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[NessieAlways]

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

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UNIFORM​

First-year students will require:

• Three sets of plain work robes (black)
  
• One plain pointed hat (black) for day wear
  
• One pair of protective gloves (dragon hide or similar)
  
• One winter cloak (Black, with silver fastenings)
  

Please note that all pupil's clothes should carry name tags

COURSE BOOKS


All students should have a copy of each of the following:

• The Standard Book of Spells (Grade 1), by Miranda Goshawk
  
• A History of Magic, by Bathilda Bagshot
  
• Magical Theory, by Adalbert Waffling
  
• A Beginner's Guide to Transfiguration, by Emeric Switch
  
• One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi, by Phyllida Spore
  
• Magical Drafts and Potions, by Aresenius Jigger
  
• Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them, by Newt Scamander
  
• The Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Protection, by Quentin Trimble
  

OTHER EQUIPMENT

• 1 Wand
  
• 1 Cauldron (pewter, standard size 2)
  
• 1 Set glass or crystal phials
  
• 1 Telescope
  
• 1 Set brass scales
  

Student may also bring, if they desire, an owl OR a cat OR a toad.

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PARENTS ARE REMINDED THAT FIRST YEARS ARE NOT ALLOWED THEIR OWN BROOMSTICK​

Yours sincerely,

Mairwen Parry Vandervaart


Chief Attendant of Witchcraft Provisions

Diagon Alley

There's only one place we're going to get all this. Diagon Alley. Molly Weasley

Diagon Alley

The sound of excitement, wonder, and thrill filled each and every store in Diagon Alley, the first stop in a wizard's journey. Kids, adults, and creatures of all shapes and sizes roam around the packed streets as they happily make their magical purchases. Olivander's, filled with bright young minds eagerly awaiting for their chance to be chosen by their wand. Flourish and Blotts blossoms with students picking up the books that will aid in their quest for knowledge. Owls hooting aloud as people pass by in Eeylop's Owl Emporium and, lets not forget, Weasley's Wizard Wheezes, a youngster's dream come true. Diagon Alley buzzes with craze as the school year approaches. Supplies are being bought, bags packed, and goodbyes said as the students of Hogwarts prepare for an amazing year to come.

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Platform 9 3/4

Excuse me sir, can you tell me where I might find Platform Nine and Three-Quarters? Harry Potter

Platform 9 3/4

1 September, 10:45 am

The magic for every First Year begins at King's Cross Station in London, England. More specifically, it begins at Platform Nine and Three-Quarters where every Hogwarts student, both new and returning, dash through the magically concealed entrance to the Hogwarts Express. Once through, they find themselves along a crowded platform with parents and guardians bidding their children adieu as they board the red passenger carriages. There were several students along the line leaning out the windows to wave to friends or speak to their family one last time before the train would leave the station.

Each passenger carriage holds various compartments; some comprising of six-seater rooms partitioned off with a view, or tables and four-seater booths more open to the rest of the carriage. As the clock strikes eleven, the Hogwarts Express slowly begins its long journey to Hogsmead Station.

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[Effervescent]

Aboard the Hogwarts Express



The enchanted steam engine hissed and whistled as a final warning to those saying their final good-byes. Platform Nine and Three Quarters was bustling still even after all the students had boarded the long line of red carriages. It was finally eleven o'clock on the morning of the grandest adventure the First Years could ever hope for. Yvaine's dreaming eyes soaked in his surroundings as he boarded the train with his luggage, and cat crate, in tow behind him.


With a soft lurch, the train's forward momentum caused the young boy's footing to falter slamming himself right into a fellow student. Who it was or if they were offended did not cross his mind. His mother instilled manners into his mind, yet sometimes it just did not click unless prompted. And thus, he absentmindedly continued on his way in search for the perfect place to sit. His cat, Autumn, grumbled within his crate.


The perfect room with a view. That's what he wanted. One of those rooms with the door he can shut so he can let Autumn out of his crate. Walking down the row of partitioned rooms, he peered into each while deftly trying to stay out of the way of passersby. Familiar friends conversed as they made their way to another carriage or conversed behind a closed sliding door. A lot of the rooms were already full!


Homesickness hadn't hit Yvaine yet despite never having been without family until this very moment. The excitement of what was now and what was to come far outweighed what he just waved good-bye to. He loved his parents and his sister dearly, but they were currently not in the forefront of his mind.


Finally, he found a seemingly unclaimed room and quickly slipped inside. He quickly shut the door behind him and opened up the top partition to the cat crate. Autumn's yellow eyes promptly looked up at the boy and lingered within the crate hesitantly. The long-haired cat was the family cat, and shared the lack of adventuring with Yvaine. He was less keen than his human counterpart.


"Well?" Yvaine prompted. "Do you want out or not?"


The cat slowly brought his head out of the crate to observe his surroundings, but still would not budge further.

 

[NessieAlways]

~Imogen Pemberly Gladwyn~

Leaving Home


"Come on Arabella! We're going to be late because of you and I don't want to miss my train!" Imogen yelled as Arabella struggled in the closet trying to choose an outfit to put on. The delicate blonde girl carefully picked and chose the perfect outfit for every occasion; this occasion, the departure of her sister. Imogen, on the other hand, was plopped half way down on the couch with a bag of chips on her side and a shirt she wasn't entirely sure was clean. "Just because we're witches doesn't mean we have to turn green and grow warts on out face. Oh wait you're too late" Arabella appeared in front of her sister. She stuck her tongue out at Imogen and grimaced at her posture. "You know...you can at least pretend to act lady like." Imogen rolled her eyes and jumped on from the couch. "Please forgive me mademoiselle." Imogen bowed down towards Arabella mockingly.

After an exchange of menacing glances the sisters burst into laughter. Inspite of the jealousy she sometimes held for the girl, Imogen couldn't help but love her. She was her sister after all. Imogen hugged her sister just at their parents appeared behind them. Adeline, the mother, had a scornful expression. She wasn't all that pleased with the idea of Imogen attending the one place that caused most of her suffering, but she was convinced by Gulliver, the father, to let her try at least one year. "Ready Pemy?" her father asked. "Absolutely!"

London Train Station


The young blonde rolled her luggage cart around the London train station. Behind her followed Adeline, her mother, Gulliver, her father, and in his arm, little Arabella, her eight-year old sister. "Imogen! Wait for me!" Imogen turned to look at her sister and smiled as the youngster wiggled out of her father's arms and ran towards Imogen. "I bet you can't catch me!" Imogen turned back around and began to run. "Imogen wait!" Adeline cried after child in fear of her getting lost or worse, stolen. Gulliver grabbed on to Arabella before she ran off and yelled after his second daughter. "Imogen!" Adeline raced after Imogen, shoving and pushing through the crowd. Hearing her mother yelling behind her only made Imogen run faster, not out of malice, but she honestly thought her mother wanted to play races with her too. With the luggage cart in front of her, Imogen weaved her way through the crowd. Adeline on her tail. Catching up to the girl, the Adeline gripped her arm tightly. That's when Imogen realized her mother wasn't playing around. "Don't you ever do that again Imogen! Do you understand me? Ever!" With a frown on her face Imogen yanked her arm out of her mother's grasp. "Ow! Yes, I understand. I only wanted to have some fun."

Adeline looked behind her for reinforcement from her husband, but he looked more disappointed at his wife than at his daughters. "Addy, you don't have to worry about Imogen. She's safe here and she'll be safe over there as well." Gulliver looked over to Imogen, "But your mother is right. You shouldn't go running off like that okay Pemy?" Imogen responded with a short and brisk nod. "I wont run off any-There it is!" Once again, Imogen took off running towards the wall between platform 9 and 10. Her father just shook his head and laughed.

Excitement began bubbling inside Imogen as she looked at the wall. Grandpa Oswald had told her that the only way to enter the train was through magic. Imogen had never used magic before, at least intentionally. She was a good distance from the wall, but Imogen was already jumping in excitement. "I want to use magic! I want to go to the train!" The color flushed out of Adeline as she noticed people where beginning to stare. "Imogen, keep it down." She showed a smile on her lips, but Adeline was close to strangling her own daughter. She looked around at the muggle's in view "Kids…gotta love them." Her smile clearly displayed her anger which only made the muggles' stares continue. Thankfully Gulliver came to the rescue.

He stood behind Imogen and said quietly, "I'm going to teach you some magic Imogen, but you have to be extra quiet and concentrate, okay?" Imogen stopped bouncing up and down and nodded. "Alright I want you to close your eyes and think about the train." Imogen shut her eyes tightly and began to image a train much like the one that was in her train toy station. "Okay, now you're going to open your eyes and run to that wall. When you get close to it I want you to say, 'Open Sesame!' Got it? You have to believe that it'll work and say the magic words clearly. Ready? One, Two, Three!" Imogen opened her eyes and took off running towards the red, brick wall that separated Platforms 9 and 10.




Platform 9 3/4


There was no hesitation as Imogen approached the wall. She trusted her father completely and believed that if she concentrated hard enough she'd see magic happen and she'd be in the train. As soon as her luggage cart hit the wall Imogen yelled, "Open Sesame!" She felt a strange surge of power go through her it was exhilarating. Like a flock of birds surging through her body. Before she knew it she was standing before a large black and red steam engine and a sign hanging from above that read Platform 9 3/4. She had arrived.

As soon as she got all her stuff on the train and kissed both her parents and sister goodbye, Imogen hopped on the train stomach churning from nerves and excitement all at once. Her hands curled around the straps of her DC universe backpack and the cage of Dakota, the owl her grandfather had gotten her as a congratulations gift. She walked through the crowded halls of the train and looked around trying to find a good place to sit, but all the seats seemed to be full. Imogen's nerves began to dominate over her excitement as her mind jumbled around the thought of not finding a place to sit and being thrown out. It's okay Imogen...you'll find a place to sit it. Dakota began to coo wanting to be let out, but she wasn't about to let her owl fly around a train. Finally Imogen saw a closed compartment and from the looks of it, it was empty. A smile formed on Imogen's lips as she flung the door open and walked in. Only the compartment wasn't empty. There was a boy there. A boy with shaggy black hair, glasses and talking to a cat. "Oh! Sorry I thought this room was empty. Everything else seems to be packed, mind if I sit here?" Even though Imogen hadn't gotten an answer yet, she set Dakota's cage down and make herself comfortable.

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|William Wolfe Whickham|

Running late


A fat lump of fur hung from the arms of a tall lanky boy. "Waldo...I swear...you and I...are going on a diet...once we get to school." William was racing down the streets of London. His pulse racing and lungs aching for air. He looked behind him as a board muscular man in a black suit and tie jogged behind him without a break of sweat. "Save yourself Gilbert! Go on without me Gilbert." William said as he stopped to catch his breath and get a better grip of Waldo who was sliding down his arms. Gilbert was William's personal body guard. Although he was highly against a man following him around, William's mother insisted on William being with Gilbert at all possible moments. She didn't want to risk anything happening to her little boy.

William had been a bit depressed at the fact that his parents weren't going to walk him to the station, but to be honest he knew it was going to happen. Wren and Wendolyn had a school recital that morning and after convincing William's mother, the parents decided to send Gilbert to drop off William. "It'll only be for a while sweetie. We'll meet you outside of the train." William's mother kissed his forehead and ruffled his hair. "Mom! It took me hours to get my hair ready!" The woman laughed and waved her boy goodbye as Gilbert check in to his shift. Now they were almost to the train and his parents were no where to be found.

Expressionless as always Gilbert stopped behind the kid dressed in vibrant colors as he complained. They exchanged a brief glance before Gilbert moved in front of William and launched him over his shoulder. William let out a muffled yelled surprised by the sudden contact between Gilbert and him. Juggling the fat cat in his arms, William squeezed his arms together to keep Waldo from falling. To this Waldo replied with a lazy and low pitched meow. Without a moment for William to protest his release,Gilbert spoke with a thick Russian accent "no little man get left behind," And Gilbert began running down the street towards the London Train station with William and Waldo over his shoulder.

The Red Brick Wall


The blonde head of a young boy stuck out on top of the crowd. "You see parents?" Gilbert had let William mount his shoulders and looked over the crowd to see if his parents had already arrived. "No they aren't here yet, but they'll come! I have a feeling about it." William wiggled his way down the mans shoulders and slumped on his luggage cart. "They're just running late, but I'm sure they'll be here to say goodbye." With a worried look, William looked over toward the clock in the London Station. The recite should have been over by know. What was taking his parents so long? After a long wait and only 30 minutes left before the train departed, William frowned realizing his parents wouldn't be here to say goodbye after all.

"Alright Gilbert, you know the drill. Mom can't sped too much time watching tv. No salt because she has high blood pressure, and absolutely no fighting with dad. Understood?" Gilbert nodded as William gave him instructions on how to take care of his mother. The truth was that as soon as William left for Hogwarts, Gilbert was off duty and left back to his home town although William didn't know this. He thought Gilbert would stay with the family while he was at Hogwarts. With one final search through the crowd for his parents William sighed. They weren't here. He looked towards the red, brick wall nervous. His initial excitement has died down knowing that he wasn't going to get to say goodbye to his parents, but William put on a strong suit and prepared himself to go through the wall.

Seconds before entering the platform, William caught the glimpse of the terrible duo, Wren and Wendolyn. The twins glided through the station with a sense of dominance, well as much dominance as six year-olds have. All who were in their way either stepped to the side or were pushed away by Wren's little hand. To the twins, age only determined whether you plaid full price on a meal, or child discount. His parents weren't far behind. Although his initial fear of his siblings had paralyzed him, the sight of his fun, loving mother made William feel warm and fuzzy. "You made it!" Leaving his cart unattended William ran over to his mother and embraced her in a tight hug. William's mother smiled at her child, unlike his father who was frowning at the public display of affection. The twins were expressionless, but seeing their father's scornful expression, they tried to mimic him.

"Of course I made it Willy Bear. I wouldn't dare let you leave by yourself. Now come on let's go before the train leaves you." William nodded in delight and with his family walked back to the cart he had left unsupervised. "Look Waldo! Mom and dad made it!" Fixing the sleeves of his light blue shirt William grabbed hold of the luggage cart, closed his eyes, and, with a smile on his face, ran through the wall knowing his parents would be right behind him.

All aboard


Putting his stuff away on the train was the hardest part. His father had refused to help him, insisting that he was a man and should be able to carry his own luggage. That along with Waldo rubbing himself on his feet was just the cherry on top. But alas, he managed to get his stuff up on the train and find an empty compartment. Smiling to himself, William dropped the fat cat on the seat and plopped himself on the spot next to him. He scurried himself to the window quickly to see if he could find his parents and wave them goodbye once again, but they had already left. Gilbert was there though, speaking on his phone with someone. A small frown crossed William's lips before he caught Gilbert's gaze and smiled brightly. He was thankful that he had stayed with him, but honestly, he wanted his parents to be there too. "Guess it's just you and me Waldo. We're going to have a great time in wizard school! Maybe they'll make a potion that make you skinny" The cat meowed, complaining at the sound of William's voice disrupting his sleep. "...and less grouchy"

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@Akeira @Archangel @CloudyBlueDay @kira blackthorn @Macaberz @RubyRose @Valorie

 

[RubyRose]

Gail Owen Talon


In all honesty Gail would have been terrified (was perhaps still a little terrified) about going to a place so far from home… but his two older sisters had done it so why couldn’t he? He could already feel the absence that Janie had left when she turned out to be a Squib… but Gail pushed past it. He was not going to be drug down by something as trivial as not having his twin along with him. He could handle life on his own and it was time to prove that.


Ember, the second oldest of all his siblings, stood with her hands on her hips, her foot tapping impatiently as Gail stopped to gaze around at all the sights.


“Come on little brother, the train isn’t going to wait for you.” She urged though there really wasn’t a press for time just yet. Gail pulled his gaze away from the people milling through the train station to follow his sister.


“9… 10… Ember, there is no 9 and 3 quarters…” Gail complained. He double and then triple checked the platforms, having never been on a train before and wondering if he had missed something. Ember just laughed before giving a rather snarky reply.


“Shows what you know.” And then she pushed her cart towards a brick wall. Gail was ready to call out to her… to say she was going to run right into the pillar… when his sister disappeared right through the red bricks. Gail’s eyes widened before he pushed his cart to follow after her. His gaze darted around rather fearfully as he slowly pushed his cart forward. What if there’s a magic word to get through? What if you have to be a certain age and first years have to go some other way?


Gail’s heart was pounding in his chest… rapidly enough that he was beginning to wonder if he was going to have a heart attack. He slowed to a stop right before his cart touched the bricks, fear causing his palms to sweat and for a moment Gail just stood there- feeling unsure of himself and very much like an idiot.


You can do this, Gail. You are not weak. You are a wizard, for crying out loud. Eventually you’ll be on to bigger and greater things… you just have to take that first step. Gail took a deep breath and then gave his cart a shove, watching as it disappeared through the bricks… and then he was going through the bricks… and when he opened his eyes he found himself on platforms 9 ¾, bustling with other kids pushing around carts that seemed twice their size. Gail made a quick check on Tidliwinks, sighing when he found that his kitten was curled at the back of the cage- just where he had been the last time Gail had looked. The young boy just shook his head, this cat was ridiculous. Obviously he would have to give in to Gail’s charm eventually.


Gail did not see Ember again and presumed that she went to join others of her houses. House Gryffindor, if he remembered correctly… Gail took a moment to ponder which house he would end up in. And then he wondered how long it would take him to make friends here… and if he’d amass a group of followed or just make one or two really close friends. Why not both?


Getting things onto the train was easier than Gail thought it was going to be. And it didn’t take long for Gail to begin wandering the train. He came across several empty compartments and considered taking one… but felt it would be much more useful to find one already occupied with someone he could see himself making friends with. He also came across several full compartments, not really taking interest because they were upper classmen. Gail wanted to be around his peers, not a bunch of bigger kids with superiority complexes.


Continuing to look around his gaze fell on a familiar face and Gail outright paused… his eyes widening. This… couldn’t be. There was no way… Ethan hadn’t said anything about being a wizard! But then… well Gail should have guessed, he supposed. Not every odd occurrence that had happened had to have been connected to Gail’s own powers… but then he was probably too busy trying to explain the weirdness away to even begin to consider that Ethan was a wizard too.


Gail opened his mouth to shout Ethan before stopping himself. Maybe Ethan hadn’t told him for a reason? Gail shrugged, going over to tap Ethan on the shoulder, Tidliwink’s crate clutched tightly in his other hand.


“Surprise to see you here.” Gail said, his tone warm despite his words. His face was split in a grin, already he wasn’t alone.


Erin Riann Miller


“Dad! Dad! Look over there!” Erin called, pointing out a lady dressed in a very vibrant shade of red, wearing a hat with a great big fluffy red feather. “And Dad! Oh do you see that Dad? Over there?” Erin called, suddenly twisting around to point in another direction to show a man’s whose face seemed to be set in a permanent frown. “Oh! And over there! Dad! Dad do you see?!” Erin said, jerking her father to a halt when she stopped midstride to point at someone passing them. Eric’s smile, though tired, was still filled with amusement.


“Yes sweetheart, I see. There’s the woman who seems to be the embodiment of Red- do you think she’d be a Red Aes Sedai? (reference from book series)” Eric asked, grinning at the look of shock and distaste that covered Erin’s face.


“Her? An Aes Sedai? No way… she doesn’t look like she could bend a real thread, much less a thread of power. And I don’t think she’d hate men, either.” Erin said, shaking her head. “Did you see the others too?”


“You mean that guy who must have recently eaten a lemon? Yes dear, I saw him. And I also saw the short, stocky man with the rather interesting haircut. If I didn’t know better I’d thought he was Wolverine.”


“Dad…” Erin said slowly, shaking her head before her eyes lit up in a grin. “You’re the best!”


Eric just nodded, a rather proud smile on his face. “So… what platform are we looking for again?” He said after a pause. They had reached platforms 9 and 10 and he had recalled that the platform number for Erin’s train was a bit odd.


“9 and 3 quarters.” Erin answered easily, her gaze moving up towards the platform numbers. “I didn’t know fractions were in platform numbers Dad… and I don’t see any around here. Did we go to the wrong train station?”


“No honey, we’re in the right station.” Eric said slowly. A smile began to spread across his face though, deciding to try and make the slight panic in the pit of his stomach go away with a little fun. “I bet there’s a magic trick to it Erin. And I know just the wizard detective to figure it out.” He added with a sly grin.


“Wizard Detective Erin is On The Case!” Erin declared, pushing her cart towards Eric before bending over to almost press her nose to the ground- like Sherlock did in the movies. Or was it the books? Maybe the cartoon Sherlock Mouse? Erin rubbed at her chin as she thought about it, her gaze looking around everywhere. She started examining the cracks on the floor, touching some here and there and trying different tap steps while they wandered back and forth between platforms 9 and 10. While she was distracted, Eric also kept an eye out- and noticed when a small group of people walked right through a pillar. Smiling to himself, Eric advanced the game.


“I don’t think we’ll find it on the floor. You’ve tried everything.” Eric sighed, casually heading towards the pillar he’d seen the others go through. “I guess even the great wizard detective can’t solve every case.”


“Can too! Just… just wait! Give me more time!” Erin said, waving her hands around.


“Time? But… we don’t have time. The train might be leaving any minute.” Eric teased. He could see the worry begin to flash across Erin’s features, moving to casually lean into the red bricks lining the support system for the train station. When he fell through, it still caught him off guard. Erin, with her cart in hand, followed shortly after him.


“What happened Dad?!”


“Magic.” Eric replied, wiggling his fingers. Both he and his daughter moved to the side of the bustling people to really look around the station. “You’ll do great, honey.” Eric said, bending down so that he was kneeling in front of his daughter. He pressed a soft kiss to her forehead. “Don’t forget to send me letters every other week on what’s going on. What magic is like. Alright sweetie?”


Erin nodded, glancing down at her shoes. “Thanks Dad.” She said, playing with her fingers a moment before she wrapped her arms around him in a wild bear hug. “Don’t forget to send the new Wheel of Time books as I finish’em. I wanna catch up to you!” Erin added, pecking her dad on the cheek. She waved goodbye to him, a small part of her heart cracking at the slightly lost expression on her dad’s face. Even though he had to leave her sometimes and have her stay with Uncle Rufus, she could still always see the sadness about having to leave her behind. She gave him a confident smile, waving and blowing him a kiss before turning and heading towards the train.


Getting her belongings on the train could have been more difficult, she supposed… but it was hard enough that Erin was feeling slightly fatigued by the time everything but her owl Peeker was packed away. Students were moving quickly through the hallways and some of them bumped into Erin when she would suddenly pause to look closely at something.


“We’re really doing this, Peeker… we’re going to Hogwarts and we’re going to be wizards! Or… well… I’ll be a wizard. You’ll still be an owl.” Erin amended. She realized that the proper terminology here was ‘witch’ but that just made her think of some haggard old woman with a green face and long, gnobbly fingers that grabbed kids and made them into stews. She wanted to be big, powerful, and wielding her mighty wand. Peeker hooted quietly at her, his eyes peering wearily at her before closing as the owl attempted to go back to sleep. Peeker always seemed to do that when they were in modes of transportation. She supposed that that was probably for the best and found a place to stow the owl away.


“Alright. Time to say hi. To people. I guess.” Erin said, “I can do this… Really… I can totally do this.” She wasn’t entirely sure how to greet other witches and wizards. Was ‘hi’ a normal greeting? It… well it probably was. She started to move around the train, pausing when she saw a boy with dark messy hair. Well.. he looked friendly enough. And if he wasn’t, there were plenty of other people on the train. “Hi! I’m Erin! What’s your name? Are you excited to go to Hogwarts? I know I am!” Erin rambled cheerfully, stopping only to take a breath and then preventing herself from continuing so that the boy could answer.


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[kira blackthorn]

~Conall Addams~


Leaving home


Tin wriggled in her masters tight grip trying to escape and go play with the birds. Conall glanced down at his white kitten never stopping his conversation with his brother. She was an adorable one alright and he knew he could never think his mom for getting her for him. Smile widening he tightened his hold and turned his attention back to his brother.


"..and she screamed so loud it shocked the teacher awake and she fell out of her seat. It was hilarious!" Callum exclaimed arms moving widely as he tried to capture how hilarious the situation was and eyes bright.


"It sounds like it. " Conall chuckled trying his best to keep his brother from noticing how nervous he was. It's not that he wasn't excited to go to Hogwarts but it finally hit him that he would be leaving home and going to a new place. A place far away from his parents and friends. The thought made him feel a little queasy. Gulping his hold tightened on Tin as he resisted the urge to run back into his house and hide under his covers until everything went away. He was brought out of his thoughts by the sound of Tin meowing in protest as her masters hold grew to tight. Loosining his hold he shot her a weak apologetic smile. "Sorry girl. "


Callum continued talking as he noticed his brother getting lost in, and if his hold was any tell unpleasant, thoughts. He knew he was having second thoughts but it was to late. So get was trying to distract him and was trying his best but knew his brother wasn't the only one having second thoughts. He was going to miss his big brother and didn't want him to go but knew he didn't have a choice. Plus, in a few years he will go to Hogwarts to and show everyone who really is the best wizard in his family. The thought kept his spirits up and doubts down.


"Boys, come on. It time to go!" Julip called as she headed passed them and toward the car. Her husband Rin in tow. The boys paused going silent as they both realized it was time to leave and soon they will be separate for the first time since Callum was brought home. Julip paused as she was about to slip into the car realizing the boys hadn't responded. Glancing back she found to her annoyance they were just Standing there looking at eachother. Rolling her eyes she slipped into her seat and closed the door. 'Boy's are weird. Especially mine. '


You won't forget me will you? Callum silently asked biting his bottom lip as his doubts came back full force. What if his brother left and came back a completely different person. One who didn't want to be his brother. Conall relaxed realizing he wasn't the only one who was nervous about this. Knowing he needed to reassure his brother before they left he shook his head and shifting Tin to one arm ruffled his long brown hair smile widening as he protested. Never.


Callum relaxed knowing his brother wasn't one to lie. He always kept his promises. Together the two silently walked to the car and slipped into the back. Thus the car ride began. It was filled with a comfortable relaxed silence. In front Rin took his wife's closest hand in his and they both relaxed knowing their son would very just fine.


Platform 9 3/4


"Be sure to write at least once a week and make sure to do all your homework and brush your teeth every night and when you wake up. " Julip fretted hands fluttering threw the air nervously as she tried to make sure that her baby boy was ready to leave home. Then again if she had it her way they would never leave. Her husband knew this and exasperated by his wife's behavior wound his arm around her waist and drew her closer. Smirking he reassured her teasingly. "Relax sweetheart. I'm sure he remembers from the last hundred times you told him. "


"He's right mom. I will take care of myself. Don't worry. " Conall reassured her while sharing an exasperated look with his brother. The moment they arrived she started fretting and Conall knew if she didn't stop soon he would miss the train. Sensing her families exasperation Julip scrowled good naturally.


"It's my job to worry. Remember that young man." She relaxed a soft smile tugging on her lips. "Anyway I guess it's time I let you go before you miss the train. If I think you've forgotten something then I will remind you in a letter. "


"I know ma," Conall nodded then overcome with sadness at the knowledge this will be the last time he sees her for awhile he charged forward and wrapped her in a hug. She was small and he knew in a few years he may have to lean down to hug her."I'm going to miss you."


"I'll miss you to baby." Julip softened returning the hug.trying to ignore the burning in her eyes. They stayed like that for a moment then resisting the urge to sniffle and trying to stay strong Conall stepped away from his mother and shot his father a weak smile as he ruffled his hair. "See you later kid."


Gulping he turned toward his little brother and barely caught him as he shot into his arms. Callum didn't want his brother to go and just because he couldn't stop him doesn't mean he was able to resist crying. Chuckling Conall ruffled his hair playfully as he saw his brother trying to resist try he urge to cry. "I'll see you soon crocodile. "


" Not to soon I hope," Callum sniffles drawing away from his brother. "I wouldn't want you to come back and annoy me before I am done making your reputation mine. "


Snorting Conall ruffled his hair before taking the suit case and traveling pet carrier his father handed to him. Smiles were exchanged before he finally boarded the train. They all knew it was time to go. He soon found an empty compartment and after putting his things away let Tin out. She meowed and jumped into her masters lap as he took a seat. Together they settled down in a relaxed silence.

 

[Akeira]

ROSEMARY WILLOW DAVENPORT


A Beautiful September Morning


KING'S CROSS STATION
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"Dammit, we're going to be late!" Rose called frantically, glancing at the large clock above King Cross Station with her nose pressed against the car window. Hearing her language, her mother turned around from the passenger's seat, raising an eyebrow that promptly told the eleven-year-old to mind her tongue. The brunette slumped down in her seat, yet she continued to worry, as she simply could not miss the Hogwarts Express. Rose made everyone get up early that morning, wanting to avoid her worst nightmares of missing the train and being told that her acceptance letter to Hogwarts was a mistake. Fortunately, the latter was unlikely to occur, though the former was still a possibility, given that the Davenports were having trouble finding a parking spot in the large lot. It was as if everyone and their grandmother decided to take a train that morning.


Minutes later, salvation appeared in the form of an empty parking spot near the middle of the lot, which her father pulled into immediately. After the car was shut off, the Davenports exited, and Rose beamed with excitement, as Alistair Davenport unpacked the trunks from the back. "Thank Merlin. Let's go, go, go!" She exclaimed when both her and Brandon's trunks were put on trolley carts, glancing toward the clock again and seeing that there might be time. Taking an initiative, the girl marched off toward the large station, her parents and brothers with the trolley carts in tow. Knowing she probably looked deranged did not slow her down, as led the way toward the familiar entrance to Platform Nine and Three Quarters. Upon arriving at the brick wall between Platforms 9 and 10, she stopped mid-step, almost crashing into a woman looking at a map. "Sorry." She muttered, staring at the wall like she was seeing it for the first time.


"You've scared away all the Muggles." Damian Davenport snickered into her ear once the rest of the family caught up. Rose turned around to face him, a fire growing in her eyes, as a smart remark was just on the tip of her tongue. "You'd be excited too, if you actually got to go today." Rosemary replied with a soft smirk, leaning in to ruffle her younger brother's dark hair affectionately. With those words, a glint of excitement appeared in her eyes once more, and she ambled up to her father to take her trolley cart from him. "I'll take that." She murmured softly with a grin, producing a chuckle from the man's lips. Gripping the handle tightly, the Rose glanced at her mother, who only gave her an encouraging smile. The first year smiled in return, nodding in understanding before turning to the brick wall once more. She exhaled a sigh, closing her eyes before running straight on toward the entrance before her.



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PLATFORM NINE AND THREE-QUARTERS

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Rosemary smirked as she appeared at Platform Nine and Three Quarters, her hazel eyes trained on the bright red and black steamer that would be taking the students to school. Though she had seen it before, the brunette stared in awe because she would finally be getting on it for the first time. It was an exciting and exhilarating feeling, one she wished not to forget for the remainder of her magical life. Soon, Brandon caught her attention and directed her toward the compartments where all of their trunks would be stored. She nodded and followed her elder brother, giving her trunk and parcels to the indicated personnel. She clicked her tongue in disapproval of leaving her dear owl, Hera, alone with the other trunks, electing to bring her along for the train ride. Though a pet, Rose was sure that the lovely barn owl would enjoy seeing the countryside, as the train roared by it.


"Alright, you two. This is it." Sidra Davenport, the mother of the children, said with a watery smile on her face. She automatically drew Rose into a tight hug, causing the younger girl to chuckle softly and hug her back tightly. "Don't worry, mum. I'll make sure to owl you right after sorting. I'll even make Brandon write a little bit." She whispered into the older woman's ear, giving her a smug smile when she pulled away.


Rose slyly made her way into her father's vision, wrapping her arms around his middle from his side. "I already know you're going to miss me." She teased lightly with a grin that rivaled a Cheshire cat's, causing more laughter to erupt from Alistair Davenport. Instead of responding with words right away, her father pulled her into a warm hug, which she heartily returned with one of her own. "Try your best to behave yourself, yeah?" He lectured, peering down into her hazel eyes with a smile. Instead of replying affirmatively, Rose simply simpered before moving away from him.


Rose sauntered up to her younger brother, Damian, his dark hair sticking out in many places. "Can't you just sneak me into your trunk?" He breathed with pleading eyes, clutching Rose's hand and looking up at her. This caused the first year to laugh, bringing her little brother into a tight hug and shaking her head. "Even if I did, I'd have to send you back as soon as we got there." She responded with a mischievous snicker, giving him a playful shove. "Be good." She said to her little brother with a small smile, glancing at her parents, whom were proud to see their second child off to Hogwarts. With a grin, Rose waved to them both before turning on her heel, boarding the Hogwarts Express with Hera's cage in hand.



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THE HOGWARTS EXPRESS

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Entering the magnificent train, Rose began the hunt for somewhere to sit. She sighed softly and walked down a few corridors, as multiple compartments held chummy people whom already knew each other. After a few minutes of searching, she stopped when she noticed a compartment only occupied by a boy and his stout cat. Slowly opening the compartment door, she noticed that the boy was a bit scrawny with fair skin, dark brown hair with light tips, and cerulean eyes. The cat, she observed, simply sat on the seat beside the boy, enjoying his nap contently. "Oi," She voiced to get the boy's attention, trying to maneuver Hera's cage in one hand, while holding the compartment door open with the other. "Do you mind if I sit here? A lot of the other places are full." She inquired, walking further into the compartment and beginning to settle Hera in, while she waited for an answer.


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[CloudyBlueDay]

Jonas Rimmle


Of course, his father didn't come. Why would he? Aurors were busy, he said. Had things to attend to, he said. Couldn't come to his son's Hogwarts goodbye, could he? No. Of course not. So he was left with Miss Riss. "You have your wand, your books, your robes?" She repeated for the fifteenth time. "I have EVERYTHING!" He cried. "Do NOT talk back to me, young man!" Jonas whined. "But you were asking me a q-" "Jonas! Hush!" He was silenced as he continued pushing his cart with a grumpy look on his face. The only two things that could really damper his mood were his nanny and his father.


They came upon the brick post. Jonas knew what was going to happen and where Platform 9 and 3/4 was, so there was only a small bit of excitement. It was almost like a spoiler in a movie. "Alright, here we are, don't forget to send letters to your father, I'm sure he'll read them." Miss Riss yawned. "You aren't going to go in with me?" "Heavens, no. I have things to do. Alright, off you go. Good luck." Jonas glared at his nanny as she walked off, then rushed his cart into the brick post. It was a strange sensation, certainly interesting, but the image of Miss Riss's disgusted face followed him. Stupid.. He thought to himself.


The platform was filled with children and their families. A small pang of jealousy hit him but he ignored it. I don't need family now. I'm going to be a wizard and I won't need my parents or any stupid nannies." He harumphed. In his cage, Malcom shrieked a terrible shriek that made Jonas cringe. "Quiet!" He hissed at the owl, who ruffled his feathers and hooted at Jonas. Why did he have to have an owl? They were so.. uhg. Annoying. Loud. Creepy. He was happy to load all his stuff into the train and not see it for the entire trip, including the owl.


Jonas stepped aboard the train. Finally the excitement that Miss Riss had pushed very deep down resurfaced. He could make friends, he could learn things, he could.. he could.. lots of stuff. For sure. Without anyone telling him what to- well, there would be the teachers, but.. oh, never mind. He was excited! Yes. Then, a voice behind him made him jump.


“Hi! I’m Erin! What’s your name? Are you excited to go to Hogwarts? I know I am!” Wow. This girl talked fast. She was excited, too. "Uh, hello." Jonas mumbled, smiling as he put a hand behind his head. "My name's Jonas. Y-yep, guess I'm excited. You seem excited for sure." He laughed, trying to sound uneasy as possible. Surely he'd get more comfortable around all these people in due time. Couldn't be that hard. But this girl was so hyper. It was definetly interesting.


@RubyRose


Meghan Sinhem





Meghan was bouncing off the walls with excitement. She had been pestering her parents all morning with the same question, which just happened to be 'can we go yet?'. She had packed two days before, she had been so thrilled. Then she had to unpack everything because she had packed everything. Meghan would skip around the house, even hum a bit. Her parents had never seen her this bright.


Finally, the day had come. The whole family stood at Platform 9 3/4. They had just rushed in from the brick post. Meghan was in awe. "How did they do that? Must have taken years and years of practice on enchantments, and how do the muggles not see it? I just.. wow, wow, wow.." Sadly, her father and twins could not come to see Platform 9 3/4 but they had said their goodbyes outside. The question was directed at her mother, even though Meghan had already asked this a thousand times and been told the story a thousand times. Her mother laughed.


"Alright, dear, do you have everything? Books, robes, wands, Jinx's cage? You've been carrying him out so often I'm not sure he'll ever go back." Julia chuckled to herself. Meghan rolled her eyes and grinned. "Don't worry, mom. I've got it all." Her mother nodded. "Good. Alright, dear. We'll leave you too it. Don't forget to send us some letters, alright? Bye, honey." Meghan hugged her mom as tight as she could. "I'll miss you!" She said as she waved and hopped aboard the train.


Jinx now poked his head out of her pocket. Meghan gingerly scooped him into her hands and cradled him as she walked down the isle of the train, trying to find a good place to sit. Now all the excitement had mostly been replaced by fear. Yes, she was still excited, but.. which house would she get it? Would she not get good grades, would she accidentally break rules, not make friends.. so many things could go wrong. The biggest question right now, though, was should I sit in an empty cart or actually sit with others?





There was a cart with two boys in it. They seemed to be talking, smiling. They looked nice. Alright, you can do this, Meg. She gently put Jinx back in her pocket as she took a deep breath and prepared to walk into the cart. Go! She put one foot in the cart, panicked, squealed, and then ran out. "Oh.. gosh.." She whined. Jinx squeaked from her pocket.


@Macaberz @RubyRose

 

[Macaberz]

Ethan Caughey


“Nine and three-quarters?” Brayden grumbled under his breath, “are they mad?”


“Darling, stay on the left,” Alma insisted. Brayden grumbled some more.


Usually Ethan hated it when his parents were in the same car. It never ended well. Right now however, he couldn’t care less. His mom craned her neck over the map, folding and unfolding it furiously while his dad drummed the steering wheel. It felt as if they were going on vacation.


The new, plastic-y smell of their rented car made him nauseous, and he shuffled about anxiously on the backseat. He was going to a magical school. He was really going there! The sights he’d seen in Diagon Alley had already left their mark, and just this morning he’d awoken in utter panick, fearing that it had all been just a dream. But his luggage was still there, as were his robes and –most importantly- his wand. As soon as he was out of his parent’s sight he would try to wave it a few times to see what would happen. The only real agony he felt was having to keep it a secret from Gail. His poor friend would likely never know about the wondrous world he’d been invited into. Quite a shame, but he was going to make new friends at Hogwarts and perhaps Gail wouldn’t be that important anymore. He sniggered inwardly. Gail thought he was going to some uppity private school in England. Him, uppity…pff…


“I mean, have you had a good look at them?” Brayden continued as he lit a cigarette in the car. “They dress in, well robes and gowns and sack-like dresses, kinda like those….whatcha call it…” he puffed his ciggy pensively “-the things the Muslims wear?”


“Burkas,” his mother sighed.


“Yeah, those.”


They stopped at a traffic sign and Brayden turned in the driver’s seat to face his son. “You don’t want to go there do you? Course you don’t. She talked you into it, didn’t she?” He jutted his chin towards his irritated wife.


“Dad…” Ethan groaned. Some awful youthfulness had fallen over his father since they’d arrived in Britain, like a hippie teen stuck in an adult’s body.


“Brayden please, put out the cig,” Alma sighed. Ethan shrunk a little in the back seat. It was never a good sign when mom started to call dad by his first name.


“Well Alma dear,” Brayden returned with a cheeky smile, “I’d be happy to once we’re there. Smoki-”


“-Smoking clears the lungs,” Ethan and Alma finished in choir.


Brayden had an irritatingly smug smile plastered on his face.


“Bullshit,” Ethan flared his nostrils.


“Ethan!”


“What, just because we’re in Britain you expect him to be all posh now?” Brayden shook his head accusingly at his wife. He turned in his seat once more, swinging the car dangerously over the road, “please don’t become a tea-drinking politically correct catholic Cambridge-y altar boy, will you?”


Ethan rolled his eyes.


“Good,” Brayden grinned and continued to smoke.


The map Alma had unfolded on her lap was rolled up into a club and Ethan could tell it wouldn’t be long before his father would be hit over the head with London’s subways.


It wasn’t until the smoke stung his nostrils and he entered a coughing fit that his dad lowered the window. “You’ve got to inhale more deeply son,” he advised, “gives you a sexy voice.”


“Brayden!” Smack! The map probably received more damage than his father’s head, but his mother had a point to make. “You’re taking your son to school, not on one of your once-upon-a-time hippie hikes! He’s going to get proper education, perhaps you should go with him.”


“If your idea of a good education is to send our son to some Satanic institution and have him indoctrinated by Brits in Burkas…”


“You’re unbelievable!”

***

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By the time they arrived, his mother’s hair was in a frenzy, his father was puffing and sweating with the luggage and Ethan desperately tried to not look a part of his family. Even though they’d arrived perfectly on time, many fellow passengers made a clear path for the trio to travel through. Whether it was because of his flushed cheeks, his mother’s spiky hair, and his father’s glistening brow indicating they were in a hurry, or simply because dad’s smoke stank, Ethan didn’t know. A path was made however and they arrived on Platform Nine, more or less intact.


Ethan glanced to the left. Platform ten. Back to the right; platform nine.


Was this some kind of puzzle?


“Oh I knew it,” his father grumbled, plonking the luggage down. “We’ve been scammed. Stupid Musli-“


“Brayden,” his mother hissed dangerously, “keep your voice do-“


“-right Son, you gotta learn from this…never trust people in robes and pointy hats-“


“Brayden…” She was practically tearing his sleeve off his jacket now.


It didn’t take Ethan long to figure out what his mother had seen that his father had overlooked. Just before their very eyes a teen carrying an oversized trunk had disappeared into the wall. Just like that. Just like…


Magic.


Ethan smiled and flung his arms around his mother’s waist. “Cya.” Dad punched his shoulders a few times. “Right, you show ‘em ey? No Caughey ever gets beaten, and have some fun there. You know I once poured sour milk in my teacher’s coffe-“


Brayden got smacked on the head again. “Right. Sorry. Behave.”


Ethan offered them a final hug and smirk before disappearing into the wall.

***

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If the train hadn’t whistled he would’ve simply remained glued to the platform staring up at the train in awe. It was like something out of a dream. Cool… he smiled inwardly.


When the train did whistle, his heart nearly leapt out of his ribcage and he hurriedly dragged his trunk inside. He knew he wasn’t the weakest kid around, but that thing was packed with books and clothes and other useful things. Puffing and fuming he only just managed to shove his trunk in the overhead storage before plumping down on the bench. So far his compartment was free, but judging by the many kids on the platform, it wouldn’t remain empty for long. Part of him wished he could just have it for himself, but he knew he couldn’t evade the other children forever.


“Christ!” For the second time that day his heart jumped to his throat, and he nearly jumped along with it. But when his eyes found the rude miscreant that had dared to scare him so, they widened to the size of marbles.


“Gail? What- Who…” He chewed on thin air for a moment before he managed to compose himself. “You’re a wizard too? How did you get here? Did you have to go thr- Have you been at Diagon Alley too? Do you have your wand?” If he hadn’t been glued to his seat by surprise, Ethan would’ve been jumping up and down, and up and down to celebrate his friend’s arrival. “Oh this is going to be brilliant! I know it will!”


His fanfare was only interrupted by a squeal. For the longest while his mind simply didn’t know what emotion to display anymore. A quarter of him was startled, a quarter was in disbelief, nine-hundred quarters were excited, and the rest wondered who the girl with the red hair was.


“Oh, eh..hi,” he scratched his head. “You’re new too?” It was a stupid question. Of course she was new. True, she stood a bit taller than him, but he doubted she was any older. “Uhm, there’s something wriggling in your pocket…?”

 

[Valorie]

Anastasia Crossheart


The Fated Morning

King's Cross Station


Anastasia had woken early in the morning, luggage neatly packed away in her father's car. That had been a task that had been taken care of the night before, in order to avoid any later changes made by the young girl's mother. That woman, as much as she was loved seemed to change her mind about everything Annie would bring like she was some sort of doll her mother had to dress an undress to her own pleasure. Of course, this was not how she was actually treated, Corina just wanted the best for her child. The young brunette had taken care of everything that morning, making sure silky bow in her hair held back any stray hairs neatly. The small grey tabby had been lovingly packed into his cage, while doing so Anastasia had cooed to the child of her own, "Aren't you just bursting with excitement, George?" As aware as the girl was that her beloved cat could not answer, she pretended like he had done so and proceeded to bring him downstairs..


Her father had also woken early and now waited in the living room after having completed his own daily routines, a paper in hand. The older and somewhat tall male wore an expensive looking suit, complete with a silky tie, and his signature watch. It reminded the small child of the luxuries her family had, something that she personally would never brag about but something her mother liked to abuse in discussions between other adults. Now, the girl sat on the comfy arm chair. The only thing stopping them from departing them at that very moment? Corina. Like always, she was the last to be ready even though she was the first to be awake. First impressions were important according to the loving woman, although she wasn't quite sure who needed to be impressed at the station. As far as Annie was concerned, none of the people at the station really cared for anyone other than their own children.


The drive was quiet, Annie was engulfed in a book her Tutor had left for her the week before. It was about the stars and the universe, such an interesting topic. Somewhere along the way her mother had said something, but being so absorbed in the literature the girl hadn't heard a thing. After arriving and snagging a spot, the family of four [George being the Fourth] exited their vehicle and proceeded to put the child's luggage on a cart. Her father pushed it for her, as Anastasia walked with her hand in her mother's closer and closer to the brick wall. This was the moment, the moment that would lead to an even greater moment in which she would board and go to the place she'd so longed to go. With a look to her father, she placed George's cage securely on the cart and took a deep breath. "Are you sure, Papa?" The quiet male only gave a slight smile and nod, gesturing for her to go ahead. After that, Annie ran towards the wall letting all her doubt go.


Platform Nine and Three-Quarters


It was so amazing, all the buzzing people with their children. She'd never seen so many kids in her entire life! Maybe this could be her chance to improve the skills in socialization that she lacked. Her parents walked beside her as she pushed the cart through the crowd, examining the crowd as she went. It was there, the train that would bring her to the next seven years of her life, her entire future was waiting on that train. Annie began to stray as she daydreamed, but luckily her father gently took a hold of her elbow and led her in the right direction. "This way, Princess." Her mother also offered a smile as they let the designated personnel take the young girl's luggage. Annie was quick to remove George's cage as they loaded the bags. No way was she going to let Georgie abandon her on this important trip. Next they proceeded towards the actual area for children to board.


Before Anastasia could even say anything, her mother crouched to her and wrapped her arms around the girl's small frame. Her slender hand stroking the child's hair lovingly, before pressing a kiss to her forehead. "Oh, I'll miss you so much my sweet little girl. You make sure to write me as soon as you can, understand?" There was so much warmth and love coming from the woman, of course it could be understood. Her only child was going away, for the better of her education. Annie smiled a bit and returned the embrace, letting her mother stroke her cheek, wincing an eye in discomfort of all the touching that was happening. "Yes, of course. Don't worry. I'll be fine." Even after these words, Corina continued to hug her child for a prolonged amount of time. It was too much for the mild emotions of the young girl. "Mother, you're smothering me. People are looking at you.." With this, she gently removed herself from the hug and allowed her Mother to stand.


Annie turned to her Papa and let him embrace her as well, his rather tall figure also having to crouch to hug her. He also pressed a kiss to her cheek, before offering a rather wide smile. "Take care, make some friends, and have fun. Yeah? I don't want this lonely business happening with so many children for you to be friends with." His smile was now a bit teasing, his hand tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear. Edward stood after giving one last squeeze to his Princess, and placed his arm around his wife. Both smiling while feeling a slight sadness to see their little girl going. In a way, he worried that his daughter's unique personality would cause some misunderstand between other children. But, she was now old enough to learn how to deal with her own problems. After that somewhat emotional goodbye, for her parents anyway, Anastasia turned and boarded the fated Hogwarts Express with George peering through the holes in his cage.


The Hogwarts Express


Annie walked aboard the train, noticing the other children before her settling into the compartments with their friends or siblings. Well, this certainly felt awkward for the brunette child. She had absolutely no idea who any of these children were, and that would prove to be a disadvantage for her. Taking a deep breath, and peering to her kitten the girl took her path forward through the slim corridor. She walked slow enough to peer into the compartments, most of which were full with what seemed to be long time friends, but quick enough not to hold up traffic. Coming upon a compartment with rather friendly looking people, she bit her lip and walked in just enough to be out of the people's way behind her. There was a girl with dark hair like her own, although curlier in a complementing way. She was making her owl comfortable, while another boy sat on the opposite side. There was a rather plump cat beside him, making her think of George. The boy was slightly thinner with darker blonde hair although it seemed to become lighter on the tips. "Excuse me, may I join you? You see, the other compartments are full."

She continued to stand, waiting for a response from both. Maybe this could be a chance to make some acquaintances. Both of them seemed decent and in all honesty, she wouldn't have minded trying to become friends with them. Her Papa had mentioned lonely business and she was determined to make him a bit more relieved to have a relationship with children like herself.
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[Archangel]

Lukasha Makarovich

~ Platform 9 and 3/4 ~

Luka stood, alone, outside King's Cross Station, staring up at the clock face as the seconds ticked by. He absentmindedly tried to smooth back down his hair from where Ivan, one of his father's most trusted friends, had ruffled it before walking off towards the station. He was, unsurprisingly, having very little success. His hair had never obeyed the laws of physics, and he doubted that it was going to start now.

While he was somewhat excited for going to this 'Hogwarts', he was a little wounded at how neither of his parents could make it. He liked Ivan, sure, but it just wasn't the same. 'My brother would be here, I know it.'

Yet an impatient meow from the cat basket he cradled in his arms broke him out of his daydream, reminding him that he actually had to be somewhere and that Ivan had disappeared from his view. He sighed, glancing down at said cat, meeting the glowing amber eyes staring back up at him that were simply begging to get let out.

"Your mind tricks von't vork on me, Yura.." Luka muttered to the cat as he put his box back on top of the rest of his stuff, giving the trolley a shove to get it going again. "Maybe I'll let you out later."


'What kind of crazy person talks to their cat?' he thought to himself in amusement. '...I do, I guess.'

It was strange, walk-running into the train station as he tried to keep up with Ivan's long strides. He would probably be the first out of his entire family line to break the tradition of going to Koldovstoretz, the Russian school of Magic. No pressure at all. Not like I have the entire family reputation to hold up or anything. But he walked with his chin high and back straight, slowly gathering his confidence back up again as he made his way to the Platform 9 and 3/4. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad after all? I mean, what's the worst that could happen?

He immediately regretted that thought as his imagination took its chance to flood him with all the worst-case scenarios you could possibly think of. He grimaced, grip tightening on the handle as he pushed the thoughts to one side.

"So Lukasha, you know vhere you... Supposed to go, da?" he heard Ivan say, slowing his pace down a little to let the shorter boy catch up. His English wasn't the best, but it was still pretty good.

Luka's forehead creased in a slight frown. He reaaally didn't like it when people he knew well called him by his full name. He had lost count of how many times he had told Ivan to call him Luka, but it was always 'Lukasha, Lukasha, Lukasha.' So annoying.

"Yes, yes, I do. And please, Ivan, call me Luka."

Ivan just chuckled, ruffling his hair, yet again.

"Stop it!" Luka snapped, fighting off his hand and quickening his pace. Ivan was unfazed, grinning and shaking his head as he followed behind him.

"Vhatever you say, myshka."

Luka groaned. Now he's just getting on my nerves. Lukasha was bad enough, but myshka.. Having the nickname 'little mouse' doesn't exactly boost one's reputation.

Luka nearly walked past the supposed 'gateway' to Platform 9 and 3/4, he was so busy gazing at all of the muggle things and people and sulking over his annoying nicknames. But Ivan grabbed one of his cases at front of the trolley, spinning it almost 90° so they didn't miss it, the cat basket on top rocking dangerously much to the displeasure of the passenger inside.

"That is the one, I think.." he muttered, almost to himself, gazing at one of the walls between Platforms Nine and Ten. "...No, I sure."

~

"So you are saying that I have to run... Through it?" Luka repeated in vague disbelief. "No, you're joking. Not funny, Ivan."

"I'm not joking!" he protested, grinning, but he looked sincere. "I vould get in lot of trouble vith your father if I joked."

"...Alright." Luka finally sighed, realising his point. "But if I find that you are, I vill kick your ass myself!"

"Okay, okay! Myshka is all feisty now, hm?" Ivan chuckled, before pulling him into a hug. No words were spoken for a few moments before they broke away again. "Not too much trouble now, da?"

"Maybe." Luka grinned back at him, dodging out of the way before he could ruffle his hair again. Time to run into a wall, I guess.

~

The place on the other side was very, very different. All the sights, sounds and even smells had a strange kind of buzz to them. He would have looked around a while longer but he realised that he couldn't risk being any later. Stowing all of his luggage on the train with the sole exception of Yura, he hopped inside. Soon, he found a compartment with only one other passenger inside. He looks around my age... Well, it should do.

Luka knocked briefly, slipping inside to take a seat on the opposite row.

"I hope you don't mind my company.." he said to the other boy, trying to tone down his accent somewhat so his words were more easily understandable, having come across that problem before, as he fiddled with Yura's basket. The second he got it open, a bolt of silver tabby fur shot from it, leaping up onto his shoulder with claws outstretched. Luka winced as he clambered up, but he soon flopped, hanging around his neck like a scarf. His orange eyes gave a scornful one-over of their company before beginning to wash his paw.

"I must apologise for my cat. He doesn't trust strangers." Luka said, putting the basket away. "May I ask you your name?"

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@kira blackthorn!)
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[kira blackthorn]

"Huh." Conall breathed looking up from where he was petting Tin. Spotting a new boy sitting down he froze making Tin meow in indignation. Resuming his petting he looked at the new arrival curiously as he let out a silver cat.


The boy had short tawny hair, blue eyes, and tan skin. Most peculiar though was the fact tha his cat moved to hang around his neck like a scarf. It was quite a strange picture and Conall felt a smile form on his face as he relaxed into hi sax seat. Already his sadness was abatig.


Remembering the boys question he nodded. Speaking he kept his voice to a inside tone instead of It's usual loud one. "Don't worry about it. My name is Conall and yours?"

 

[Effervescent]

HARRY POTTER: THE BOY WHO LIVED FOUND DEAD IN LONDON HOME
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Harry Potter was found dead this morning by his wife, Ginevra Potter, in their London home. The two retirees had planned to attend the public forum held later today by the Ministry in regards to the growing Squib population. Harry Potter, a known advocate for Muggle relations, was expected to give a speech at the event.


Investigators state that there are currently no signs of foul play, but that a full-fledged investigation will continue. Reports state that Ginevra Potter had called their eldest son, James Potter, with concerns of a break in August 30th.

James Potter, who was at the Potter residence in London this morning, confirms that there was no one present in the home, and they took extra precautions with charms and illusions to insure their safety.


“It’s devastating,” James Potter stated. “You never expect something like this. You think you have more time with someone. I miss him already.”


A memorial will be held in his honor tonight inside the Ministry of Magic. Minister Wallace Wallerbey invites every wizard and witch who wishes to pay their respects and join in fellowship and remembrance of a historical figure and a long-time hero. It is unknown at this time if every family member will be able to attend.

WIZARDS AGAINST SQUIB POLICING A TARGET FOR TERROR

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The Wizards Against Squib Policing, or WASP, held their first meeting at the Three Broomsticks in Hogsmeade last night. A group of the extremist group Keep It Pure (KIP) entered soon after to state their opposition. Witnesses state a fight ensued, and it is speculated that illegal charms were cast.

The organization known as WASP is led by retired Auror Jamis Ubunt and has been threatened on multiple occasions through howlers. Threats of violence and even deaths have been issued to members as aggressors state they will research and hunt down everyone involved. Despite the warnings, WASP gathered at the Three Broomsticks as scheduled. The attack suffered no casualties, though three patrons had to be rushed to the hospital.


“We knew going in that there would be risks,” Ubunt said in the aftermath. “The owner of the Three Broomsticks knew, and if it wasn’t for his quick thinking I think this could have been a lot worse.”


The organization plans to spearhead plans to further integrate Muggles and Squib into the wizarding world. Due to the nature of the organization, affiliated parties have wished to remain anonymous. Jamis Ubunt asks that if anyone wishes to get in contact with WASP for whatever reason to speak with him and respect the anonymity of the group.


Due to the damage sustained from the attack, the Three Broomsticks will be closed for repairs.

WITCHES IN SEARCH FOR CONTROVERSIAL REMEDIES

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The rise in squib births in the past decade has nearly quadrupled. Statistics show that since ten years ago the numbers have gone from a 1 in 1000 chance of giving birth to a squib to 1 in 50 chance. Healers and St. Mungo’s have been monitoring the change, and a dedicated team of Healers have been assigned to the case in search for a cure or a cause.


But for many witches, the notion of research isn’t enough. Patty Kaprelli, an expectant mother, is one of many witches to explore their options to insure their child does not end up a squib.


“It’s bad enough sometimes to bring a child into the world who is only Half-Blood,” Kaprelli expressed. “A squib is devastating not just to the family line, but to the child as well. We need to make sure magic doesn’t die out. Blood purity is even more important now than ever.”


Cases have shown a rapid decline in Muggle born witches and wizards from 1 in 40 to 1 in 200 in the past ten years. Muggle experts within the Ministry of Magic suggest the possibility that the magical gene is being inadvertently bred out. Whatever the case, it hasn’t stopped women of the wizarding world looking for a remedy no matter the cost.


Kaprelli has been working closely with Muggle doctors to fund and test genetically enhancing medicines and stem cell research to help preserve or strengthen the genes that give a person their magical capabilities. Working so closely and openly with Muggles has sparked some controversy, and the Ministry monitors the business closely to insure the wizarding world is kept secret and safe.

“Rest assured there is no threat,” Minister Wallace Wallerbey stated to the press. “Unbreakable Vows were set in place. We are safe from harm, and hope the best for those involved.”

Aboard the Hogwarts Express
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The daily prophet newspaper rustled in the hands of Prefect McKenzie Floyd as he folded it over to display the front page headline. He shook his head solemnly, his fellow Hufflepuff prefects on the edges of their seats where they sat in the open carriage. What was once a booth filled with mirth was now in silence, their eyes fixated on the bold letters spelling out their childhood hero's name.


"I can't believe he's gone," McKenzie said. "I thought he'd live longer, you know?"


"Harry Potter is a legend," Odessa Hirson said. "He will live on in infamy."


Overhearing the prefects converse about the Late Harry Potter, a fourth year quickly rose from her seat and plucked her own edition of the Daily Prophet from her trunk's side pocket. Her dark eyes read over the article as she slowly sank into her seat, the words confirming the sad tale. Her booth mate, however, was far more interested in the article below it.


"My grandfather was talking about WASP the other day," he pointed out.


"What is that?" she asked.


"W-A-S-P. Wizards Against Squib Policing. They're kind of a big deal. These guys have been making anonymous postings or have been working through their leader and basically the face of the idea, JamisUbunt. They've been all over the place! Haven't you seen it?"


"I can't say that I have," she said with a shrug.


"They've done loads of things like posters all over Diagon Alley with a bunch of peoples faces in a row. It's a statement, you see? Everyone looks the same. Even Squibs."


"Well, we're not the same. We have magic and they don't. You should be more concerned about the death of a hero than Squib rights."The buzz began to travel through the carriage and spread throughout the train like a virus. Everyone was pulling out the Daily Prophet and talking about the headlines and debating on which side to take or regailing the bedtime stories of the famous Harry Potter.


The trolley witch traveled through the train, stopping every few feet for children to buy from the wide selection of sweets and treats. The trolley was stocked to the brim with Honeydukes goods. The witch smiled brightly at the children as she aided in the exchange. She shuffled a few more steps and neared the room where two First Years sat. She politely knocked on the door frame before posing her question to the young duo.


"Anything from the trolley, dears?"


As she asked, two students walked up to the trolley and eyed over the selection as they chattered.


"My sister went to New Orleans when she got pregnant," the blonde student explained. "She said voodoo can help her baby stay magical."


"Voodoo should not be messed with," the brunette responded with an eye roll. She plucked a chocolate frog from the trolley and handed the trolley witch her money.


"Better than having a squib for a child!" the blonde said. "In my opinion, we should just treat them like Muggles and abort the squibs before they're born. Kill off the weak."


The trolley witch frowned at the morbid mindset of the two students. Her demeanor only changed somewhat after they left for the next carriage. The old lady turned back to the two First Years, her smile now somewhat forced.


@Archangel @kira blackthorn

 

[RubyRose]

Gail Owen Talon


"Of Course I'm a Wizard." Gail replied, shaking his head. "My whole family is! Well... except for Janie... she's a Squib." He added, a little quieter at the thought of how his sister was magic less. He wondered how hard that was going to be on her in the long run for a moment before listening to Ethan's continued questions.


"Of course I have my wand!" Gail said, pulling out the carefully polished wooden instrument to show his friend- expecting the other boy to do the same so he could see what Ethan's looked like. "What is yours made out of? Mine's... Madrona wood, a tree that grows in Washington! And... I think the core was... a Unicorn hair?" Gail said, brows furrowing as he tried to remember. He was going to have to do some research into what these wand makeup elements meant in the long run because they must have had an effect on what the wand could do, right?


"Diagon Alley was... well... I knew about magic but I've never been to a magic place. My family lives like muggles for the most part." Gail said shrugging. He couldn't help the smile that had split across his face at his friends enthusiasm. "So... you're a muggle born, then? You didn't know about magic... I'm sure if you would we would have known we were wizards. Right? You would have told me... right?"


Gail wasn't able to wait for an answer because suddenly there was a squeal and Gail just saw somebody with rather curly hair dashing right back out of the compartment they had. He was on his feet and opening up the slide, holding it open but remaining rooted to the floor in the compartment. "Hey! Who are you?!" Gail called to the girl, just this side of annoyed at the odd interruption she had provided.


As Gail waited for the girl to respond to him and Ethan, the trolley began to cross down their path. "Oh! Newspaper! I have to have one because of the moving pictures! I want to show Janie. Our parents don't really get any newspapers back home but I know this is like... the best wizard newspaper, the Daily Prophet." Gail said, snatching up a paper- enthused with the pictures on it before beginning to actually read down the page. It was an annoyance at the back of his mind as he unconsciously registered the rising volume of voices... and it wasn't long to discover what the problem was.


"Harry Potter is Dead?!" Gail cried out in horror, turning the newspaper to face Ethan and point at the headline. "How?... that doesn't make any sense? Because like... he fought that one guy... Voldiemore or something like that? Wasn't he like... I don't know... the master of Death? And Mr. Potter defeated him! But... now he's just... dead? How did he die?!?" Gail said, making a rather large deal out of this... though he felt like it was rightfully something to make a big deal over. He also shoved the newspaper at the girl that had interrupted them earlier, wondering if this was some sort of cruel joke.


"Did you know anything about this? Is this... is this news? Like this just happened!? What a thing to happen on our first day headed to Hogwarts... the school he used to go to." Gail's questions were directed at the girl but the rest were more murmurings he made t himself as he tried to puzzle out this... almost insane discovery of events. How... how did The Boy Who Lived just die? Just like that? It... didn't seem normal. Gail also wondered randomly how old Mr. Potter was... if his death was in the newspaper, it had to have been odd right? Maybe he did just die from old age? Did he get sick? Gail's mind spun with the possibilities.


Once Gail had calmed down a bit more, he pulled the Newspaper out of Ethan and the girl's line of view so he could continue reading. "WASP? KIP?" He mumbled to himself. "Ethan... I know you're muggle born so.. you wouldn't know about WASP but do you know?" Gail asked, turning back to the girl. "What are they fighting for? I mean... they're standing up for Squibs but why? What's there to stand up for?" Gail asked as his eyes continued to run over the newspaper. At the comment on how magic seemed to be leaving the genes of humans Gail's eyes widened. Magic... was dying out?


"WHAT IS ALL THIS NONSENSE?!?" Gail cried out, throwing the newspaper down to the ground as if the action could disperse the disturbing news that the newspaper had provided. He looked back and forth between the girl and Ethan, hoping that one of them might have more answers then what the newspaper had provided. Tidliwinks mewled in annoyance which caught Gail's attention. Realizing he must have seemed insane, he took a deep breath to calm himself, running his fingers through his unruly hair.


"I just... don't understand what's going on. I may have known about magic but my parents don't keep up with wizard stuff... Is all this true?" He asked, gesturing to the newspaper lying on the floor.


Erin Ryann Miller


"I am really excited!! I didn't know magic existed so when my daddy and I got the owl we were both really shocked at first... but it's ok now. Because now we know I'm a wizard and I get to go to hogwarts and learn about magic. Did... did you grow up a wizard or did you just find out too?" Erin questioned.


"Jonas... Jonas is a nice name. I bet you're nice too!" Erin added, almost at random but at a usual rhythm as to what she was saying. Erin was oblivious to Jonas' unease or lack thereof.


Erin noticed a commotion happening in some compartments of the train... voices were getting louder, people were shouting here and there, and it distracted her for a moment- wondering what could be going on. She rubbed at her chin for a moment, torn between going to check out what was going on and continuing the sort of conversation with Jonas. It honestly felt more like her rambling and peppering him with questions then an actual conversation. She wondered if Jonas minded that...


"Jonas! Do you have a pet then? Cuz I know Hogwarts students are allowed pets of either owls, cats, or rats... right? So do you have one?" Erin questioned. "What's your wand like? Did it take you a while to find it? What do you think of magic?" Erin asked, ignoring the uprising of sound until the trolley came around. Her mouth watered at all the treats on the cart.


"Jonas, you want anything?" She asked after grabbing a couple Pumpkin Pasties and a licorice wand, as well as a curious looking bag of jelly beans- reading 'Bertie Bots Every Flavor Beans' on them. She also snatched up a couple chocolate frogs for good measure... and she handed over the change to the witch that she owed, still trying to get the hang of sickles, knuts, and galleons. After a moment, a moving image caught her eye and she grabbed that up as well, realizing it was a newspaper.


"Moving pictures!" Erin said, enthused. She had seen them on posters in shops and what not but she didn't know it was a common commodity in the wizarding world. It took her a moment before her eyes began skimming through the paper, making sure to hold it in a way that Jonas could read it as well if he so desired to do so.


"...I don't know what a Squib is." Erin said, bypassing the information on Harry Potter. She had heard about him vaguely from some of the folks in the wizarding shops her father and she had visited... but the name stuck about as much as 'George Washington' or... well any 'famous hero' really did. Erin liked reading about them but she had a hard time actually remembering them after the fact. So, where as she had a notion of how much of a loss it was it also didn't really impact her. Death in general didn't really impact her anymore, anyway. People who died just became angels, anyway. They weren't really gone... not in the absolute sense of the word.


"Wow..." Erin murmured to herself. "Well what do you think of all this?" Erin asked, turning to Jonas- expecting him to have read the newspaper as well.


@Macaberz @CloudyBlueDay

 

[CloudyBlueDay]

Meghan Sinhem


Shootshootshootshootshoot. Why hadn't she done it? It really wasn't that hard. You just stepped in, said hi, asked if you could sit. No biggie. Nothing extraordinary. But nooooo, she could not. Good going, Meghan. Good going. Both the boys heard her squeal. Dangit. She either needed to learn how to interact with people or squeal quietly. Turning around and nervously beginning to twirl her hair, Meghan smiled weakly. "H-hhi, yea.. new.." Gosh! She was stuttering so bad! When did this happen to her? She stared at the boy and followed his gaze as it fell upon her pocket. At his next question, Meghan brightened. "Oh! It's just Jinx, nothing to be afraid of! He's my pet rat." The stutter disappeared as Meghan's face lit up. She loved talking about animals, especially her own. Meghan pulled Jinx out of her pocket and showed him to the boy, grinning proudly as the fat rat squirmed around in her hands.


"Hey! Who are you?!" "Eeep!" The second boy's sudden loud tone startled Meghan and Jinx took the chance to escape and explore this new space. He jumped from her hands and onto the floor and scurried off, but he didn't manage to get too far. Meghan had gone through this one too many times, and had snatched him back up in a matter of moments. "No, no, you silly Jinx, you, this isn't a place you should be exploring right now." She shoved him back into her jeans pocket. Apparently, though, it didn't phase him much as he proceeded to take the newspaper from the trolley and begin ranting and rambling about it. Meghan stared at him curiously until he shoved a paper in her face too and she nearly lost balance again. What was he saying? He was talking so fast Meghan could barely understand him. Harry Potter? Oh! OH!! She knew that name! Her mother had told her countless stories of him! He.. he was dead?


"Did you know anything about this? Is this... is this news? Like this just happened!? What a thing to happen on our first day headed to Hogwarts... the school he used to go to." Meghan blinked, trying to process everything as she scanned the paper the boy had thrust in her hands and tried to listen to him speak all at once. "Uh.. well, I only just found out that he was.. d-dead, now, but.. I, I knew who he was and stuff. It's not Voldiemore, it's Voldemort." Meghan said slowly, hoping she was right. That was what her mother said his name was.


This boy kept on going and going and going. Wow. Finally, he threw his newspaper on the ground in frustration. Meghan furrowed her brows. "Er, uh, are you okay?" She said quietly.


@Macaberz @RubyRose


Jonas Rimmle





Jonas slowly, slowly got a little more comfortable around this girl as she talked her head off. She seemed nice, and she was very open, heheh. "I, uh, grew up a wizard. My father -" He stopped himself. He was going to explain how his father worked for the Ministry of Magic, but then he realized if wanted to distance himself from his family as far as possible, now was the time to start. "He's a wizard, and our whole family is a really long line of wizards before that." Jonas said, and then he smiled when she complimented his name. "Aha.. thanks. You have a nice name too." Hopefully I'm not weirding her out or something. Maybe she'll like me. Does she already like me?





"Jonas! Do you have a pet then? Cuz I know Hogwarts students are allowed pets of either owls, cats, or rats... right? So do you have one?" Erin questioned. "What's your wand like? Did it take you a while to find it? What do you think of magic?" Wow. She had a lot of questions. "Yeah. I have a pet, it's an owl. His name's Malcolm." Jonas flinched at the thought of him. "I.. don't know much about my wand yet. I haven't gotten to play around with it a lot. I like how it looks, though." Jonas said. He took out his wand and showed it too Erin, a small smile appearing on his face. It was so nice to talk with kids his age, now that he had.. warmed up.


Then the trolley came. Woah. So much candy. Jonas was never allowed candy, only on his birthday, and even then he only got a measly box of Bertie Bots with all the bad flavors. Candy is bad for your teeth. Candy is bad for your health. Blah blah blah. So this trolley was like heaven on wheels. And Jonas had money. He bought as much candy as he could, his eyes sparkling, even the Bertie Bots, just to see if he could get good flavors. One of everything. He struggled to carry it all, but he was determined to have enough of the stuff to last him years and years. Luckily Erin had also grabbed a newspaper and was holding it up so he could see. His hands were quite obviously full so it was very helpful.


"A squib is when magical people have a kid that's not magical." Jonas explained. His eyes scanned the paper. "Wow.. Harry Potter is dead? I can't believe it. You know who he is, right?" Jonas looked at Erin. "He stopped Lord Voldemort a long time ago. He wanted to take over the world and turn everything evil." Jonas said. "Nasty guy." Jonas shook his head. "Uhh, dunno. News, I guess. News will be news." He shrugged.


@RubyRose

 

[Effervescent]

Yvaine de Sauveterre



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"Oh! Sorry I thought this room was empty. Everything else seems to be packed, mind if I sit here?"


Yvaine rushed for Autumn, his arms outstretched towards the slinking black cat as the newcomer’s appearance startled him. The cat was nearly out the compartment door by the time the boy managed to scoop him up safely. Autumn was a skiddish pet, and likely would have a heart attack with how full the train was. Scratching behind the cat’s ears, he closed the compartment door with his foot and turned towards the newcomer.


“I don’t mind at all,” he said as he watched the blonde situate her belongings. Yvaine set Autumn on one of the benches and rushed to push his belongings to the side. “Sorry! I wasn’t expecting someone to come in so soon.”


He set Autumn’s crate on the same bench where the cat hunkered low, his eyes carefully watching Imogen for a moment. Yvaine stood upon the bench and hoisted his luggage onto the opposite rack from the girl. Being so young meant being so short. He hopped a little, using his momentum to push the luggage further back onto the rack.


“I’m Yvaine, by the way,” he said as he turned to face her. He became hyper aware of his glasses. The rim felt heavy upon the bridge of his nose. He wanted to resituate it, but refrained. “Do you need any help?”

 

[NessieAlways]

~Imogen Pemberly Gladwyn~

Scardy Cat


The almost escape of the boy's cat was enough to make Imogen giggle. She looked at the cat that was now in the boy's arm, "I'm sorry I didn't mean to scare you little one." As the boy closed the door behind him and began to push his belongings aside, Imogen began to grow more comfortable. "Sorry I wasn’t expecting someone to come in so soon." Imogen smiled at the boy, "Don't worry 'bout it! " Imogen moved Dakota off to the side and began to set her stuff down on the bench across from the boy. Imogen wasn't much of a heavy packer. A couple of bags she had put away in the luggage wagon, her backpack, and Dakota were the only things she carried. Engrossed in her own luggage and hushing the hooting owl, Imogen didn't even notice the bench had already been cleared. She was prepared to help the boy move some of his stuff and make room for herself, but by that time the boy was already introducing himself and offering his assistance.

"Thanks, but I don't need help. I've got it all under control!" Imogen lifted her chin proudly and placed both her hands by her hips, just like Wonder Woman. As soon as her sentence finished Dakota began hooting once more begging to be let out. Imogen's cheeks flushed feeling embarrassed by all the ruckus her owl was making. "Dakota! Hush!" She turned to Yvaine, "I'm sorry. She doesn't like being caged up. Grandpa and I never had her in a cage so she isn't used to it." Imogen turned back to the owl. "It's okay Dakota. We'll be out soon and you can fly all you want" Imogen stuck her fingers through the bars of the cage and pet the owl's soft feathers. Once the owl was a bit calmer, Imogen took her seat and looked at Yvaine, "I’m Imogen. Imogen Pemberly Gladwyn. My parents were a bit coo-koo when it came to choosing names. I was probably the only kindergartener who didn't know how to spell her own name. I'm doing better than my sister though. She still can't even said Gladwyn right."

Imogen looked proud of herself. She was going to continue, but a sudden uproar from the other compartments distracted her. She looked over at Yvaine with a puzzled expression. "What's all that noise about?" Imogen stood up and walked over to the door. She parted it open and peaked out ever so slightly. Did someone throw a dungbomb? Grandpa said those were fun pranks back in his day. Imogen held her breath just in case, and opened her ears as she listened in to the conversations. "I can't believe he's gone," Imogen's curiosity increased. "Harry Potter is a legend," The name rung in her head. It sounded familiar, but she wasn't entirely sure where she had heard the name before. Maybe it had been someone in school with her. Maybe it had been a neighbor. Maybe he had been in one of her grandfather's storied, but whatever significance and importance came with that name, Imogen was completely oblivious to it. "W-A-S-P. Wizards Against Squib Policing. They're kind of a big deal." Her curiosity turned into confusion once more. She'd never heard of WASP or of the term squib before. Shaking her head, Imogen turned and closed the door behind her. "Just something about some Potter guy." She returned to her seat deep in thought. Her mind dwelled around the word squib for a second and when she finally couldn't stand not knowing, she looked up to Yvaine and asked. "Do you know what a squib is?"



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|William Wolfe Whickham|

Strangers on board


Startled by the sound of a female voice, William's hand pushed down on Waldo a bit too harshly causing the cat to groan in protest. He had been waiting for the train to get moving while petting his cat. Now there was a girl looking through the compartment door. For a moment William forgot that there were other people in the train. Sure there were the voices of other students chatting about with their friends, but they had turned into a null thought in his head. His focus was mainly on his cat. Blinking a few times William smiled brightly at the girl's request. A friend! I won't be alone! "Oh of course you may take a seat!" William pushed Waldo down clearing the seat next to him even though the room was obviously empty and there were plenty of places to sit. The cat complained loudly and hissed towards the girl "Oh Waldo really?" William looked back to the girl. "Sorry…he's a grouch. Here I'll help you!" William took the owl's cage from the girl's hand and placed it on the seat across from him. "My name is--" He was interrupted by yet another voice.

He turned towards the door, once again, a girl was on the other side. She too asked if she could sit with the two kids. William was amazed. Two friends and they hadn't even left the station. This is going to be great! With his previous thoughts forgotten, William smiled even brighter than before. He nodded very fast not able to speak from his excitement. Although William was a very sociable person, his siblings had made it their duty to make sure William didn't have any long lasting friends when he was in school. Then, after starting homeschooling, there wasn't much interaction going on in William's part. He walked over to help out this girl too, offering to help with her bags also. William noticed she had a kitten. "Oh my gosh! He's adorable! Look Waldo a frie--Waldo?" William looked around for his cat, but all he saw was the fat puffy tail going through the second girl's feet and out into the train hallway. William sighed at the grumpiness of his cat, excusing it for it's bad temper.

William stepped aside to let the girls make themselves comfortable. He was really anxious about making friends, so he clasped his hands together to stop them from fidgeting around. His eyes were wide open looking very keenly at both females trying to figure out when was a right time to introduce himself. He didn't want to seem too pushy, but if he didn't talk soon they might grow bored and leave. He waited for both of them to take their seats before opening his mouth and began a very routinely introduction. "Hi! I'm William! I'm new. This is my first year at Hogwarts, but I know lots about it. My dad was here before. He was a slytherin! He says that's the best house there is. I hope I get into slytherin that way I can be more like my dad! What are you guy's names?" He looked between both girls eagerly waiting for their replies.

@Effervescent @Akeira @Valorie
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[Akeira]

ROSEMARY WILLOW DAVENPORT

Amiable Acquaintances
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Rosemary bit back a simper when the stout cat groaned, sensing the boy’s surprise in hearing her voice unexpectedly. "Oi, sorry, if I caught you a bit off guard." She said instantly, trying to play off a laughing bubbling in her mouth. She blinked at the cat curiously, as he seemed utterly disappointed in being disturbed from his slumber. Don't get on the cat's bad side. She noted mentally, not wanting to get kicked out of the compartment for being more disorderly than usual. When the boy allowed her to join, she gave him a smile and walked further into the compartment. “Brilliant, thanks.” She replied with gratitude, letting him clear the seat beside him. The first year tried to handle Hera's cage carefully, chuckling softly at his enthusiasm to help her get settled in. "You're probably the kindest bloke I've ever met. My brothers would never show that kind of generosity because they're practically barbaric." The brunette expressed over dramatically with a light smirk, letting him take the cage and thinking of how unhelpful her brothers usually were.


Just as introductions were about to be made, a feminine voice interrupted the boy. Rosemary turned toward the door, noticing a young brunette with sleek brunette hair braided delicately down her back. She smiled and nodded, seeing as she found it grand to have two companions for the train ride. She knew her father would laugh, if he could see her now, given that she would normally be rambling on about Hogwarts already. The first year scowled at the thought, nearly bursting at the seams to contain her elation. Rose was drawn from her thoughts when the boy gushed over the other girl's cat, chuckling softly and looking at the animal. "I hope yours is much more mannered then his seems to be. He looked rather upset after being him earlier." She remarked with a smug smile, glancing toward the spot where the boy deposited his cat and raising an eyebrow when she noticed a fluffy tail exiting the compartment. "Do you know where he's going?" She inquired, glancing at both young wizards and resisting the urge to peer into the corridor to follow the cat's trail.


Rose continued to settle herself in the compartment, picking a spot close to the window, sitting down, and giving the other girl some room to situate herself. She patted the pocket of her Muggle jeans carefully to make sure the Sickles her father had given her were still there. He had told her to hold onto them tightly before they left their Barnet house that morning. She wanted to get some Chocolate Frogs from the trolley cart during the journey. In addition, she wanted to purchase the day's copy of the Daily Prophet, having not read it yet. Her mother purchased a subscription for her, so she would be able to read it at Hogwarts, like her parents did at home. Rose's fresh robes were on the rack above, so she could go to the bathroom to change, when they were close to Hogsmeade.


She looked up when the boy introduced himself, biting back a small smirk at his enthusiasm. Rosemary thought his eagerness common among first years on this day, given she was practically bouncing off the walls with excitement herself. "Hullo, my name's Rosemary, but just Rose will do." She stated after William finished. Though she was honored to be named after her grandmum, Rose found it tiring to be addressed by her full name all the time. "I'm a first year too. I've got a older brother at Hogwarts. He'll be a Fifth Year Gryffindor. My parents both went to Hogwarts, but they were in different years and houses. Mum was in Ravenclaw, while dad was a Gryffindor. I'm more like dad, so maybe I'll be sorted there too." She shrugged with a bright smile, waiting for the other girl to introduce herself.

 

[Valorie]

Anastasia Crossheart





The brunette young girl gave the smallest of smiles, slightly glad that the two people inside the compartment seemed somewhat kind. Her eyes scanned the appearance of both children, they looked composed enough. It was decided that she would stay here, then. All other places were filled so she figured she didn't really have a choice, although she wouldn't have minded sitting here either way. Before the small female could introduce herself, the blonde boy spoke. He was gushing over George, whom was comfortably observing the other two as well, orbs filled with curiosity at the introduction of more humans. "Thank you, his name is Geo-Oh my..." The sentence was cut short as a fuzzy lump was felt slithering past her legs out into the hall. Her head tilted slightly as she watched it scurry down the slim hall. Finally snapping her attention away, her gaze turned back to the blonde boy. "As I was saying, his name is George."


As he stepped aside, Annie allowed herself to enter, setting her feline friend's cozy cage onto the space the other girl had freed for them. Her movements were very precise, like they'd been thought out carefully. Something about the was she carried herself, could have been described as elegant. When the girl spoke, with a reference to George's obedience, the brunette girl turned. "Oh, my kitten is very obedient. He would never go anywhere unless I went as well." Her lips once again curled up into a small smile. Her hand grazed the cat's soft fur, a quiet purr erupting from it's throat as it relaxed under her touch. It was true, he'd always been the type to hold back on curiosity, gently wait for permission to go on ahead. Much like herself, George was a cat that followed rules, they were perfect companions. After a bit, her head turned to the boy whom introduced himself as William. William, that was an easy enough name to remember. He was full of enthusiasm, it was refreshing.





According to him, his father had been in Slytherin and in his opinion it was the best house. That sounded interesting, her Papa had also been in Slytherin, as well as her Grandfather before him. However, her mother and Grandpa had been in Ravenclaw. It was a sensitive topic in her household, discussing which house was better would always end in inevitable and friendly arguments. As for herself, she believed that Ravenclaw would be a best fit for her, people of her same intelligence and keen capacity for solving things would most definitely help the sorting hat see the same. Her attention turned to the girl who now referred to herself as Rosemary, how pretty. That was also a name that was relatively easy to remember, although Rose also seemed fine according to her. This one seemed to believe that Gryffindor was a better fit for her. Apparently, Rose also had siblings in Hogwarts which sounded pleasant. As introductions were going around the room, it was her turn to say something. The brunette gave a clearing of her throat and spoke up, "My name is Anastasia Crossheart, but you can call me Annie if you wish."


Both had shared some sort of input on houses so she decided to throw her own little bit of information in there as well, offering a slight smile. "My Father's side of the family are more commonly sorted into Slytherin, while my Mother's side of the family are more commonly known for being Ravenclaw. Although I'm more like my father, I feel that my intelligence belongs in Ravenclaw." Now, after saying those words, she'd realized that they'd sounded a bit snobby even though that hadn't been her intention at all. That was one of Annie's weaknesses, she tended to make herself sound worse than she was and as hard as she tried to be polite and well mannered, sometimes here words were oddly sorted when they escaped her lips.
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[Macaberz]

Squibs? Muggles? WASP? It was all a bit much to take in. He was all too accustomed to Gail’s fits of excitement. It was usually best to wait it out or you’d spur him on to talk even more. Quietly, Ethan picked up the newspaper Gail had thrown to the ground and scanned the headlines for himself. It all seemed rather ordinary really. The moving pictures were like funny gifs, it was weird seeing them on paper but he wasn’t as thrilled by it as Gail.


Regardless, he couldn’t help but stare at Mr. Potter’s picture. The man had obviously been important if he was deserving of a special memorial ceremony. It was only after he’d carefully folded the paper and put it down that his eyes found the girl again. Keeping owls for pets had struck his fancy, but why on earth anyone would want to keep a rat was beyond him. She was decidedly an oddity. Perhaps she would go away if he ignored her.


“Calm down Gail, I don’t know if it’s true,” he said. “It’s just a newspaper though, there’s no need to throw a fit…”


Perhaps it was better if the girl stayed. By the looks of it Gail had a lot of questions racing through his head, which meant he would spew them all out eventually, which meant he would have to listen to his over-excited friend for hours.


“You don’t have to keep standing there,” Ethan invited Meghan over with a smile. “I am Ethan, that’s Gail. Don’t feed him fizzy drinks, that only makes him worse.” He stuck out his tongue at Gail before scooting over to make some space for Meghan.


“Oh and mine’s Fir and Dragon Hearstring,” he rummaged through his luggage for a moment to whip out his wand. “I’ve been meaning to try this…” He nearly embarrassed himself by holding the wrong end, but corrected his mistake just in time. “Ready?” he grinned, preparing to flick his wand for the very first time.


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[RubyRose]

Gail Owen Talon


“No. I’m not ok.” Gail said, crossing his arms over his chest. When Ethan spoke, Gail turned her roller coaster of emotions on him. “It… it may not be true?” Gail questioned, the concept not even having crossed his mind earlier.


Gail really wanted to add ‘Don’t tell me to be calm, Ethan.’ But bit back the comment. He was right, Gail had been a little bit too over enthused. So, taking his friend’s advice, Gail took a deep breath and then released it slowly through his nose.


Gail’s eyes went wide when Ethan pulled out his wand, hovering over the other boy until he held the wand out. At that point the young wizard fell back into his own seat, scrambling to retrieve his own wand again.


“Get your wand out, too!” Gail gestured at Meghan, grinning. What could go wrong with this wonderful idea. Gail took a moment to examine and admire his own wand, before gripping it the way his dad had showed him to.


“I’ve already tried mine out a little. When I first got it, I mean. I flicked it and it screeched like a hawk. It was Awesome!” Gail said enthusiastically. “And then the wand maker guy said ‘that’s the wand for you. It chose you.’ And dad says wands are good for different stuff. So it’s kind of like the wand that picks you also kinda picks your life, too. But like, I mean… it doesn’t limit you if ya want to do something different.” Gail rambled a few moments, the newspaper all but forgotten at this point.


“Ready!!!”


Erin Ryann Miller


“Your father?” Erin questioned, but let it slide when Jonas continued with something else. She wondered what Jonas’ father must be like for him to make that expression. Maybe he had lost his father like she had her mother… but it didn’t look like that kind of expression. Erin sighed, she would just let it go for now. Maybe if she and Jonas became really good friends, he’d tell her.


At the compliment on her name, Erin grinned. “Thanks. My mom picked it out for me. Well, and my dad- but dad says it was my mom’s favorite name and that if she had had a son it would have still been Aaron but spelled with two A’s and an o instead of one E and one I.” Erin got a little lost thinking about her mom for a moment before turning back to Jonas. “Do you know the story behind your name?”


Erin didn’t like the way Jonas flinched when he said he had a pet owl. “I have an owl too! Maybe our Owls can be friends?” Erin suggested, voice soft in case the thought was a bad one. The owls were forgotten when Jonas pulled out his wand.


“Oooooooooh! It’s so cool!” She said, admiring it. She thought that all wands would end up looking the same but all of them seemed to look different.


“Squib. Sounds as if a black family had a white kid, or an all white family had a black kid. Poor squibs.” Erin murmured after Jonas had explained them to her. “I guess… I’m sort of the opposite of a squib. Unless my mom was a witch. But Dad’s not a wizard. He was super excited for me when he found out I was, though.” Erin said thoughtfully, before smiling at Jonas.


When Jonas went on to explain who Harry Potter was, her expression fell. “So a hero died?” Suddenly all the wind had gone from Erin’s sails. “I see why he’s in the news, then. Are you said he’s dead?” Erin asked. It may have seemed like a strange question but she could think of people that other people looked up to but she hadn’t really cared much for. She wanted to know if Mr. Potter had been Jonas’ hero or not.


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[CloudyBlueDay]

Meghan Sinhem


Meghan beamed at Ethan as he invited her in. She even giggled a bit at the fizzy-drinks bit. "My wand is.. uh.." She racked her brain. "Ah! Redwood, with phoenix feather core! I think that's good." She patted it in her pocket, then looked back at Ethan, who had whipped out his own wand.


Meg's eyes widened. "Ahh! No, no! Don't do that! We'll blow up the train, or something worse!" She yelped. Panic grabbed at her. Oh, no! Gail was reaching for his wand, too! Meghan refused to get in trouble before she even got to the school. Her family would be so disappointed. She would be so disappointed in herself, for crying out loud! "Put your wands down!" She cried out.


"Listen," She said, looking back and forth between them. "Last time I used my wand I set the curtains in my house on fire. Definitely not as destructive as some sort of.. uh, screech." She shook her head. That was cool, though. "And, as you can see, there's quite a bit of fabric to set fire too." She pointed to the drapes on the window, or the rug on the floor of the train.


"So.. um.. save the wands for later?" She pleaded.


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Jonas Rimmle





"Yeah. My father. Let's talk about something else, okay?" Jonas grit his teeth together. He'd been trying so hard to put any memory of his father away until he had to go back for the summer, but Erin went and made it all resurface. Darnit.


Jonas shrugged when she asked about his name. "Don't think there's any story, really. Just my name." He scratched the back of his neck when she talked about their owls being friends. "I guess so." Maybe it would be an excuse for Erin to play with his owl so he wouldn't have to do it himself. The poor thing really didn't get to spend much time outside because Jonas.. just really didn't enjoy being around it.


Jonas beamed as Erin gushed over his wand. Even though she seemed to gush over everything, it still made him feel proud. "It is, isn't it? Dragon heartstring and sycamore. I quite like it. Why don't you show me yours?" He smiled.


He tilted her head at her. "That's.. sort of racist." He shrugged again. "I guess that's kinda the idea, though.." She was sort of entertaining. Hyper, but entertaining. He nodded. "Yeah. A hero died." It was a sort of weird thing to say. While it was sad and all, it didn't exactly want to make him break down and cry. The words felt strange on tongue. "I mean, of course I'm sad. But I didn't know him personally or anything. I'm grateful for what he did." Jonas scratched the back of his neck. "You've never heard of him, huh? He's in a lot of story books."


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[NessieAlways]

Technical Issues

As the whispers and shock of finding out that everyone's favorite hero was no longer here, the train began to fall into silence as the thought of Mr. Potter dead. Although for the most part, none of these kids had met him in person, Potter still remained in the stories. To most of them. Harry Potter was more than just the boy who lived.


Half way through the journey, the silence began to disappear as the eagerness and excitement of the students increased. They could almost smell the fresh water scent of the Great Lake and feel the spine curling chills of the Forbidden Forest. Most of the students on the train looked forward to coming back to their second home while others anticipated walking through the tall magical doors of Hogwarts for the first time.


Life on the train returned. Students began running around the hall, prefects clenching their jaw trying to keep cool, conversations about the summer returned and first years bombarded the sweets trolley.


"Let's go see if Minora is with the rest of the girls!"


"I can't wait to see Professor Felly again!"


"Stop running down the halls!


Get down from there!


better wish you aren't in my house, sir!"


"I hope Morgause went back to the ministry. She's scary."


"I learned a total of 10 spells before coming to Hogwarts!


My dad said I was a natural."


The conversations went on and on, laughter continued, and the trolley kept going up and down the aisles bringing everyone the joy of magical goodies.


"Anything from the trolley dears?"


As the train approached Hogsmeade, the trolley witch made her final round making sure everything was gone from the cart by the time they arrived at the station. She slowly made her way peeking into the rooms and asking if they kids needed any more sweets. Making her way down to every wagon, the trolley witch suddenly felt a chill run down her spine. Before she knew it she was being thrown off her feet and down towards the ground. In a matter of seconds the old lady was laying on the floor, trolley upside down, and goodies scattered all over. The thud of the cart and yell of the witch made the students rapidly peek out of their rooms.


"Did you see that?!"


"Someone played a trick on her!"


"She flew about a meter in the air!"


"Someone knocked her over!"


"But there wasn't anyone there."


"Maybe it was a ghost?"


"Maybe it was invisible."


"I felt it push me!"


"You weren't even outside!"


"But it came into our room."


"Oi! Sorry about that. Wheel must've gott'n stuck."


The trolley witch stood from the ground slowly, hand pressing against her lower back which ached both from age and the fall. The expressions on the students were still worried. How could the wheel have gotten stuck. There wasn't anything blocking it's path. Seventh year head boy, Elliot Augustus Pinkston, noticed the commotion being made. He rushed over to help the trolley witch out and clean up the mess that had been made. For a brief moment the witch and Elliot exchanged a glance that spoke more than words could say. Elliot straightened up slowly, and cleared his throat.


"Students. Please return to your compartments. There's nothing to see here. We will be arriving soon, so begin to change into your robes."


Elliot looked over to the trolley witch with concern written on his face. Are you sure? he mouthed softly enough for only her to notice. The witch only nodded and resumed her path with the trolley on a faster pace and no more stops.

 

[Macaberz]

Ethan Caughey.

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Grinning stupidly, Ethan wholeheartedly ignored the girl's advice. She was panicking like his mum which meant he was on to something brilliant. "Fire," he breathed, eyes sparkling with delight. It would be like one of those video games. Only better. Much, much better!


...Or maybe not. The few miserable sparks that erupt from his wand were as wondrous and impactful to behold as porridge dripping down a wall. Brows furrowed into concentration. He'd expected something more. Shooting sparks was pretty cool, but setting things on fire would be much more fun and exciting. "Well..." he coughed. "I guess I'll need to practice." If the girl was anything like his mum, so far she'd been frighteningly alike, there was a beratement resting on her lips, or at least a scornful look. He figured it'd be better to not test her patience or scare her away and simply stuffed his wand away.


For the longest while he made some polite but idle conversation. He asked the girl her name, her favorite color, and forgot both within the next three minutes only to quickly switch topic to the weather, then quidditch. Gail was besieged with questions about squibs and muggles and in the end Ethan sealed his lips altogether as his head began to spin from all the new things he was learning.


Whatever silence had lingered between them was ruptured when a thud and clatter sounded. Rushing to the compartment door and peeking his head around the corner, Ethan could clearly make out the trolley witch underneath a mountain of sweets, though he couldn't quite determine who contributed more to the pile; the witch or the sweets. Stifling a laugh, Ethan's face grew more serious when he saw a Seventh year rush to the sweet witch's aid. He thought he saw a flash of concern, though the old lady apepared to be fine. It was a bit strange.


When Elliot came past their compartment, Ethan realized something and dribbled after the seventh year, shyly tugging the tall head-boy's sleeve. "Uhm, sorry but..." his stomach was doing backflips as he glanced up at the older boy, then quickly looked down again. "I might've done that...I flicked my wands a few hours ago and...well, not much happened but maybe I did something wrong and-" he cut off his attempts to explain his train of thought there, thinking it wise not to talk himself into more trouble than necessary.


The guy's expression was vacant as the little first year address him. Elliot's mind was no longer in the train, but in deep thought. It took a moment for him to realize what the first year had said. Looking down at the young boy Elliot just nodded his head. "Don't attempt magic outside of school." His voice was sterner than he intended and realizing that he eased his expression placing his hand on the boy's shoulder. "It wasn't your fault, but no more magic until we get to school." Elliot wasn't the best when it came to comforting people, but his effort was noted. With a nod he continued walking, making sure everyone was in their compartments changing.

 

[RubyRose]

Gail Owen Talon


"Phoenix feathers and Dragon Heartstrings... cool! My wand has a unicorn hair for a core... and the wood starts with an M. It's not maple... it's midoni? Marbo? Those don't sound right... Oh, Madrona!" Gail said, thinking it through. At Meghans fear of their wands, Gail hesitated on keeping his out. She had a point, burning down the train would not be a good thing to do on their first day of school. "Hey! The screech wasn't destructive! It was cool!" Gail argued, feeling a spark of anger at Meghan thinking it was destructive. He loved his wand and he hadn't damaged anything yet.


Gail noticed that Ethan wasn't putting his wand away, and he didn't want to be picked on for being a sissy and putting his own wand away, so Gail kept it out. At Ethan's pathetic sparks, however, Gail could do nothing but laugh. He also didn't want to make a fool of himself by messing up on a spell, so instead of attempting anything he instead polished it with his shirt. After he was satisfied with the cleanliness of his wand, he settled it back into his pocket.


Gail put in his own two cents in while they spoke about less impressive things. How the family was, people who would be and wouldn't be missed, favorite colors. Gail listened while Ethan questioned Meghan, and he remained quiet for a good long while. The entire compartment fell quiet, and Gail hunted down his kitten Tidliwinks, pulling him out of the crate and holding the kitten in his lap. The cat did not look happy about this, but it was powerless to escape so it just curled up in Gail's lap and glared up at the boy. First chance of escape, the kitten would be gone, that was certain. Well, not gone gone, just out of Gail's lap and away from the boys sweaty hands.


When the crash sounded, Gail was right behind Ethan, his chin on the other boys shoulder as he also peered around the door.


"What happened?" Gail immediately blurted out, ready to run over and help the witch but was beat to it by a much older kid. Gail sighed at his slow reaction- he wanted to make friends with the cart lady, and that would have been a great way to start things off. Awell, though, at least the old crone was aright. Losing interest, Gail turned to go take his seat again but paused when Ethan went to go speak to the kid that had helped the sweets cart witch. He glanced over at Meghan, before turning back to Ethan. He watched as his friend spoke to the larger kid, and allowed himself a small smile at Ethan 'turning himself in.' Gail shook his head, before turning back to Meghan.


"What do you think happened?" Gail asked. He wasn't entirely sure on time, but it seemed like they'd be arriving at Hogwarts soon... or at least he hoped they would. While he waited for an answer, he also realized that his cat was no where to be found. "Oh... Oh no." Gail said fearfully as he began to hunt around for the cat. When had he last had Tidliwinks? Gail thought back, and pinpointed that he had the kitten up until the crash sounded and then he had stopped paying attention to Tidliwinks in favor of finding out what happened.


"Meghan... my kitten... have you seen him?" He asked, looking around the compartment and not seeing the gray furball anywhere. The compartment door had been open, afterall. The cat could be anywhere on the train at this point.


*(As far as where the kitten got to, anyone is free to 'find' him and bring him back. Didn't have anything particular in mind for the cat taking off besides that the cat took off... so yeah Just wanted to let you guys know, in case you wanted to 'see him', 'find him', or 'bring the sneaky little kitty back')


Erin Riann Miller


Erin bit her lip. She hadn't meant to bring up a sore subject. She had just wanted to hear more about Jonas' family, and Erin hadn't even considered that perhaps Jonas was upset with his father or vice versa. She felt guilty about pushing the subject, now, and Jonas' expression didn't help anything. Erin hated when it was her fault that somebody looked upset.


Erin nodded at Jonas' comment that it was just his name. That was just fine, as well. She was able to brighten up when the topic turned to wands, and she quickly grabbed hers from her pocket to show him. "It's Rowan wood, with a Hippogriff feather!" She said proudly, showing her wand to Jonas. "The wandmaker said I have to be super careful not to treat the wand badly, because then it'll not work the way I want it to." She added, though this information did not deter her grin. She actually really liked that her wand was a bit temperamental.


"I'm Sorry!" Erin said quickly. "I didn't mean for it to be mean! I just... I wasn't thinking. Sorry." Erin said, feeling terrible that she had said something so rude. She had just been trying to picture what it must feel like from a Squibs perspective, and the first think that she could relate to it is grownups weird hatreds towards skin colors. Her great grandad, who had died when she was young, had been really racist- or at least that's what her dad had told her. He explained that's why they didn't go to visit the man at all, and why they didn't go to his funeral.


"Harry Potter... I think I might have heard about him, when I was really little. But I thought it was all make-believe crazy stuff that Grandpa Charlie came up with. Daddy said 'don't believe what Grandpa Charlie says. He's a few nuts short of a nutty tree.' But the funny thing is... Grandpa Charlie is the only one in my family that knew 'bout magic. Daddy didn't, and no one else did until I got my letter. We thought it was all fairy tales and stuff." Erin said. "So... I mean, I think I've heard of Mr. Potter but I don't really remember the story." It had been so long since she had last seen Grandpa Charlie. Her dad had been trying to arrange a get together with him when Erin got her letter, but they had both been so busy that it had never worked out.


"Oh my goodness! What was that?" Erin said when the candy cart crashed, knocking the poor old witch to the ground. Erin, like all the other students, went to check out the noise. "Aw, the cart fell over." She told Jonas, regardless of whether he was looking right at it or not. "Do you think she's ok? What do you think happened?" Erin said, before pretending to put on a thinking cap and looking around to see if there was any evidence. "Maybe... maybe the witch was feeling light headed and fell over and the cart fell with her. Maybe someone played a nasty spell on her. What if someone pushed her?! Or... well the cart could have gotten stuck on something. Or better yet, what if the train made all the candy slide to one side so the cart got side heavy and just toppled over, and took the witch with it! So many possibilities! I wonder if it's ever happened before." Erin was mostly speaking to herself, but it was loud enough that anyone nearby would hear her chattering away as well.


She was, at any rate, relieved when the witch seemed to be ok and got up. Erin went over to the witch, patting the old woman on the shoulder in a manner she meant to be comforting and appreciative, before moving past her. She was about to go speak to the kid that helped the candy witch, when she saw another boy talking to him. Getting closer, she realized he was apologizing? She listened closer, her mouth setting into a thin line. It sounded like the whole thing was this younger boy's fault.


"Hey." Erin said, tapping the boy on the shoulder. (@Macaberz)"What do you mean you might have done this? Is this your fault?" She demanded angrily, putting her small fists on her hips and narrowing her eyes at the boy.


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She felt immediately silly for acting like that when the older boy said it couldn't have been the other boy's fault. Feeling heat rush to her cheeks, she backed away, eyes downcast, hoping no one had noticed the intrusion.

 

[NessieAlways]

|William W. Whickham|

Train Drama


William hadn't even arrived at school yet and already so much had happened! It started with the two new people he just met. Rosemary and Anastasia seemed like fun people to talk to. William answered Rosemary's question of not really knowing where his cat was going, but he knew he'd show up eventually. The fat cat could only go so far without growing hungry and coming back home for food. He listened carefully as she explained what house she preferred being in, Gryffindor. William grimaced. All his life he had been thought that Gryffindor was full of selfish rule breakers. In his eyes nobody liked them, especially the after Harry Potter. They only tolerated those self-centered kids. Of course, all his knowledge came from a Slytherin, Gryffindor's rival house.

"Well I'm sorry, but daddy says us Slytherins aren't allowed to talk to with Gryffindors!"

William smiled only half meaning what he said. He wanted to follow his father's teachings, but this girl was so nice he didn't want to not talk to her again. This house rivalry is hard. I hope she gets in Slytherin so I can still talk to her. William then turned to Anastasia who proceeded explain her family's houses and her want to be a Ravenclaw. Once again William grimaced. Does no one want to be part of the best house ever?! Ravenclaws where supposed to be nerds and Anastasia didn't look like a nerd. Not saying that she wasn't smart, but she lacked the stereotypical glasses. Frowning, William just shrugged his arms.

"I guess if that's your cup of tea"

There was a small uproar that cut the conversations short. William's curiosity urged him to poke his head outside, but another kid opened the door to the compartment and shouted, "HARRY POTTER IS DEAD!" There were tears in his eyes and he sobbed loudly before running away and taking the news to some other compartment. William's eyes widened in shock. After such a long time... then a smile formed on his lips.

"Well it's about time. My daddy said that boy was never up to no good. He gave daddy problems all the time."

William spoke sincerely. He hadn't grown up with the stories of Harry Potter the boy who lived. He grew up knowing Mr. Potter as the villain of the stories. Since his family was rumored to work for the dark one, the Whickhams were never a fond of the boy who killed their leader. He was worse than smut to the family. William continued a conversation as to why Potter wasn't as great as everyone said he was, mostly repeating what he over heard his father say, he began to worry about Waldo. They were close to the station already and he had yet to come back.

"I'm gonna go look for Waldo. I'll be back"

William stepped out of his compartment and began walking up and down the halls yelling Waldo's name. He spotted the Candy Trolley and was about to walk over and ask the lady if she had seen her cat, but then something happened. The trolley suddenly flipped over and the old lady fell to the floor. William gasped and hurried over to help her, but a tall guy, probably a seventh year took charge. What just happened? William looked around frantically trying to find a way that he could help. He stepped closer, but the seventh year was already shooing everyone away. He sent everyone to go put on their robes and prepare to arrive at the station. Reluctantly, William returned to his compartment and burst out telling both Rosemary and Anastasia what had happened.​

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