GalaxyGirl
Prose Princess
High heel tapping punctuated across the stony pavement of King's Cross. A very posh looking woman with platinum blonde hair and sunglasses marched her way through the bustling parents and children who were preparing for the leave of the Hogwarts Express.
Trailing behind her, a young girl looked straight behind. She was the spitting image of the woman. Ash-blonde hair fell past her shoulders in straight locks, and fringed bangs hid her pale eyebrows and rested just above her long-lashed stone-gray eyes.
The girl was Isla Hallows. She did not look amused. Mainly because she wasn't. Isla could barely withhold a sigh as she followed after her mother. The servants had her bags and were following after her, so at least she didn't have to carry them like the other children, but the whole situation was annoying. Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry was supposed to be the greatest magical academy in the entire wizarding world, yet they made the children ride a stupid, grimy train to school each year?
Perhaps she wouldn't have such a horrid view of the place if she had gone there for her first two years. Instead, Isla was a Durmstrang student up until last year, and compared to the winding gothic architecture and flying-horse-drawn carriages, Hogwarts was looking less like a wizarding school and more like a primary school. Pathetic.
"Hurry, Isla!" the blonde woman in front of Isla snapped.
The woman was her mother, and she had a meeting to go to. It explained the hurry, but the fact that she was practically shoved onto the train...well, that didn't do much to help Isla's mood.
As she found an empty compartment, Isla sat down, crossing her legs and smoothing her designer dress out in front of her. As the other children met up from previous years and found compartments with each other, Isla just wished that no one would bother her. If she could go the entire next four years without speaking to anyone, she would be just fine.
(Sorry it's a little short. I just wanted to get something up tonight. I'll post Bailey in a little bit, but he probably won't be in the same compartment as Isla).
Trailing behind her, a young girl looked straight behind. She was the spitting image of the woman. Ash-blonde hair fell past her shoulders in straight locks, and fringed bangs hid her pale eyebrows and rested just above her long-lashed stone-gray eyes.
The girl was Isla Hallows. She did not look amused. Mainly because she wasn't. Isla could barely withhold a sigh as she followed after her mother. The servants had her bags and were following after her, so at least she didn't have to carry them like the other children, but the whole situation was annoying. Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry was supposed to be the greatest magical academy in the entire wizarding world, yet they made the children ride a stupid, grimy train to school each year?
Perhaps she wouldn't have such a horrid view of the place if she had gone there for her first two years. Instead, Isla was a Durmstrang student up until last year, and compared to the winding gothic architecture and flying-horse-drawn carriages, Hogwarts was looking less like a wizarding school and more like a primary school. Pathetic.
"Hurry, Isla!" the blonde woman in front of Isla snapped.
The woman was her mother, and she had a meeting to go to. It explained the hurry, but the fact that she was practically shoved onto the train...well, that didn't do much to help Isla's mood.
As she found an empty compartment, Isla sat down, crossing her legs and smoothing her designer dress out in front of her. As the other children met up from previous years and found compartments with each other, Isla just wished that no one would bother her. If she could go the entire next four years without speaking to anyone, she would be just fine.
(Sorry it's a little short. I just wanted to get something up tonight. I'll post Bailey in a little bit, but he probably won't be in the same compartment as Isla).
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