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NAME - Allura Berger
HOUSE - Fifth Year, Slytherin
BIO - Female, 15, French
LOCATION - Platform 9 3/4; Hogwarts Express, Compartment 3
INTERACTIONS - Fennox Berger; Alison Freed; Sean Wilson; Cassia Gold
Allura felt that same thrill that she felt every year as she ran through the barrier between platforms nine and ten. A moment later, as she took in the sights yet again, she stood amidst a crowd preparing to board the Hogwarts Express. It was one of the last stops before returning to classes, and one she would not be alone in making. Because this year- along with the children of other families- her little brother would be joining the student ranks. She waited barely a minute before deciding that the little rabbit would need to find friends on his own. As she approached the train, she kept an eye out for familiar faces- ones she could call friends in particular. Sadly, none seemed to show. They were likely sitting on the train, though the possibility that she didn't have any friends remained. Ah, no matter. Friends from now likely would not remain through her adult life anyway.
The nagging fear of being alone clung to her regardless as she made her way onto the train. Looking back to the platform entrance, she could faintly make out the form of her younger brother. She took a moment to arrange her thoughts. "Fenn! I'll be joining up with some friends, so you'll need to find some first-years to sit with. Make some friends!" she hollered, ducking into the train.
Allura quickly regretted her decision against wearing robes. As she dodged around and through the horde of people, her mind kept reminding her of the little fact that she stood out like a sore thumb. She did her best to ignore these and instead turned them toward the task at hand. Counting the compartments, she stopped at her lucky number. Lucky number three- though there was some superstition surrounding it in certain cultures. Ah, whatever.
Giving a brief knock before she flung the door open, Allura swooped into the compartment. She landed herself in an empty spot before looking up. Ah. First-years. Well, she presumed they were first-years due to the fact that she didn't recognize anyone, but then again, she never got out much. Either way, she wasn't going to bother with conversation. Not this time, at least. She whipped out a book from the depths of her robes before busing herself in the reading.
HOUSE - Fifth Year, Slytherin
BIO - Female, 15, French
LOCATION - Platform 9 3/4; Hogwarts Express, Compartment 3
INTERACTIONS - Fennox Berger; Alison Freed; Sean Wilson; Cassia Gold
Allura felt that same thrill that she felt every year as she ran through the barrier between platforms nine and ten. A moment later, as she took in the sights yet again, she stood amidst a crowd preparing to board the Hogwarts Express. It was one of the last stops before returning to classes, and one she would not be alone in making. Because this year- along with the children of other families- her little brother would be joining the student ranks. She waited barely a minute before deciding that the little rabbit would need to find friends on his own. As she approached the train, she kept an eye out for familiar faces- ones she could call friends in particular. Sadly, none seemed to show. They were likely sitting on the train, though the possibility that she didn't have any friends remained. Ah, no matter. Friends from now likely would not remain through her adult life anyway.
The nagging fear of being alone clung to her regardless as she made her way onto the train. Looking back to the platform entrance, she could faintly make out the form of her younger brother. She took a moment to arrange her thoughts. "Fenn! I'll be joining up with some friends, so you'll need to find some first-years to sit with. Make some friends!" she hollered, ducking into the train.
Allura quickly regretted her decision against wearing robes. As she dodged around and through the horde of people, her mind kept reminding her of the little fact that she stood out like a sore thumb. She did her best to ignore these and instead turned them toward the task at hand. Counting the compartments, she stopped at her lucky number. Lucky number three- though there was some superstition surrounding it in certain cultures. Ah, whatever.
Giving a brief knock before she flung the door open, Allura swooped into the compartment. She landed herself in an empty spot before looking up. Ah. First-years. Well, she presumed they were first-years due to the fact that she didn't recognize anyone, but then again, she never got out much. Either way, she wasn't going to bother with conversation. Not this time, at least. She whipped out a book from the depths of her robes before busing herself in the reading.
[div class=tag]allura berger
[div class=dot]●house
slytherin.
role
fifth year. chaser.
location
platform 9 3/4. hogwarts express, compartment 3.
interactions
Fennox Berger.
Alison Freed.
Sean Wilson.
Cassia Gold.
Allura felt that same thrill that she felt every year as she ran through the barrier between platforms nine and ten. A moment later, as she took in the sights yet again, she stood amidst a crowd preparing to board the Hogwarts Express. It was one of the last stops before returning to classes, and one she would not be alone in making. Because this year- along with the children of other families- her little brother would be joining the student ranks. She waited barely a minute before deciding that the little rabbit would need to find friends on his own. As she approached the train, she kept an eye out for familiar faces- ones she could call friends in particular. Sadly, none seemed to show. They were likely sitting on the train, though the possibility that she didn't have any friends remained. Ah, no matter. Friends from now likely would not remain through her adult life anyway.
The nagging fear of being alone clung to her regardless as she made her way onto the train. Looking back to the platform entrance, she could faintly make out the form of her younger brother. She took a moment to arrange her thoughts. "Fenn! I'll be joining up with some friends, so you'll need to find some first-years to sit with. Make some friends!" she hollered, ducking into the train.
Allura quickly regretted her decision against wearing robes. As she dodged around and through the horde of people, her mind kept reminding her of the little fact that she stood out like a sore thumb. She did her best to ignore these and instead turned them toward the task at hand. Counting the compartments, she stopped at her lucky number. Lucky number three- though there was some superstition surrounding it in certain cultures. Ah, whatever.
Giving a brief knock before she flung the door open, Allura swooped into the compartment. She landed herself in an empty spot before looking up. Ah. First-years. Well, she presumed they were first-years due to the fact that she didn't recognize anyone, but then again, she never got out much. Either way, she wasn't going to bother with conversation. Not this time, at least. She whipped out a book from the depths of her robes before busing herself in the reading.
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The nagging fear of being alone clung to her regardless as she made her way onto the train. Looking back to the platform entrance, she could faintly make out the form of her younger brother. She took a moment to arrange her thoughts. "Fenn! I'll be joining up with some friends, so you'll need to find some first-years to sit with. Make some friends!" she hollered, ducking into the train.
Allura quickly regretted her decision against wearing robes. As she dodged around and through the horde of people, her mind kept reminding her of the little fact that she stood out like a sore thumb. She did her best to ignore these and instead turned them toward the task at hand. Counting the compartments, she stopped at her lucky number. Lucky number three- though there was some superstition surrounding it in certain cultures. Ah, whatever.
Giving a brief knock before she flung the door open, Allura swooped into the compartment. She landed herself in an empty spot before looking up. Ah. First-years. Well, she presumed they were first-years due to the fact that she didn't recognize anyone, but then again, she never got out much. Either way, she wasn't going to bother with conversation. Not this time, at least. She whipped out a book from the depths of her robes before busing herself in the reading.
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