through something I can't possibly understand on the same level. I understand it as best I can, and in doing so I understand it as all other people in the world will. That is my position. You can't fault me for it any more than I can you yours. Your cordiality and ability to reason even when you are uncomfortable... it offers you far more credit than you might realize. I wish you the best of luck." He ignored the girl currently eyeing the room like a critic, rolling his eyes at her antics. "The room will remain this size till we get to school. Good luck with her. She might be good for a quick fling, but beyond that... you might as well date a mannequin." He nodded towards Silver, before getting up and leaving through the door, having grabbed his suitcase.

He stepped out into the hallway, closing the door behind him - straightening his tie while doing so. He surreptitiously took out a flask and took a swig of whiskey.

Interactions : ThatGuyWithSouvlaki ThatGuyWithSouvlaki Emi Nebulas Emi Nebulas - Just freed you two up - sorry for having to leave. But I just got some work that needs doing before the afternoon is done.
He is standing at the back of the train outside the last cabin. Sorry - have to leave now.
 
Victoria didnt know what to make of Betrand, for everyhint of redeeming quality he showed he did something that ticked her off. He was elequent and some kind of sympathy and kindness but that he was arrogant, dismissive and downright rude to others. She smiled and nodded at him but was almost glad to see him go just to get rid o the complication of him around. She was a little surprised that he seemed to figure that Victoria had an interest in women, he was quite astute. "Will be seeing you around... Well, you definetly be seeing me around." She replied in a half hearted attempt at humor, . She watched him leave and noted the flash of light from the flack he pulled out making her curious, he was gone though so her attention turned back to Eva.

"Quite the charmer. I think i met slytherin kinder than him." She commented jokingly.

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Persia winced at all the colors radiating from out the cabin very... interesting colors. She noticed a pinkish color and a bluish color along with a nice, chocolatey brown color. She noticed dark reds because of all the noise, and a soft, blue one usually used for spreading rumors. She noticed a few dark purples, meaning someone was angry.

"Why did I have to be born with this?" she groaned, yawning. Her brown eyes a bit droopy, she narrowed them towards the cabin door, hearing someone get out from their cabin. She tensed up, crossing her fingers.

Please don't come in here... please don't come in here!

She bit her lip, her palms sweaty.

Her eyes immediately closed, and because of instinct, she rested her head on the cold glass for a mirror. She was greeted with her vision turning into velvety black.

Mentioned: A L M O S A L M O S ThatGuyWithSouvlaki ThatGuyWithSouvlaki EmilyPower EmilyPower aurnia aurnia || Interacting with: Open for Interaction


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"Quite the charmer. I think i met slytherin kinder than him." Victoria commented, jokingly. Eva giggled. "I've met stalkers kinder than him." She flipped her hair.

"So, do you like anyone? Anyone at all?" she asked her, smiling, waiting for her to answer. "I actually like someone. You know, earlier when I was um..." she looked at the seats. "'Fan girling', that's because the guy I like called me cute indirectly!" she beamed.

"Oooh, do you wanna see the exclusive music scene for my next movie that'll come out in April?" she took out her phone, and looked through her videos. "Here it is!" she held out the phone, so that Victoria will be able to see.



"What did you think of it?" she asked, smiling. "I felt a bit skeptical about it myself, but what do you think? What do you think I could change? I just love others' opinions!" she grins, looking at Victoria, a twinkle in her eyes.

Mentioned: A L M O S A L M O S || Interacting With: ThatGuyWithSouvlaki ThatGuyWithSouvlaki
 
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Interacting: Michael H. Flecker Flecker
Mentioned: Margret Avery aurnia aurnia , Arabella Coven fancries1 fancries1 , ???(Unknown)
“I’m amazed Hogwarts is actually allowing them to attend.” Alexandrine seethed, pressing her fingers into her palms painfully tight, but she hardly noticed. It was a habit she recently developed. To replace the pain. Even for just a little. Alex shook her head, glancing out the window in an angry glare, “We all did shitty things during the war. One way or another,” she paused, hesitant before adding, “the difference is they killed people. Innocent people.”

Alexandrine found herself wanting to change the subject quickly. Turning from the window, she shifted in her seat and looked at Mike. “Enough about what’s been. It cannot be changed. How was your time away?” She asked, forcing something other than flat, empty bitterness from her tone which was generally laced with annoyance or anger. She was working on it. She didn’t always try to come off shitty. But shitty was her default setting.

Out of the corner of her eyes, a tall, dark, handsome figure passed by the cart, she felt the stare of a pair of piercing, ice-blue eyes and a chill slithered down her spine, a cold dread sinking into her bones. As quick as the eyes had passed her cart, they were gone. Alexandrine bolted out of her seat, her heart pounding, anger and rage coursing through her veins. Flinging open the cart door, she looked down the direction she’d seen the figure, and there was nothing. The hall empty.

Slowly, she removed her hand from the wand in her pocket, feeling disappointment and frusteration welling up in her heart.

Great. Now she was going insane.
 
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Victoria chuckled back at Eva's comment, there seemed to be hope for her yet. She sat back on her chair trying to relax after the interaction with Ryker, she still felt a little week and numb in parts. "I have a couple of friends if that is what you mean.... No that wasnt what you meant. One or two people but nothing serious." She said simply in a way that shows this was not a topic she was not a hundred percent comfortable with. She than listened curously at her story. " Well, his not lying. It may be a good sign... Could just be harmless flirting. I am not knowledgable about such things. I may pretty but the giant part tends to put people off for such things."

She listened curiously to the music just to be kind as she never had any immersion in muggle enterntainment apart from the occassional single she manages to hear or album she gets hands on."Well... I am not well versed in muggle "movie" to really comment though i do sing myself .. It has a nice beat i suppose... A little corny but most of magical music is Not sure i like the main lead, he seemt to sing to much from the throat. All do but his seems the worse. Female lead isnt bad..."
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Michael Rosen Harriott
Interaction: Alexandrine, Ms. Sparrow Ms. Sparrow
Location: Hogwarts Express compartment -> Hallway

Michael nodded slightly

"Well I can't say too much on the matter.."

The male reaches inside his pocket within the robes, pushing the blue lined fabrics slightly, taking out a small notebook. One might wonder why he's using such a used and old book to take notes and write down his thoughts, but he never revealed why. Those who've been with him for a long time would get familiar with the item.

"Sure their methods are unorthodox, violent, and definitely they wasted such good test-- I mean they kill people.. but are they completely at fault?"

The young wizard pulls his pencil and started writing

"Pure blood supremacists huh? What if it's the only way to preserve pure bloods? What if we ran out of pure blood families? Slowly they'll disappear and pure natural wizards and witches will be gone, no more control groups, a hindrance towards further advancing deep magical understandings, hmm perhaps if.."

He spoke continuously getting lower and lower in his voice eventually it'd seem that he's actually mumbling to himself . Talking alone like this is one of the boy's habits to just suddenly lost himself in thought even though he's talking with someone right at that moment. However before he's gone too far into his abstract thinking cloud, he yanked his head back up when the witch's question was asked.

"Hm? Oh right right you're still here.. my time was quite illuminating! You should try spending alone times just with yourself, great breakthroughs flow right to your brain like the niagara!"

Michael flipped through the pages of his old journal

"Mostly I spent my times in inns, muggle motels and quite a long time in the Shrieking shack actually"

The wizard flipped through the pages again and showed one of them to the witch, it was filled with multiple diagrams, charts, equations and writings that are nowhere near legible or even made any sense. It is his big limitation, he can't really produce a quality piece of essay and he even got a Dreadful in his "Gamp's Law: A view of the laws of transfiguration in the eyes of classical and quantum mechanics" paper just because he wrote it on a toilet paper with horrible unreadable texts.

"Look at all these Alex! I finally wrote down the first section of quantum spellcasting! This, if successful, will change the way we cast spells forever!"

He certainly looked like an excited young boy when he described the discovery

"At least theoretically, I mean with these proofs I can show ol' McGonagall my unified spell conjecture that time was right!" He chuckled "Well other than that I've actually finished up some of my self defense ideas, turns out the crowd were really into my Dold gas"

The wizard flipped through the pages again and pointed at a table, definitely legible and seems like a table listing purchases and customers.

"Can you believe it Alex? 3000 galleons for 10 bottles of those things? And all I have to do is just push a little concentration-mass-gas transamortenlivingdeath equation and a recipe to some goblins for mixing? I think I'm leaving Hogwarts this year!"

Another flip through the pages and there's a poorly drawn circular diagrams, tubes and helix.

"Though despite all that I still can't properly adjust the correct amount of UV radiation for the dragonpox one though, its characteristics is just.. odd, cross reference with some of the standard viral structures just don't match.. I dare say it's quite alien, I have to say I'm thankful for that Lumos Solem, whoever made that spell made it all easier"

The wizard perhaps has gone on for too long on his babble about theoretical magic thus he decides to wrap it short.

"There are still gravity cloak, gravity spells, intelligent suits project, omega deluminators, semi sentient spells and--"

Michael stopped abruptly as he came to the last pages of the book. He tapped his chin and reread it a couple of time.

"Hmm I guess if we assume the friction constants are 1.5, 0.05 and 0.005 I guess if we put it in.. but I still need 2900, well maybe worth a shot"

The wizard didn't sense anything if there was a presence walking by or anything similar, indeed when he's focused he's slightly detached from the surroundings. He stood from his seat.

"Judging by the train design, tractive force and possibly a steam engine that could be producing 10 MWh of energy, I could say this train could power my small test run"

He pulled a small bag from his suitcase and immediately walked towards the compartment's door.

"If you're not coming, keep my seat empty alright? And never EVER open my suitcase"
 
Bertrand Ryker (BLUE), 17 - 7th Year - Ravenclaw
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Bertrand started walking towards the front of the train. He has been loitering about the back, and he might have been enjoying a few too many swigs from his canteen - but now he was truly and utterly bored. Perhaps he had been too quick to dispell the two he had left behind. He was sure he might have gotten at least a bit more entertainment out of them... it seemed like this might be a rather long journey yet. His shoulder bumped harshly against the outer window and he fell over, stabilizing himself against one of the closed doors, leading into one of the cabins. His hand tried to find purchase on the glass in the door, and he grit his teeth as his nails scratched against the smooth surface.

Taking a deep breath, he continued on - down the hallway. Every now and then a first year would pop their head out and he could flick his wrist, sending them and their nosey noses back into the cabin, the door shutting as he passed. Logically he knew he had made a bit of a mistake. He arrived early to get his own cabin, and now he had given it up because he felt slightly annoyed. Now he was not in a position of power anymore. He would need to... ask. The entire notion made him squirm. He was not going to entertain a group of children, however. He would need to find a cabin that had some potential. Now... to find potential while one was slightly sloshed. He blinked his eyes for a while - standing perfectly still, trying to get them to focus. He took a deep breath, before starting forwards once more.


(Hello, I am too tired to read through everyone's things right now, so I am not sure where to jump in. But I wanted to get a post up. I know a few people are in the hallways, but I am not sure. I will try and find an available person when I return. Feel free to interact if you so please... otherwise, I will be back in eight-ish hours.)


 
Lilly stood staring at the pillar between platforms 9 and 10. She knew she was in the right place, she'd made the journey to platform nine and three quarters a few times in the past to wave her sister off when she left for school. But she'd never done it alone before. A few curious and confused glances were sent her way, to others she was a rather strange sight. She was an eleven-year-old girl wearing a blue top, the top part of which was buttoned up, though, a few buttons were missing, tatty jeans, they were dark blue in colour, their colour was fading in places and the knees were missing, though this wasn't a fashion statement, and a tatty pair of trainers. In her hand, she was carrying a trunk filled with her things, pretty much everything she owned was inside that bag. The trunk had obviously been used quite a bit but was still in good condition, beside the handle the name 'Sophie Ripple' was written in neat handwriting. A small cat, known as Squidge, sat on the platform beside Lilly, looking up at her expectantly. Despite being about 5 years old, Squidge could easily be mistaken for a kitten, he was rather small in size and still had the same sort of fluffy fur that was more common in kittens. Lilly looked down at Squidge, meeting his gaze. "Okay, okay... I'm going" she told him, Squidge stood up still watching her. Lilly took a deep breath, adjusted the grip on her trunk and ran straight towards the pillar.

A few moments later, Lilly found herself on platform nine an three quarters. Though it was rather busy there seemed to be far fewer people than she remembered seeing the times she'd been here in the past, the aftermath of the war seemed to have been even worse than she had expected, and she hadn't exactly been expecting anything 'good'. Squidge promptly appeared behing Lilly, arriving moments after her. Lilly looked around, the usual excitement that was often high in the air was almost non existent, rather than everyone wishing their children goodbye, many of them were just begging them not to go to begin with. Lilly spent a moment trying to build up the courage to walk over to the train that was the Hogwarts Express. She was very nervous, when she'd envisioned her first trip to the castle that she'd heard so much about, this wasn't what she imagined at all. She was stranded in a sea of unfamiliar faces, she knew that there wouldn't be a single person here she knew. She slowly made her way over to the train, thanks to her nerves she'd arrived far later than she'd wanted and so she'd barely been on the train for a minute when is started to move, gradually building up it's momentum.

Lilly walked down the coridor, she'd been hoping to have got here early enough to get an empty carraige but she seemed to have failed. She glanced into the carraiges she passed, but all of them seemed to have someone inside, or have it's blinds closed, and she didn;t want to disturb anyone. Something that struck her were how very few of the carraiges were actually full, she'd been told stories about how the train was often packed, with few seats ever empty for the journey, but this year was apparently different. As she awkwardly walked down the coridor, her trunk in one hand and Squidge at her heels, she almost bumped into a man. "Ah, I-I'm s-sorry...!" She said nervously, the appearance of the man making her jump a little. He seemed very well dressed for a student, wearing a suit rather than the casual clothing that most of the other students Lilly had seen were wearing. She caught a glipse of herself in the reflection of his blue sunglasses and quickly averted her eyes, not wanting to see herself. As shee looked up at the man, she realised that he seemed a little unsteady on his feet, almost as if he were a little bit... drunk. Though, Lilly was sure that it was probably something else. Lilly looked at the floor shyly, expecting the man to simply walk past her, secretly she was hoping that's what he'd do.

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((Hope that's ok, I always find my first post a little herder than most of the rest, also my memory is terrible nd though I've ready everything, I may have missed somethong out or got something wrong, so sorry about that!))
 
Bertrand Ryker (BLUE), 17 - 7th Year - Ravenclaw
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Bertrand frowned at the small girl. She seemed to have come out of nowhere as she quietly moused her way through the train. Good, reserved smile. Hair that seemed too much work for what it actually pulled off. Slumped shoulders. Looking at her clothing, her luggage and her... cat? Everything screamed rural. Homey. And while perhaps not the distraction he was looking for, he thought it would be a good place to start. "Bonjour. Première année?" She did not seem to react, and he felt a frown grow, before shaking his head, the world seeing to spin a bit slower than his head was moving. "First year? Are you looking for a cabine? I am afraid petite fille, you will have to share." There... he thought. That seemed like a nice, polite opening. Now what? He wanted to use her as a distraction... but he could not focus. He could not manage to figure out a starting point. They were at a stall. Impasse. "Where are you from?" He felt his teeth grit at the question. He would normally have already known this. Seen something on her, or about her - noticed her accent - something that would have tipped him off... but now, nothing. Perhaps charming the canteen to be self-refilling was not the smartest idea he had ever had. He leaned over against the glass windows on the outside of the train and tried to stabilize himself by crossing his arms.

He did not drink normally. Technically he was underage - but having travelled around the world he was used to notions of 'legality' really being more about time and place rather than objective reasoning. And he seldom overdid it as he might have done now. He supposed that he might have been more worried about his situation than he might have realised, and subconsciously looked for a comfort? An aide? Now that he thought about it, muddled as his thoughts were - it seemed rather pathetic. Oh well... at the moment, he could not be bothered. He would chastise himself later for it. He stood still for a few more moments, seeming to have forgotten about the girl as he thought around in circles.

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Clementine Young
Location: Hogwarts Express :: Mood: Cheerful but Cautious :: Interactions: merQUEUEtio merQUEUEtio :: Mentions: EmilyPower EmilyPower , aurnia aurnia

Clementine Seon Young never ran behind schedule. Her parents trained her much better than that, yet here she was scampering through King's Cross station. Tardiness was neither classy nor professional, and Clem strived to be both. How unfitting of her, and on her first day as prefect none the less. Keeping up a good mood today would be hard, but it was critical that she did, especially around the first-years.

The witch swore under her breath as she stole another glance at her silver wrist watch. She had planned to be boarded and seated thirty minutes before departure time, however, it now seemed that she would have but five minutes. Clementine was unprepared for her mother's morning melodramatics. It was a trial just to escape from her own home but after many reassuring words, Clem was free to go. The click-clack of suede sandals ceased as Clementine stopped in front of a brick pillar. She stood somewhere between the ninth and tenth platforms. The sight brought back sweet innocent memories of Clementine's first year at Hogwarts, but the moment was brief. She could reminisce later. The witch casually glanced around, before she stepped through the brick pillar and onto platform nine and three-fourths.

Clementine was filled with joy as she once again laid her eyes on the Hogwarts Express and all its majesty. She shivered slightly as a biting breeze blew by, catching her woolen jacket and exposing her polished Hufflepuff prefect badge. Clementine's mouth twisted, almost revealing a hint of a smile as she slowly stepped into the railway carriage. Clementine was almost instantly engulfed in the ocean of eager students. Her current carriage was occupied by mostly first and second year by the looks of it. Clem knew she needed to move towards the steam engine, closer to her peers and fellow house prefects. Slowly she parted the sea of students and passed through the gangway connection and into the next carriage.

Clementine was relieved to see that this carriage was much more orderly than the last. There were almost no students in the passageway as they were all in their own compartments. Slowly the witch moved forward past various compartments. She recognized several of her sixth-year peers who waved and smiled as she paced by. However, there were also faces that she was surprised to see. Former students who had defected to the Death Eaters during the battle for Hogwarts. While still discontent about the whole situation she remembered that Hufflepuff was the house of tolerance, and if tolerance didn't work she always had her wand. Clementine's pace slowed as she approached a compartment with its door wide open.

"Hey, Daniel. Long time no see."

Clem hung awkwardly in the doorway. It was only after addressing him did she realize the heavy atmosphere in the compartment. She gave a cold glare and a little wave to Margret, the former Death Eater.

"Sorry, I didn't see you were having a conversation. I'll in the prefect carriage, so come talk to me when you've finished your business here."

Clementine stepped out of the doorway and back into the hall where she noticed another one of her peers standing right beside Daniel's compartment. However something was off, he looked scared like he had just seen a ghost.

"N...Neil are you ok you look flushed. Do you need some water?"
 
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Though she was looking at the floor, Lilly could still just about tell what the older boy was doing and where he was standing due to his shadow and what she could see in her peripheral vision. Rather than ignoring her and walking past her as she was expecting him to do, he seemed to stop and started to talk to her. He opened with a phrase that she believed to be French, though, she couldn't be sure. She'd done a little bit of French at primary school, but not enough to fully understand what he'd said. She understood 'Bonjour', which she knew as hello, but after that, she had no idea what he'd said. She looked up at him as he spoke, not wanting to appear rude in any way. As she looked at him he shook his head before speaking again, this time mostly in English with just a couple of words in French. Despite not understanding a few words he said, she understood the point that he was trying to get across to her, which confirmed her fears. All of the cabins were occupied, meaning that she'd have to share with other people. Having to share with other people did make her nervous, thanks to her social anxiety, but it was made even worse by the fact that she would have to walk into a carriage that was already occupied rather than someone walking into one that she was in. She felt a bit like she was invading other people's space.

As she was contemplating what she'd do, whether to try and find a carriage with few people in it or maybe just try and avoid them entirely, the man spoke again, asking her a simple question. "Where are you from?" Lilly thought for a moment, her awkwardness around people turning the simple question into a more complex one as she decided how to answer. How much detail would he want? Should she say simply the country she was from as she wasn't from England herself, but then, maybe the man wanted a bit more detail? After a short pause, she finally answered. "I-I'm from West Wales." She said in response to the question. She fell silent again as the man leant against the window and crossed his arms. "Wh-what about y-you?" She asked feeling that it was probably the polite thing to do.

A L M O S A L M O S - That's cool with me! Thanks! :D I'm looking forward to RPing with Y'all!
 
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Barry Elliot Noble
Feeling: || Anxious || Location: Hogwarts Express/ Hogwarts Express Corridor || Interactions: N/A, Open || Mentions: Ms. Sparrow Ms. Sparrow Flecker Flecker
Time began to become nonexistent for Barry as he sat there, idly flicking his wand. After a moment he would stop, considering his wand. He did not own many nice things, but this wand was the exception. The wood of the wand was dark in color, not quite as dark as a wand made of chestnut, but definitively darker than that of an oak wand. The wood appeared flawed, with how the grain twisted and swirled about along the length, but to Barry it added personality to the wand. A small cross guard separated the handle and the main shaft of wood, styled like a blooming rose. The handle was simple in its appearance, with small vine snaking their way up to the roseguard, a common theme found in wands made from vine. And so he stared at it, going over the wands make up in his mind for the umpteenth time. Holding his wand gave him comfort when he began to spiral, especially during those summers when he was not allowed at Hogwarts and he lived at halfway houses, dealing with the muggle ramifications of "running away". He focused on the wand, pushing away the negative thoughts that lurked at the edges of his mind. What are you doing Noble? You were going to at least attempt to change this year and you are already sulking in a compartment alone! You saw Alexandrine right? Along with that genius kid Michael. Alex is your friend, kinda. And how bad could Michael be? I mean last year like half the students were Death Eaters so... NO. DON'T. STOP. Death Eaters are gone now! Besides, McGonagall wouldn't allow students who literally tortured and killed other students back in right? She care to much about us to do that!

Swinging his legs off the seat he would sit up, scooping Freya up with one arm, ignoring her meows of displeasure. Planting a kiss on her head he would stand, tucking the cat back into his large inner pocket of his jack, grabbing his luggage. He sometimes felt fortunate that he owned so little, allowing him free movement to travel without lugging everything he needed in several different bags. Pushing open the door to his compartment he would head back towards the car that Alexandrine was in.


He would make his way through the other cars, dodging students moving around the train. It was always the most chaotic right at the very end before the train left, but Barry was well practiced in navigating busy corridors. Barry would step into the car that Alexandrine had been on last he saw, stopping at the door to take a breath, steeling his nerves before stepping around people, stopping at her compartment door, knocking on it in a rhymatic pattern.

 
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Arabella Coven
Location: Hogwarts Express - Mood: Mad - Interactions: Margaret Avery aurnia aurnia Daniel Lewis EmilyPower EmilyPower Connor Bright @KingH Neil Orville merQUEUEtio merQUEUEtio Benjamin and Katherine Arael Arael

Arabella, surprisingly, remained quiet and collected as Margaret spoke. Surprised the girl was capable of such an outburst, but even more shocked at the revelation that she'd not only gone against orders from her fellow Death Eaters, but she'd tried to save a life in the process. After being an active participant of countless of raids during the war, she knew more about raids and the inner workings of death eaters than most young members. She knew the consequences of going against direct orders, both from Death Eaters with a high rank and the Dark Lord himself, were cruel and severe. She, herself, wasn't a stranger to disobedience. When the dark mark was still fresh on her skin, and the Dark Lord began trusting her more than the other recruits, her arrogance only grew. Feeling she was far too superior than the senior members of the Dark Lord's inner circle, Arabella began refusing to do what they ordered her to do. She would only take the Dark Lord's orders, and disregarded the other's as if their opinions and plans as if they were nothing but trash. She paid the price for her insubordination, paid it until the punishments became too much to bear and she learned to behave like a good Death Eater should. The fact that Margaret had probably gone through much of the same, just to save someone she probably didn't even know, was admirable. Even for someone like Arabella.

"Well look at that, redhead's got a heart. And I always thought gingers have no souls," she commented with a chuckle, taking a few steps backwards to let Margaret finish pouring her heart away. The atmosphere in the room was tense, and she felt like it was her duty to release some of the tension in the compartment. Katherine's entrance definitely helped, with the dry wit and sarcastic comments she'd come to know and love over the years. "Over the years, I've grown to adore the hatred from the authorities. Life without being persecuted is such a bore, Katherine darling," she replied. She was more than familiar with the Blackwell girl, seeing she'd come back for another year was more than a relief. Especially considering she'd somehow been able to keep her prefect status. Arabella pushed the green-eyed monster of jealousy aside and considered the privileges of having a fellow ex-Death Eater in a position of power. She sat down next to Katherine with a smile and wrapped her left arm around her as the confrontation evolved right in front of them, ending with Margaret and Daniel leaving the compartment for good.

"See, look at what you've done. Making a poor girl cry, shame on you," she mocked. "Margaret does have a point, though. War is never some good vs. bad thing. Sure, we Death Eaters did some... morally reprehensible things during the war. We are the ones who will be remembered as devils in the history books. Do you really think I did it all just for the sake of being evil? No, I had different motives- mostly for my personal gain. Had it not been for that, I never would've joined. I have better things to do than murder and torture muggleborns all day. What I'm trying to say is; give us some credit. There's more to us than deranged murderers behind metal masks, believe it or not," she explained. Not even bothering to look at Benjamin, and instead focusing on twirling a lock of Katherine's hair around her finger. "For the record, I didn't flee the battle because I'm a coward. Fear had a small part in that decision, sure, but it was mostly because I was bored. The way the Dark Lord advertised the final battle seemed much better than how it eventually played out. More victory and less... well, we all know what happened," she lowered her gaze and closed her eyes for a second. She would rather die than tell the Gryffindor prefect why she'd truly left the battle. It would be shameful to admit how horrified and disgusted she'd felt as she saw her classmates falling in combat. Not at the other Death Eaters, but at herself, and at the monster she'd become.

The departure of Margaret and Daniel seemed to bring more newcomers into their compartment. As Connor walked in to scold his fellow prefects, which brought a laugh from Arabella. "See? This is the kind of prefect we deserve! Oh, Connor... what's-your-name, where have you been when I needed you the most?" She replied, "I hope you're here to collect your prefect friends. Benjamin, I can't say it was an honor seeing you again. In fact, I despise you and hope we never meet again. Now if you could please get the fuck out of my compartment, that would be swell."

Following Connor, came another student who was looking for somewhere to sit. Upon seeing the inhabitants of the compartment, the boy froze and looked at them in shock. This was a reaction Arabella was used to, both because of her dashing looks and her past as a Death Eater. This time, however, was different. She couldn't quite understand why, but she was sure she'd seen him before. "Don't I know you from somewhere?" She asked, "Oh well, I suppose it doesn't matter. I guess you can stay here, if you wish. Although I must warn you, prefects have this nasty habit of bothering us every now and then. Other than that, it's quite peaceful. If you don't want to be here, though, there are a couple more freaks you can go bother outside."

 
Theo Marin
Location: Hogwarts Express

Theo walked along the corridors of the train, looking for an empty compartment to relax in, before having to put on this ridiculous death eater facade. He had opted not to wear the typical robes but instead choose a more casual look. Being careful to have long sleeves in order to hide the black ink that marked his forearm. As he walked he passed multiple different cabins full of excited kids, and kids that radiated sorrow and remorse. He past a few kid who glared at him, knowing full well who and what he was. This fueled Theo to shift his mask into place, steeling his look and causing him to brush past everyone. Wand tucked into the waist band of his jeans.

Theo’s eyes swept the carts for an open or empty cabin he could slip in to and remain unnoticed till he got to Hogwarts. Down one of the corridors he came across a mall commotion of students around a cabin, he slowed his steps and walked slowly trying to figure out what was happening. As he walked he watched Margaret Avery rush out of the cabin, followed close by by a Hufflepuff that Theo slightly recognized from one of his classes. His first thought was that there were other death eaters on this train and things were not going well for them. Part of him wanted to get involved and back up his fellow “reformed” death eaters but another part of him was thinking about turning around and letting them hash it out themselves. He could hear the talking of another boy. Talking about being prefects and how regardless of past actions they shouldn’t be acting they way they were. Theo slightly recognized him as he walked closer, he had watched him sling curses and protection spells during the battle. He happened to be one of the kids he saved from a killing curse with out his knowledge.

He huffed and pushed his way through the few students that stood by listening trying to get a glimpse of the drama. Theo was so lost on what to do that he hopped into one of the newly vacant cabins as people and first years moved away from the commotion preparing himself to get involved if need be.
 
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Interacting: Michael Harriott Flecker Flecker , Barry Noble FrazzledFox FrazzledFox

He couldn’t be here.

Obviously. They would never let him back in! Michael was probably in hiding. She knew he wasn’t in Azkaban. She’d sent so many letters to the Ministry of Magic, asking if they’d had captured him, until she supposed they got fed up and finally responded with a formal letter, informing her of exactly what she dreaded. He wasn’t dead either. She just...felt it. He had no point for returning either.

No. He wasn’t here.

But she’d never told anybody what happened. Not the professors, not her friends. Sure, they knew Michael was a Death Eater, but he’d never go so far as to torture and kill her brothers. He was smart enough, he was good at spinning sob story’s. Especially to Professors.

Alex had been staring down the hallway so long, she hadn’t even realized Mike had gotten up and informed her of his leave, most likely to test something. She forced a laugh that ended up slightly shaky, “Don’t worry I won’t touch it,” she said exasperatedly with a slight grin that didn’t quite meet her eyes. “And try not blow up the train.” She called after him, jokingly, shutting the compartment door.

What was she concerned about? An explosion would solve all her problems. Alex sat down, staring out the window thoughtfully. The pit in her stomach faded slowly as she reassured herself. Michael wouldn’t dare show his face. Not after what he did. No. She’d kill him. Even if she had to use the unforgivable curses to do so.

A sudden knock at her compartment door made her jolt, a bolt of panic striking her gut like lightening, her entire body whipped to face the door as her hand flew to her wand in her dress pocket, but the rythamic knocking made her pause. She couldn’t think of one person who knocked like that except for...

Alex opened the door and a side smirk tugged at her lips, “Hey stranger,” she greeted in her usual tone with a slight smugness to it, but it did not reach her eyes as she study his features, silently observing him to make sure he was well.
 
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Bertrand Ryker (BLUE), 17 - 7th Year - Ravenclaw
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Bertrand leaned his head back on the cool glass, closing his eyes - waiting for her response. She was very timid, but she had some willpower. Whether it was her own angst or her upbringing - she seemed to scrape together at least some of the nerve required to entertain the conversation. That was good. The ability to persevere in situations where one might otherwise prefer to abandon the whole scenario would serve her well. "Ah... I am from the city of Love and Light - my beloved Paris. Although... originally, I came from London. Left before I turned two, however." He made a point of trying to focus on his English. Every few words were slightly slurred, but he could manage. He could speak it fluently, as he could a few other languages - but often his French would creep in during casual conversation. Normally the people he dealt with were worldly enough to guess the meaning with relative ease... but she "A country girl, no? Are you from a line of wizards or witches? Or muggles?" He looked her clothing over... she seemed very muggle like. But he would not assume it, and if she were - then perhaps she needed some guidance. Which meant he needed to still figure out is she was interesting. If he were so inclined to help her.

The train itself seemed to have become rather busy - he stepped forward and opened the cabin next to where they were standing. Inside there sat two third years making out. Bertrand rolled his eyes, before waving his hands in an elaborate manner. A thin barrier extended between where the two of them were, and where the third years were. It became opaque and cut off all noise from their side. Children. He shook his head. "Why don't you take a seat?" He smirked at the barrier. "No one said we could not make more cabins, right?" He walked in and sat down - motioning for her to follow.

Geozaki Geozaki - there you go, you have managed to draw his attention. Now to keep it. :)

Spells used - A weak Protego, designed to look like frosted glass mixed with Quietus. (The barrier is basically cutting the room in half, one side near the door, and the other near the window - in between being the barrier.
 
Michael Rosen Harriott
Location: Train's hall -> Sitting in a table
Interactions: Alexandrine Ms. Sparrow Ms. Sparrow , Noble FrazzledFox FrazzledFox
Mentioned: Margaret aurnia aurnia , Daniel EmilyPower EmilyPower

Michael smiled after he made sure the suitcase wouldn't be touched. He once brought in a mutated viral structure of a hybrid between regular influenza with the effects of Spattergroit and caused perhaps 50 students brought down by a mixture of blisters and all of them almost mute, he didn't come clean that year, when his baggage was investigated the boy already purged all of the remaining virus just 10 seconds before Prefects and Healers managed to realize what it is.

Not too long after they talked, a series of knocks is heard. The young wizard watched as Alex opened it and behind the door is the familiar face he saw a couple of minutes ago walking by, he might not know him personally, but he frequently heard his name back when he, amusingly, tutored some of the older students with difficulties in Charms, Arithmancy and especially in Magical Theory.

"Oh hello Noble! I was just about to test some.. stuff, don't open my suitcase alright? Unless I guess if you guys want to die in a blinding surge of light"

The boy laughed and made his way back to the dense crowd. He hasn't done the rest of the calculations and simulations though, he did run some numbers in his head but he can't trust the head of someone who once failed to notice he wrote '2+2=5' in his potions work. The young man was pushed around and bumps into nearly everyone as he tried to get out of the nightmarish crowded hall. With a little luck he finally discovered a small gem cut off from the rest of the crowd. There's only tables here and perhaps with a quick scan he only saw two people, the rumored Death Eater, Margaret Avery and a Hufflepuff he couldn't really made out who. Mike shrugged.

"It'll do"

The pale ravenclaw fifth year quickly pulled his papers out and a journal after taking a seat in one of the empty tables, with a quick swish of the wand three papers float around him, two with various diagrams, numbers, equations and schematics. The last one is a clean sketch of a couple cylindrical devices. If one carefully inspects the paper they'd see STORMIFIER MK.I as its title.

"Now run the numbers again"

The wizard opened a clean sheet on his journals while repeatedly checking on the two papers with the calculations

"I mean I guess it's a 4900? Right, umm top speed.. 60? Tractive force, I mean assuming it's 0.85, some megapascals, I guess 30000 pounds, wait I don't need that much.."

The young male continued to mumble away his calculations making sure he only made small insignificant errors. At times he'd wave his wand while speaking

"Simulation 1, exposure full 60 minutes, 100%"

The paper with the clean sketch would start to change its drawings registering the numbers the young male just read and besides simulating visually what would happen, it'd also emit the sounds of crackling electricity and thunders, thankfully they won't be too loud and disturb anyone nearby, perhaps if they somehow walked close enough or is quite observant or sensitive they might pick up the strange noises.

"Damn it, run Simulation 2 with.."

He continued mumbling to himself changing the numbers trying to get the right configuration.
 
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Neil Orville Sayre//Hogwarts express//@C.C fancries1 fancries1 // Mentions Arael Arael

The Calm Swaying of the train wheels beneath him drifted Neil into such a deep thought one could relate it to a dream. The mirage formed before his eyes as he stared blankly into the cold cabin within seconds the delusion took form. In front of him, standing as if it were just another day where his muggle "parents". The illusion haunted his mind and the scenes of their death played before him in horrific detail. There they were happy as ever next a flash of green and their disfigured bodies displayed themselves beneath his very feet. Neil felt his stomach turn and felt the feeling of Nausea start to overtake him until the ringing sound of his name pierced his mind. It took about three blinks before he found himself back on board The Hogwarts Express the fatigue from insomnia had started to catch up with him. Neil turned to his left to see the person who had brought him back to reality, his eyes were greeted by a fellow Hufflepuff in past years Neil would've been excited now he just seemed angry.

"Young... Clementine Young isn't it?" He asked a question in which he already knew the answer to.
His dark eyes drifted to the sparkle of metal that rested on her school robes, a prefect's badge. Neil's eyes lightened at the sight of it, She may have a rather cloying personality but at least she was of Pure-Blood. He felt the sudden urge to congratulate her in a rather sarcastic fashion, after all, he found her to be quite annoying. To her, he probably seemed like a little boy who needed help finding his way home. This enraged him, he may have been sorted into Hufflepuff but he was in no way searching for friends.

Neil repainted his sour smile onto his face, "I see Mcgonagal has her priorities straight with picking only the finest witch to be the noble prefect for our house." He sneered.
Neil turned to leave the doorway until he heard one of his fellow Death Eaters ask the question he was oh so very unhappy to hear. He turned back to face the girl with raven colored hair, Arabella Coven. He had heard his cousin speak of her from time to time and was absolutely positive that they had met briefly before. He impulsively tugged on the left sleeve of his Quidditch sweater with his now rather clammy hands. He felt the cold nip of fear caress the hairs on his neck causing them to stand up uncontrollably, yet Neil was more clever than one may think.
He softened his eyes and gave a convincing smile to the girls inside the cabin,"I believe we may have shared a few exchanges during a study hall. Yes! I can almost guarantee that was you." He said cooly without a hint of hesitation. After all, every student had to have taken a study hall once or twice throughout their time at Hogwarts.
Meanwhile Averill his trusted companion grew even more restless in her cramped quarters of the hood of his jacket. 'We Ssshould leave before the girl recognizesss ussss.' She whispered only audible for him to hear.

"How rude would I be to deny others the pleasure of my company?" He responded to both Arabella and Averill.
Neil feeling perfectly confident in his lying abilities sat in the nearest seat available to him which was placed next to Arabella. He was quite popular at Hogwarts and was known for being "nice" and "a social butterfly" so, no one would suspect his sudden interactions with anyone even Death Eaters."
 
"Woah..." Lilly murmured as a thin layer of glass suddenly materialised in the middle of the cabin, or at least, it looked like glass. Due to her muggle roots, she'd rarely seen magic in action. In fact, she'd only really ever seen it used once... unless you counted... Lilly shook the thought from her head, she didn't want to think about that right now. She shivered slightly before returning fully to the present. Lilly followed the man into the cabin, nodding in response to his, probably rhetorical, question about making more cabins. She sat opposite him and placed her trunk on the seat beside her. Squidge followed them into the compartment and leapt into Lilly's lap when she'd placed her trunk down, he lay down, positioning himself so that he was looking at the man in blue. Lilly gently stroked Squidges head causing soft purrs to emanate from him, which seemed to calm Lilly down slightly.

Once both she and Squidge were settled, Lilly looked up at the man, realising that he's asked her some questions that she'd yet to answer."I-I'm pretty much as country as you can get..." She said, "I... kinda live in the middle of nowhere..." She added. She had toyed with describing her home in the past tense, which would have been more accurate, but she guessed that, from a certain point of view, she pretty much still lived in the middle of nowhere. Though she still stuttered slightly, and her voice still quivered a little she seemed to have calmed down quite a bit, which was partially down to them being alone in a carriage, away from other people, partially down to Squidge and partially down to the fact that this stranger who she was now sitting across from hadn't grown tired of her yet. By now, in her experience, people clocked her severe anxiety and tended to just leave, feeling that getting to know her would be too much of an effort. But this person was making an effort, so she was going to make an effort as well. "Both of my parents were Muggles." She said, answering the next question. "Though... you probably knew that already..." She added shyly, glancing briefly at the wall that separated them from the third years on the other side. Her cheeks coloured a little, suddenly feeling slightly embarrassed by how amazed she'd been by something that was probably quite simple, or at least 'normal' to most of the other kids who were on the train.

Lilly turned to look back up at the man in blue. When she imagined her first trip to Hogwarts this wasn't all that different from what she imagined, but she'd always just assumed that the person she'd be sharing a cabin with, would be her sister. She glanced out of the window by the cabin door as some boys walked past, breaking her train of thought. "Is it nice in France?" She asked, seemingly out of the blue before looking back towards the man sitting opposite her. "I... I've just never been..." She spoke with curiosity, which was genuine, but as well as wanting to know, she didn't want there to be silence for too long, for a couple of reasons.

A L M O S A L M O S - Well, Lilly's probably gonna do her best, but apologies in advance if we fail horribly :P
((P.s. The puns in 'Train of Thought' and 'Out of the Blue' Were unintentional, but I left them there after noticing them anyway.))
 
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Daniel Lewis
Location: Hogwarts Express/Mood: Angry /Interactions: Margaret Avery aurnia aurnia /Mentions: Arabella Coven fancries1 fancries1


"Right. I forgot how obsessed you purebloods are with your surnames. I apologise, Miss Avery. It won't happen again," Daniel replied, rolling his eyes at her request. Daniel was used to calling people by their first names, thanks to having such a good relationships with most of the students in Hogwarts. So, he thought her asking to be called by her last name was an attempt to remind him of her status as a member of the Avery family. Something that should invoke fear and respect in most muggleborns after the war. "You said you had someone's life in your hands, but you failed. I'm assuming that meant you'd failed at killing them, or failed at saving them- although that doesn't seem too likely," he explained. "Of course Arabella killed during the war. Have you seen her? I'm sure she'd be willing to kill her own family for designer heels."

Listening to her confession was an incredibly uncomfortable ordeal. Daniel felt more conflicted than he ever had in his life. This death eater- a person he'd sworn to hate for the rest of his life, was confessing what she'd done and the guilt behind her actions. He understood her burden well enough. To know that you could've saved someone, but they still died because you didn't do enough, was one of the worst things he went through during the war. Especially after hearing the news of his sister's death. He'd always blamed himself for her death. Had he not been so rebellious and gone agains the death eater's wishes, they wouldn't have gone to his house to kill his sister. Even if they had, he should've been there to protect her. Not at Hogwarts plotting with the other students, creating flawed plans that would never work. His duty, as the only wizard of the family, should've been to protect his parents and sister from the war he got them into. His caring nature told him to comfort Margaret, to help her get through her problems and let her know she wasn't alone with such a horrible burden. But she was a death eater. Daniel knew how evil they were, and knew exactly what they were capable of. He couldn't help a death eater, no matter if they tried to save someone or not. After all, she might not have killed, but what other crimes did she commit under Voldemort's command? How many other innocent lives did she ruin for her blood purity ideals?

"I- I understand," he admitted, taking a few steps closer to Margaret. "To hold the most precious thing in the world- the life of a human being- in your hands, and not be able to do anything to protect it. Is absolute hell," his gaze lowered and he brought his fingers to his temple. Trying to keep his emotions under control. "But I don't understand. Why would you try to help a muggle? Child or not, I know how you felt about them. Why would you care so much about a life the other death eaters thought was insignificant?"

 
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Clementine Young
Location: Hogwarts Express :: Mood: Annoyed but Optimistic :: Interactions: merQUEUEtio merQUEUEtio :: Mentions: fancries1 fancries1 , Arael Arael

Clementine calmly studied Neil's unfocused gaze. It was as if he was in his own world. She stood there silently as his eyes slowly centered on her. Sometimes Clem worried about Neil Sayre. Well, to be fair she worried about most people; it was her nature. However, there was something extra worrisome about Neil. His name alone was enough to raise eyebrow or two. When Clementine first met the Hufflepuff wizard she hadn't thought much of it, but now it disturbed her every time she thought about it. That combined with the subtle changes in his personality as of late was enough stress her greatly. Perhaps her friend needed someone to talk too. She made a mental note to check on him once they got to the Hufflepuff dormitory.

Clementine casually pulled a stray hair flush with the rest as Neil paid her a compliment. Her mouth slanted into a slight smile, as she was quite fond of compliments. Seeing that Neil was no longer looking so haunted Clementine turned to leave the doorway. However, her departure was delayed by a beckoning voice from in the compartment. It belonged to the former Death Eater, Arabella. The dark witch addressed Neil so casually as if they had met before; it made Clementine uneasy. Neil retorted that they had interacted during study hall, which did nothing to alleviate Clem's worries. She gazed steadily at Neil in a brief moment of silence as the train quickly careened along the railway. The Hufflepuff wizard opened his mouth.

"How rude would I be to deny others the pleasure of my company?" he asserted with an air of confidence.

Clementine watched with dismay as Neil causally slid the death eater filled compartment. Clem took a moment to calm her nerves, this was Neil, he was always the social type. She gathered her self before looking back to the wizard.

"Alright then, it was nice seeing you again. I'll be two carriages up with the other prefect's if you need me for anything."

Clementine then slowly peaked her head into the compartment, just enough for her to meet eyes with the two witches. While her heart was full of disappointment her face remained unchanged. She gave a stern look.

"You two, play nice with my friend. I wouldn't want to discipline anyone on their first day back," she said coldly before leaning out of the room.

Slowly Clementine turned and continued her way towards the prefect cabin. Usually, she wasn't one for making casual threats, but she believed in flexing authority every now and again. Just enough to remind them where they stood.
 
Connor Bright
Location: Hogwarts Express. Mentions: C.C. C.C.

Connor looked around the cabin, he watched a few more people stop by the cabin before leaving the small compartment fed up with everything. He followed after a fellow prefect, who he had small conversations with over the years. But was never really her friend. He followed after and slipped into the prefect trailer, hoping that Ben got the idea and joined them.

He sat in one of the seat pulling his wand out and flipping it through his fingers. Getting used to the feeling again. He had just turned 17 so he hadn’t really had a chance to use magic till right before he got back to school. He looked up at the girl. “So how do you feel about Death Eaters being allowed back at Hogwarts?” He asked, leaning toward resign his elbows on his knees and folding his hands together around the wand.

(Kinda forgot that Connor was in that cabin so i did my best to extract him from it)


 

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