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If you want to be the last to leave or want to hang with the more rowdy crowd, then the back passenger cars of the train are for you. Just like the other cars, a long corridor provides access to the many compartments, each labelled with a letter, available for you and your friends to hunker down in until the train has come to a complete stop. Cushioned seats and large windows, allowing perfect views of the British scenery on your journey, await.
Well, what are you waiting for? Slide open a compartment door and make yourself at home. Place any of your belongings not in the luggage car on the racks above you. Chat with your friends about what you did this summer, enjoy munching on the snacks you bought from the trolley lady, get ahead of the game by reading your textbooks, or take a long nap as the train travels over numerous hills and mountainsides. Whatever you do, exhibit your best behaviour -- the prefects will be regularly patrolling the corridors and poking their heads inside your compartment to make sure you are doing so.
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SPOILER!!: partaaay
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Originally Posted by DuckyLinJi
Back at the manor, Daniel had been flipping through his books but it was really the potions and transfiguration books that had caught his attention the most. The potions book because he had seen Minjae brewing a couple since he became off age and he had found it fascinating to watch as he had brew. The transfiguration part was actually due to the description he had gotten of his wand. He still remembered the wand shopkeepers words clearly ‘Excellent for transfigurations and creature magic, and not suitable for dark magic.' *Excellent for transfigurations... A subject he had been eagerly wanting to learn ever since he found out that he was a wizard like his older brother.
As the compartment door opened up, Daniel placed a finger on the word in the book before looking up to see an older girl standing in the doorway. His eyes moved from her to his cat and then back at her with his eyebrow raised.
“In some cultures they’re actually a symbol of good luck and prosperity” he answered and gave a shrug of his shoulders. “Who are you anyway ?” and why was she already making assumptions of his black cat without even having met her yet?
When a kid around his own age moved past the girl to get further in to the compartment, Daniel focused his attention on him for a second before looking back over at the girl. “See, that is how you greet a cat” he grinned.
Alfie… Hadn’t he met a boy named Alfie before? He was definitely not the Alfie he had met in Diagon Alley though. ”I’m Daniel. You can both sit there if you want” honestly, the compartment was not his. Or was the girl too afraid?
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Originally Posted by ArianaBlack
"I know," she replied immediately. "But it's bad luck in Europe." She wasn't trying to argue because Kinsays didn't like arguing, but sometimes you have to defend yourself. That's all. "I'm Kinsay. Who are you?" That was the BETTER question because Kinz hadn't seen him around the castle before, which obviously meant, he was new.
Like this other kid who had just pushed past. Kiz hadn't seen him before either.
She wasn't going to follow him into the compartment though because she had other people to sit with. Less than last year (which she was trying not to think about), but she wouldn't want to sit with anyone else. Emm and Matty probably wouldn't like that very much... And neither would Kizzy. They were her people. She needed them. These kids also seemed younger (she could tell by the excitement) and Kinsay was a proper teenager who got invited to proper teenage parties now, so Emm probably wouldn't like it if she sat with younger students. So. Um. She really couldn't be sitting here even if she wanted to. Sorry. (She really was).
I'm Kinsay," she repeated herself for the benefit of Alfie, before she looked over at the cat again. For the record, she also thought it was cute! "I can't sit here because I have to find my friends," she replied honestly, but not unkindly. "Are you first years?" It was pretty obvious. They wouldn't be so happy to go to Hogwarts if they weren't. Kinsay sure didn't want to be back. Though, um, she didn't really have much of a choice.
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Originally Posted by Lissy Longbottom
Adam Luck - with his fancy new grown up short hair cut, in case you forgot - was SUPER stoked to be heading back. People would probably think he was crazy, but the reality was that he loved to learn. He soaked up every bit of knowledge he could - it was a wonder he wasn't a Ravenclaw, honestly. And after last term, when they'd obviously been forced to teach them terrible things about muggles that weren't true at ALL, Adam was ready to learn more about actual MAGIC. Bring on the homework! He was ready!
Looking around the train for anywhere to sit - it was weird not having Leighton around to watch out for him - he stumbled across Kinsay, talking to some younger kids who were clearly first years. Aww, look at her making new friends with the kiddos! Adam was PROUD and very clearly delusional.
"Kinsay! Hey! Who are your new friends?" he asked with a grin as he barged in to the conversation.
Alfie grinned at the other boy as he complimented his greeting to the cat. He hadn't shown up in time to hear what the other girl had said, but apparently it hadn't been proper. "Can I pet him? Or her?" How was he supposed to resist a cute kitty right there just waiting for head scratches.
He turned his attention to the girl when she introduced herself. "Hi Kinsay," he said with a smile. "Your hair looks like sunshine." Did she know that? It was yellow. Like dandelions. But some people didn't have an appreciation for dandelions, so he thought the comparison to the sun was safer. "I am a first year," he answered excitedly before turning to look at his new friend Daniel. "Are you a first year?" It was fun to make friends in the same year as him! He assumed that meant this girl, Kinsay, was not also a first year. He turned back to her. "What year are you?"
And then someone else was standing in the compartment door. If Alfie had been less extraverted he might have started to get overwhelmed, but actually he was quite excited to meet more people. "Hello. I'm Alfie!"
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After what seemed like a very short summer, it was already time for school. Was she a little apprehensive? Who wouldn't be? But the now sixth year redhead had decided this passed summer that she was not going to let the events that had passed, be her present or her future.
So here she was, as she could be seen making her way towards the back of the train noting it was a little too busy near the front of the train. However, she was a little pleased to find it was a little less crammed back here. Though she did not expect there to be too many students, including her friends, returning this term and honestly who could blame them.
Faye slowly scanned for an empty compartment with her feline companion, Astrid, in her arms for a few moments until she would find it a successful find as she opened the door to an empty compartment. She closed the door behind her before taking up residency in one of the seats of the compartment. Letting out a content sigh, the Hufflepuff allowed Astrid to get comfy in her arms before settling back in the seat, calmly looking through the window to the moving world outside.
The HuffleDor party! or GryffinPuff? I like GryffinPuff ...But HuffleDor is cuter?
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SPOILER!!: Partay~
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Originally Posted by littledhampir
SPOILER!!: partaaay
Alfie grinned at the other boy as he complimented his greeting to the cat. He hadn't shown up in time to hear what the other girl had said, but apparently it hadn't been proper. "Can I pet him? Or her?" How was he supposed to resist a cute kitty right there just waiting for head scratches.
He turned his attention to the girl when she introduced herself. "Hi Kinsay," he said with a smile. "Your hair looks like sunshine." Did she know that? It was yellow. Like dandelions. But some people didn't have an appreciation for dandelions, so he thought the comparison to the sun was safer. "I am a first year," he answered excitedly before turning to look at his new friend Daniel. "Are you a first year?" It was fun to make friends in the same year as him! He assumed that meant this girl, Kinsay, was not also a first year. He turned back to her. "What year are you?"
And then someone else was standing in the compartment door. If Alfie had been less extraverted he might have started to get overwhelmed, but actually he was quite excited to meet more people. "Hello. I'm Alfie!"
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Originally Posted by Lissy Longbottom
Adam Luck - with his fancy new grown up short hair cut, in case you forgot - was SUPER stoked to be heading back. People would probably think he was crazy, but the reality was that he loved to learn. He soaked up every bit of knowledge he could - it was a wonder he wasn't a Ravenclaw, honestly. And after last term, when they'd obviously been forced to teach them terrible things about muggles that weren't true at ALL, Adam was ready to learn more about actual MAGIC. Bring on the homework! He was ready!
Looking around the train for anywhere to sit - it was weird not having Leighton around to watch out for him - he stumbled across Kinsay, talking to some younger kids who were clearly first years. Aww, look at her making new friends with the kiddos! Adam was PROUD and very clearly delusional.
"Kinsay! Hey! Who are your new friends?" he asked with a grin as he barged in to the conversation.
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Originally Posted by ArianaBlack
"I know," she replied immediately. "But it's bad luck in Europe." She wasn't trying to argue because Kinsays didn't like arguing, but sometimes you have to defend yourself. That's all. "I'm Kinsay. Who are you?" That was the BETTER question because Kinz hadn't seen him around the castle before, which obviously meant, he was new.
Like this other kid who had just pushed past. Kiz hadn't seen him before either.
She wasn't going to follow him into the compartment though because she had other people to sit with. Less than last year (which she was trying not to think about), but she wouldn't want to sit with anyone else. Emm and Matty probably wouldn't like that very much... And neither would Kizzy. They were her people. She needed them. These kids also seemed younger (she could tell by the excitement) and Kinsay was a proper teenager who got invited to proper teenage parties now, so Emm probably wouldn't like it if she sat with younger students. So. Um. She really couldn't be sitting here even if she wanted to. Sorry. (She really was).
I'm Kinsay," she repeated herself for the benefit of Alfie, before she looked over at the cat again. For the record, she also thought it was cute! "I can't sit here because I have to find my friends," she replied honestly, but not unkindly. "Are you first years?" It was pretty obvious. They wouldn't be so happy to go to Hogwarts if they weren't. Kinsay sure didn't want to be back. Though, um, she didn't really have much of a choice.
“Whatever” he shrugged his shoulders. “i don’t believe in superstition” and definitely not in black cats being bad luck. “And i'm Daniel” he answered her question before looking back down at his book to continue to read. It seemed that Alfie had different ideas though. Placing a finger on the word he was on yet again he was about to answer Kinsay’s question about them being first years when Alfie spoke and mentioned that her hair….looked like sunshine. ”It’s just blonde?” he observed while looking at her hair as well. Sunshine? What?
”You can pet her. But be careful , she’s not very friendly yet*” He closed his transfiguration book now , knowing that he wouldn’t be able to read any further. With an almost exaggerated sigh, he put the book next to him, cover down on the seat when ANOTHER person entered the compartment. Merlin’s Beard he just wanted to read T__T
*feel free to say if the cat scratched you or not :3
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Originally Posted by lissy longbottom
adam luck - with his fancy new grown up short hair cut, in case you forgot - was super stoked to be heading back. People would probably think he was crazy, but the reality was that he loved to learn. He soaked up every bit of knowledge he could - it was a wonder he wasn't a ravenclaw, honestly. And after last term, when they'd obviously been forced to teach them terrible things about muggles that weren't true at all, adam was ready to learn more about actual magic. Bring on the homework! He was ready!
Looking around the train for anywhere to sit - it was weird not having leighton around to watch out for him - he stumbled across kinsay, talking to some younger kids who were clearly first years. Aww, look at her making new friends with the kiddos! Adam was proud and very clearly delusional.
"kinsay! Hey! Who are your new friends?" he asked with a grin as he barged in to the conversation.
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Originally Posted by littledhampir
alfie grinned at the other boy as he complimented his greeting to the cat. He hadn't shown up in time to hear what the other girl had said, but apparently it hadn't been proper. "can i pet him? Or her?" how was he supposed to resist a cute kitty right there just waiting for head scratches.
He turned his attention to the girl when she introduced herself. "hi kinsay," he said with a smile. "your hair looks like sunshine." did she know that? It was yellow. Like dandelions. But some people didn't have an appreciation for dandelions, so he thought the comparison to the sun was safer. "i am a first year," he answered excitedly before turning to look at his new friend daniel. "are you a first year?" it was fun to make friends in the same year as him! He assumed that meant this girl, kinsay, was not also a first year. He turned back to her. "what year are you?"
and then someone else was standing in the compartment door. If alfie had been less extraverted he might have started to get overwhelmed, but actually he was quite excited to meet more people. "hello. I'm alfie!"
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Originally Posted by duckylinji
“whatever” he shrugged his shoulders. “i don’t believe in superstition” and definitely not in black cats being bad luck. “and i'm daniel” he answered her question before looking back down at his book to continue to read. It seemed that alfie had different ideas though. Placing a finger on the word he was on yet again he was about to answer kinsay’s question about them being first years when alfie spoke and mentioned that her hair….looked like sunshine. ”it’s just blonde?” he observed while looking at her hair as well. Sunshine? What?
”you can pet her. But be careful , she’s not very friendly yet*” he closed his transfiguration book now , knowing that he wouldn’t be able to read any further. With an almost exaggerated sigh, he put the book next to him, cover down on the seat when another person entered the compartment. Merlin’s beard he just wanted to read t__t
*feel free to say if the cat scratched you or not :3
……….
To be quite honest, Kinsay was taken aback by Daniel’s dismissal. So much so that she didn’t even know how to respond to it (aside from frowning). So far, she liked Alfie way better. It was probably evident in the way she reacted to his compliment too, her whole face lit up!
… For all of three seconds before Daniel took the moment away from her. Proper upset with him now, Kinsay gave Daniel a pointed look, but otherwise ignored his comment or rather, tried to. ”Thanks, Alfie.” And when he confirmed her suspicions, Kinsay wasn’t at all surprised. She had a bad track record with first years. The ones last term made her feel horrible ways too. Except for, um, maybe Aries. He was always nice.
Alfie was nice too and Kiz was about to answer his question when Adam showed up. Loud and enthusiastic as always. It was a good thing they became proper friends last year because moments like these would've made Kinsay question everything. She gave her friend a little smile and scooted to the side so he could see everyone inside - she was still planning to leave to find her own compartment. ”And that’s daniel,” she pointed him out after Alfie had introduced himself, not at all trying to hide the way she felt about him so far.
And even though Kinsay wanted to correct Adam and tell him that the first years weren’t her new friends, she didn’t. Only because she recognized that it wouldn’t be a very nice thing for her to do. Maybe she’d just tell Adam in private so that she didn’t hurt anyone’s feelings. ”This is Adam. We’re third years.” She was talking to Alfie by the way. At least he was nice.
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Fox was being a little creepy, but there were only a few ways someone could respond to what she and Kale and the others had gone through. Kale had thrown himself into forgetting, but Fox's cold eyes said she couldn't forget. Phoebe entered the car without invitation and seated herself primly. "As it happens, I've nearly drown many times, and nearly burned to death almost as often. You must not be paying attention if you don't notice how good I am at getting into messes."
Phoebe crossed her legs and smoothed the frayed edge of her shorts over her knee. They'd have to change into uniforms soon enough, and she wondered vaguely if the uniform would bring back that cold, prickly dread like seeing Nem had. Would the castle make her stomach heave? She was fine, right? Everything was fine. "But Nem is so right. Treason isn't my bag."
But that was a little too pointed, Fox. "Just say what you have to say, Fox. Honestly. Nem knew what they were getting into by coming back. If they want to sit at the table, they'll have to hear from people like you. Stop beating around the ominous bushes." Phoebe was fine ignoring Nem for the moment, because she wasn't exactly taking her own advice.
SPOILER!!: Nemesis plus a child that is about to be concerned
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SPOILER!!:
Nem could have sighed. Almost did. If they weren't contending with people who couldn't spot a subtle comment if it jabbed them simultaneously in both eyes, then instead they got people who saw the subtlety but swiftly abandoned all pretence. How did these people get through the days without going utterly insane from the tedium of it all.
They shook their head an infinitesimal amount, now idly flipping through pages of their book with growing disinterest. "Sorry, you've lost me. I don't have a clue what you're on about." The 'and neither do you' was implied.
For all their reaction to Fox's insult, anyone could be forgiven for thinking that Nem had missed it entirely. Again the door opened, and again they looked up. Ah. James. Nem watched her for a moment, their association with the James Matriarch immediately springing to mind, even if it started with a slightly confused, fairly muddied memory. They gave a small shrug. "Why do we need to play anything? Haven't I always been nice to you?"
When Fox spoke up again, Nem looked across at her, arranging their features into a kind of pity. If this kid talked herself into having some kind of nervous breakdown, Nem was not above throwing her off the train. Super cool or what.
"I don't think anyone in here's committed treason anyway." They afforded James half a glance, then went right back to staring at the pages of their book, shifting their feet over so they went across their own bench of seats instead of diagonally across the compartment, freeing up a seat for James if she wanted it. Made it easier to lean up against the seat back and rest the side of their head against it against it, not to mention reserve this half of the compartment for themselves alone while unsubtly cutting off the rest. "Phoebe's hardly the type."
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Originally Posted by Cassirin
Fox was being a little creepy, but there were only a few ways someone could respond to what she and Kale and the others had gone through. Kale had thrown himself into forgetting, but Fox's cold eyes said she couldn't forget. Phoebe entered the car without invitation and seated herself primly. "As it happens, I've nearly drown many times, and nearly burned to death almost as often. You must not be paying attention if you don't notice how good I am at getting into messes."
Phoebe crossed her legs and smoothed the frayed edge of her shorts over her knee. They'd have to change into uniforms soon enough, and she wondered vaguely if the uniform would bring back that cold, prickly dread like seeing Nem had. Would the castle make her stomach heave? She was fine, right? Everything was fine. "But Nem is so right. Treason isn't my bag."
But that was a little too pointed, Fox. "Just say what you have to say, Fox. Honestly. Nem knew what they were getting into by coming back. If they want to sit at the table, they'll have to hear from people like you. Stop beating around the ominous bushes." Phoebe was fine ignoring Nem for the moment, because she wasn't exactly taking her own advice.
Ash gazed at Phoebe coldly. Not coldness directed at her, but with the coldness of like... cold flames... of like, the underworld or something. That kind of cold. Like the cold was inside of her, waiting to consume her soul... or something like that, maybe. Ash hardly had the words to describe it anyway. "We can be twins then, if you get in trouble often. Since nobody else wants to. As usual. And the spot will always be free, because nobody will ever want to." She crossed her legs like a small child. What was it with her and her movement these days? It was a little artless. Like she was not moving for any reason but the sake of it. If she didn't move, she might freeze to death or get petrified or something. "I don't have anything to say Phoebe. Nobody wants to have their day ruined by seeing some stupid kid screaming at the top of their lungs about how terrible the world is and how humanity was almost a failure. Ignorance is bliss." She pulled out a marker and started drawing flower designs on her left arm, which took a little bit of effort because she was left-handed. "Would anyone be interested in some small talk? I could tell you about how great I'm doing these days. The secret of being good at small talk is that you just have to lie all the time. It's fun." Anyone care to disprove? Of course not. They'd be a liar. Specifically a BAD liar. This was great life advice. They should follow it. Really, it was great.
Fox was being a little creepy, but there were only a few ways someone could respond to what she and Kale and the others had gone through. Kale had thrown himself into forgetting, but Fox's cold eyes said she couldn't forget. Phoebe entered the car without invitation and seated herself primly. "As it happens, I've nearly drown many times, and nearly burned to death almost as often. You must not be paying attention if you don't notice how good I am at getting into messes."
Phoebe crossed her legs and smoothed the frayed edge of her shorts over her knee. They'd have to change into uniforms soon enough, and she wondered vaguely if the uniform would bring back that cold, prickly dread like seeing Nem had. Would the castle make her stomach heave? She was fine, right? Everything was fine. "But Nem is so right. Treason isn't my bag."
But that was a little too pointed, Fox. "Just say what you have to say, Fox. Honestly. Nem knew what they were getting into by coming back. If they want to sit at the table, they'll have to hear from people like you. Stop beating around the ominous bushes." Phoebe was fine ignoring Nem for the moment, because she wasn't exactly taking her own advice.
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Ash gazed at Phoebe coldly. Not coldness directed at her, but with the coldness of like... cold flames... of like, the underworld or something. That kind of cold. Like the cold was inside of her, waiting to consume her soul... or something like that, maybe. Ash hardly had the words to describe it anyway. "We can be twins then, if you get in trouble often. Since nobody else wants to. As usual. And the spot will always be free, because nobody will ever want to." She crossed her legs like a small child. What was it with her and her movement these days? It was a little artless. Like she was not moving for any reason but the sake of it. If she didn't move, she might freeze to death or get petrified or something. "I don't have anything to say Phoebe. Nobody wants to have their day ruined by seeing some stupid kid screaming at the top of their lungs about how terrible the world is and how humanity was almost a failure. Ignorance is bliss." She pulled out a marker and started drawing flower designs on her left arm, which took a little bit of effort because she was left-handed. "Would anyone be interested in some small talk? I could tell you about how great I'm doing these days. The secret of being good at small talk is that you just have to lie all the time. It's fun." Anyone care to disprove? Of course not. They'd be a liar. Specifically a BAD liar. This was great life advice. They should follow it. Really, it was great.
"I wouldn't take it personally, James. People at Hogwarts have a terrible track record of paying attention to anything less than someone holding them at wandpoint. And there's not too much improvement then either."
The vestiges of Nem's interest in reading had by now vanished entirely, out the compartment door and off the back of the train along with any interest they might have had in this conversation. They flipped all the pages once, snapped the book shut, and folded their arms over their chest. Still leaning their head against the seat backs, they stared dispassionately at the compartment wall that backed onto the train corridor. The whole time they spoke, they kept their eyes fixed ahead.
"I'm getting all the life lessons today." Bernadette was somewhere on this train, maybe Nem would go and find her. Probably scare off anyone else who happened to be sitting with her, or earn a slap or punch, depending on who it was, but what was the point in having an unsavoury reputation if you couldn't have a little fun with it. Except they didn't have a whole lot of interest in seeking her out at the moment either. Maybe she'd happen by on her own. "For the record, Fox, you couldn't ruin my day. Not even by coming in here and trying to talk to me about Lucien Rosier."
A broken body, a toppling pillar. The Big Man deserved what he got, though deserving had always been a funny concept. Ultimately, weakness begot failure, and the entire situation only cemented in Nem's mind what they'd already known for years: there was only one person in the world who they could rely on. They didn't (couldn't) grieve for Lucien Rosier, who had ultimately been a stepping stone that Nem had not trusted to hold their weight for even as long as it took to decide on their next move, but they did miss him. Perhaps more accurately, they missed being seen, accepted as the person they were, even if Rosier just fell short of truly understanding them. They didn't anticipate that anyone else would ever get any closer, but it was better this way. Good that it ended when it did. Greater than good.
"Anyway." Nem closed their eyes, huddled up against the seat backs, and to all intents and purposes appeared to be settling in to sleep the rest of the journey away. "Enjoy your small talk."
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Originally Posted by Stefan
Ooh, company already?
Come to think it, after all that happened last term, some if not most would be reluctant to come back to school. Obviously, each had their reasons as to why they had to come back, but Noah was almost certain that the back train which used to be the place for party kids, slowly turned into the sulking end of the ride.
But whatever. All of that uprising was a thing of the past... but not forgotten.
Noah sat the moment the compartment door opened, and eyed the newcomer carefully. Did he want to be left alone? Mmmmwell, yeah? But he also thought that the newcomer could also use some company. Had she been crying? She looked like it. "It's alright," he said leaning back on his seat keeping his gaze at the girl. "Come on in..."
Was he going to regret this? Will there be tears on this ride?
Taking a seat Gemma glanced out the window wondering if her dad was still watching the train or if he had left once her and her brother had gotten on. Taking a little breath of relief that she wasn't going to be watched by her dad as if she would break apart at any moment anymore Gemma decided to think about the fun that might happen.
"Thank you for letting me share the compartment with you. If your friends come I can head out." She didn't want to be a bother, but at the same time she didn't want to run into anyone specific at the moment either. "How was your summer? Do anything fun?"She figured that was an easy question to ask and to keep from having too much silence in the compartment, she really hated silence.
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"I'll listen to all the screaming you want to do, Fox, okay?" Phoebe was determined NOT to care too much this term, because caring got people killed, but she also knew what it felt like to feel ignored. To feel helpless and small. So she could care enough to let Ashley Fox scream at her about how the world was unfair. That seemed like something she could do.
Phoebe reached out a foot and propped it next to Nem's, just to show them they couldn't take up all that space without some sort of consequence. It made her so steaming MAD to be gaslit by a creep, treated like Nem hadn't spent last term doing As Much As Possible. Like she was being unreasonable.
"Don't be a jerk, Nemesis. You don't get to sit on my train, traveling to MY castle, and act like I'm the bad guy for being here. Promise me a real conversation about what went down last term, and I'll leave you in peace for the rest of this train ride." But not forever. There was definitely a reckoning to be had.
"I wouldn't take it personally, James. People at Hogwarts have a terrible track record of paying attention to anything less than someone holding them at wandpoint. And there's not too much improvement then either."
The vestiges of Nem's interest in reading had by now vanished entirely, out the compartment door and off the back of the train along with any interest they might have had in this conversation. They flipped all the pages once, snapped the book shut, and folded their arms over their chest. Still leaning their head against the seat backs, they stared dispassionately at the compartment wall that backed onto the train corridor. The whole time they spoke, they kept their eyes fixed ahead.
"I'm getting all the life lessons today." Bernadette was somewhere on this train, maybe Nem would go and find her. Probably scare off anyone else who happened to be sitting with her, or earn a slap or punch, depending on who it was, but what was the point in having an unsavoury reputation if you couldn't have a little fun with it. Except they didn't have a whole lot of interest in seeking her out at the moment either. Maybe she'd happen by on her own. "For the record, Fox, you couldn't ruin my day. Not even by coming in here and trying to talk to me about Lucien Rosier."
A broken body, a toppling pillar. The Big Man deserved what he got, though deserving had always been a funny concept. Ultimately, weakness begot failure, and the entire situation only cemented in Nem's mind what they'd already known for years: there was only one person in the world who they could rely on. They didn't (couldn't) grieve for Lucien Rosier, who had ultimately been a stepping stone that Nem had not trusted to hold their weight for even as long as it took to decide on their next move, but they did miss him. Perhaps more accurately, they missed being seen, accepted as the person they were, even if Rosier just fell short of truly understanding them. They didn't anticipate that anyone else would ever get any closer, but it was better this way. Good that it ended when it did. Greater than good.
"Anyway." Nem closed their eyes, huddled up against the seat backs, and to all intents and purposes appeared to be settling in to sleep the rest of the journey away. "Enjoy your small talk."
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"I'll listen to all the screaming you want to do, Fox, okay?" Phoebe was determined NOT to care too much this term, because caring got people killed, but she also knew what it felt like to feel ignored. To feel helpless and small. So she could care enough to let Ashley Fox scream at her about how the world was unfair. That seemed like something she could do.
Phoebe reached out a foot and propped it next to Nem's, just to show them they couldn't take up all that space without some sort of consequence. It made her so steaming MAD to be gaslit by a creep, treated like Nem hadn't spent last term doing As Much As Possible. Like she was being unreasonable.
"Don't be a jerk, Nemesis. You don't get to sit on my train, traveling to MY castle, and act like I'm the bad guy for being here. Promise me a real conversation about what went down last term, and I'll leave you in peace for the rest of this train ride." But not forever. There was definitely a reckoning to be had.
"Great. So I can talk about Rosier however I want, since you wouldn't get mad and kill me. He's my favorite thing to scream about." Up there with authority, Nemesis Upstead, Emmerson, and The Universe. "He was dumb to not kill us all when he had the chance, and he was an idiot in general. And his hair was dumb too. And I got away with way too much stuff when he was in charge, even though I was like his least favorite student. And he was way too arrogant. And his whole idea collapsed when he died, and that's not how ideas are supposed to work. I'll tell you if I think of anything else to say." It wasn't screaming, but it was fun to say without getting in trouble. She looked at Phoebe. She wanted to rest her head on her shoulder, but she didn't because she Was Fine and Didn't Need Help. She shook her head. "Nah. You don't want to hear it. Plus, I'd get self conscious if I screamed bad things at someone who cared." It was better to scream to a brick wall that wouldn't listen or respond. She looked at Phoebe talking to Nem with interest. Could she watch this 'conversation'? Please? "Thanks Upstead. Don't worry, I won't enjoy it." The small talk, that is.
Ash didn't really enjoy anything these days. Truly enjoy them. She talked to people happily and when they left, she felt even emptier than she had before. Thanks, Upstead.
Evan was reaching into the bag over his shoulder he carried for supplies and his lighter reading, believing he might still have some tissues for the girl if she needed but.. well she seemed to have taken care of that with her sleeve. Which he would... just remember to stay away from that arm.
Although as she yelled she was fine, which... he hadn't asked since it seemed she clearly wasn't, and honestly he didn't even think it was that unusual to cry on the train. He'd cried a bit in the loo before boarding. "No one said you weren't." She seemed on the verge of pulling it together too so he was going to move on.
But then she was a mess again and fleeing into the compartment. So he paused again, before following quietly and perching right inside the door on the train, pulling out the previously abandoned tissues and offering them. "Here. These might work better than your sleeve."
Or maybe they wouldn't. Since trash and all.
Victoria didn't care if the boy followed her or not because unfortunately, he had already witnessed her crying, and there was no way she perform an obliviate spell to make him forget. She hadn't done a single spell yet because her dad had said NO MAGIC UNTIL YOU LEARN AT SCHOOL. Normally, V didn't care about following rules, but honestly, messing around with a wand seemed foolish at best. So she had followed this rule.
And thus, she did not know how to erase someone's memory yet.
She snatched the tissue aggressively and blow her noise loudly enough to make a scene had she still been in the corridor. "Th-thank you," she said softly, dabbing at her eyes with her chest still heaving from the sniffling. Tears still steadily streamed down her cheeks, and she glanced out the window longingly. "I m-miss my dog already." The words opened the waterfall that she had just worked so hard to dam up!
UGH.
She was crying into her tissues. Again.
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"I'll listen to all the screaming you want to do, Fox, okay?" Phoebe was determined NOT to care too much this term, because caring got people killed, but she also knew what it felt like to feel ignored. To feel helpless and small. So she could care enough to let Ashley Fox scream at her about how the world was unfair. That seemed like something she could do.
Phoebe reached out a foot and propped it next to Nem's, just to show them they couldn't take up all that space without some sort of consequence. It made her so steaming MAD to be gaslit by a creep, treated like Nem hadn't spent last term doing As Much As Possible. Like she was being unreasonable.
"Don't be a jerk, Nemesis. You don't get to sit on my train, traveling to MY castle, and act like I'm the bad guy for being here. Promise me a real conversation about what went down last term, and I'll leave you in peace for the rest of this train ride." But not forever. There was definitely a reckoning to be had.
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"Great. So I can talk about Rosier however I want, since you wouldn't get mad and kill me. He's my favorite thing to scream about." Up there with authority, Nemesis Upstead, Emmerson, and The Universe. "He was dumb to not kill us all when he had the chance, and he was an idiot in general. And his hair was dumb too. And I got away with way too much stuff when he was in charge, even though I was like his least favorite student. And he was way too arrogant. And his whole idea collapsed when he died, and that's not how ideas are supposed to work. I'll tell you if I think of anything else to say." It wasn't screaming, but it was fun to say without getting in trouble. She looked at Phoebe. She wanted to rest her head on her shoulder, but she didn't because she Was Fine and Didn't Need Help. She shook her head. "Nah. You don't want to hear it. Plus, I'd get self conscious if I screamed bad things at someone who cared." It was better to scream to a brick wall that wouldn't listen or respond. She looked at Phoebe talking to Nem with interest. Could she watch this 'conversation'? Please? "Thanks Upstead. Don't worry, I won't enjoy it." The small talk, that is.
Ash didn't really enjoy anything these days. Truly enjoy them. She talked to people happily and when they left, she felt even emptier than she had before. Thanks, Upstead.
This kid did not know Nem very well, if she'd thought they were 1. even remotely easy to anger, and 2. likely to kill her, especially in front of a witness and with no reason to do so. But Nem didn't hold it against her; most kids around here had informed the wrong impression of them over the years, and there had been little use in correcting any of them. Even after Nem had largely dropped the facade - put up out of necessity until the moment the ennui became truly intolerable - most of them still managed to get it wrong.
But Fox wasn't saying anything that Nem did not already know, hadn't already thought. Apart from the bit about the hair (hardly up there on the list of priorities) and about his idea dying with him (it wasn't his idea, but Grindelwald's, showing that anyone could pick up an old dead guy's principles at any point, and run with them), she was more or less right on the money, though Nem would also argue that Lucien Rosier had not been a general idiot, had been more than capable in plenty of other ways. Still. People would always form the narrative that made them feel better, especially children. "Right on, Fox," Nem replied dully, still by all appearances ready to go to sleep and leave them both to it. "You know where to find me." Maybe she didn't, once they were off the train, but no doubt their paths would continue to cross.
Nem let out a sigh, continued to speak without yet looking up. "I haven't acted like you're the bad guy, James. I'm not bothering anyone; you both joined me in here. I've not asked you to leave. I've not asked you to stop talking. I'm leaving you alone. It isn't a crime to not care." This situation would not be the only one of its kind all year, but that was a non-issue. Nem could take what people threw at them, and didn't owe anyone a reaction to fuel their little conflicts. That was all anyone wanted with them, and while on an intellectual level it made some kind of sense, none of them had earned it.
Except James had already ever-so-slightly destabilised that line of thought. Nem paused, drummed their fingers once on their upper arm. "Okay, I promise." They raised their head, ever so slightly, just enough to open one eye and peer over at Phoebe James. "A real conversation, you and me. All you had to do was ask."
Both eyes closed again, Nem leaned their head back against the seat, but not before nudging their foot casually against James', as it was there. Acknowledging her consequences. "That's all anyone ever had to do." They left it at that.
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Victoria didn't care if the boy followed her or not because unfortunately, he had already witnessed her crying, and there was no way she perform an obliviate spell to make him forget. She hadn't done a single spell yet because her dad had said NO MAGIC UNTIL YOU LEARN AT SCHOOL. Normally, V didn't care about following rules, but honestly, messing around with a wand seemed foolish at best. So she had followed this rule.
And thus, she did not know how to erase someone's memory yet.
She snatched the tissue aggressively and blow her noise loudly enough to make a scene had she still been in the corridor. "Th-thank you," she said softly, dabbing at her eyes with her chest still heaving from the sniffling. Tears still steadily streamed down her cheeks, and she glanced out the window longingly. "I m-miss my dog already." The words opened the waterfall that she had just worked so hard to dam up!
UGH.
She was crying into her tissues. Again.
He couldn't help but wonder if this was what he looked like too in the bathroom not too long ago. He almost had a twinge of feeling bad for the girl, since her sadness had happened very uh ... publicly. At least he'd been able to school his face back in his normal calm and collected and aloof.
She grabbed a tissue and the LOUD blow had him nearly wince, but instead he just reached behind to shut the door a bit more, but not fully in case one of his sister's went by. It was better if they could see him, or him see them. And he would guess by the noises from this cabin, anyone going by would look in. He put the rest of the tissue pack on the seat next to her, figuring she would definitely need more of those.
"Sure thing." Because honestly the least he could have done was offer tissues and point out an empty compartment. He was about to ask if she needed anything else, but then she said she missed her dog. All the crying was over a dog??? Not even her parents??? He blinked but figured he could venture to ask questions about it. When Noah used to go away to school by himself, it had helped him talk about him when he missed him. "I'm sorry. What kind of dog is it? What's it's name?"
He couldn't help but wonder if this was what he looked like too in the bathroom not too long ago. He almost had a twinge of feeling bad for the girl, since her sadness had happened very uh ... publicly. At least he'd been able to school his face back in his normal calm and collected and aloof.
She grabbed a tissue and the LOUD blow had him nearly wince, but instead he just reached behind to shut the door a bit more, but not fully in case one of his sister's went by. It was better if they could see him, or him see them. And he would guess by the noises from this cabin, anyone going by would look in. He put the rest of the tissue pack on the seat next to her, figuring she would definitely need more of those.
"Sure thing." Because honestly the least he could have done was offer tissues and point out an empty compartment. He was about to ask if she needed anything else, but then she said she missed her dog. All the crying was over a dog??? Not even her parents??? He blinked but figured he could venture to ask questions about it. When Noah used to go away to school by himself, it had helped him talk about him when he missed him. "I'm sorry. What kind of dog is it? What's it's name?"
Well, V cared much more about not seeing her dog right now than not seeing her parents. She'd hear from them through letters and whatnot. But how was she supposed to communicate with Prince Charleston?! She couldn't. And she didn't have a two-way mirror, either, because her dad had refused to buy them a pair. He said she didn't NEED one yet.
And that was just downright RUDE.
"H-he's a yorkie...he has the cutest most FLOPPIEST tallest ears ever...and his name is Prince Charleston." She wiped her eyes some more with the very moist tissue and grabbed two more. "He's like...,my favorite living being of all time. He's way better than any friends I've ever had. And he follows me around EVERYWHERE and I h-hope he's not as sad as I am," she sniffled some more and looked at her lap sadly.
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Well, V cared much more about not seeing her dog right now than not seeing her parents. She'd hear from them through letters and whatnot. But how was she supposed to communicate with Prince Charleston?! She couldn't. And she didn't have a two-way mirror, either, because her dad had refused to buy them a pair. He said she didn't NEED one yet.
And that was just downright RUDE.
"H-he's a yorkie...he has the cutest most FLOPPIEST tallest ears ever...and his name is Prince Charleston." She wiped her eyes some more with the very moist tissue and grabbed two more. "He's like...,my favorite living being of all time. He's way better than any friends I've ever had. And he follows me around EVERYWHERE and I h-hope he's not as sad as I am," she sniffled some more and looked at her lap sadly.
Well, he definitely would have found that reasoning logical. It's true she wouldn't have a way of communicating with her pupper, not unless she could get her parents to send letters with photos of him. And she could send photos back as well. If he knew this plight, he would have also offered the assistance and borrowing of his muggle camera.
Because while he couldn't bring a lot of comforts from home, he did bring a couple of mundane things. Whether they'd work or not was to be determined, but the comfort was really just in access of having them.
"Yorkie's are cute." He liked bigger dogs, but had to admit the yorkies with their hair were adorable. Much cuter than chihuahua's. "Prince Charleston is a good name too. Did you know him yourself? Is he a purebreed?" Since well... obviously people thought pure was better. He liked mutts, himself. "Do you have siblings at home that can keep him company while you're at school? Your parents?" Hopefully someone was watching over her pup and keeping her company so she could feel better about having left him.
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"I don't want to hear it, but I'm willing to. We can like... break things together. You think you're the only one with anger issues?" Phoebe bumped Ashley with her elbow and offered the younger girl a half smile. Not a happy one, but more a smile of commiseration. There were plenty of people who wanted to break things. They could probably start a club.
At least Nem was willing to chat later, and since her frustration level was completely breached, she was done with this particular pain point. She shoved Nem's foot back with hers before shoving to her feet. "That's all I want then. And I'm going to go not eat something from the trolley. Not eating is my favorite thing these days. Ciao."
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Taking a seat Gemma glanced out the window wondering if her dad was still watching the train or if he had left once her and her brother had gotten on. Taking a little breath of relief that she wasn't going to be watched by her dad as if she would break apart at any moment anymore Gemma decided to think about the fun that might happen.
"Thank you for letting me share the compartment with you. If your friends come I can head out." She didn't want to be a bother, but at the same time she didn't want to run into anyone specific at the moment either. "How was your summer? Do anything fun?"She figured that was an easy question to ask and to keep from having too much silence in the compartment, she really hated silence.
"Well, it's not my compartment to keep, so anybody is welcome. Friends or frenemies." Literally, even the questionable ones who were returning to school, but Noah made it a point not to care and not to think about anything, too much. That had been the thing back home with their parents, especially their mother. Well, their dad too, but in his own quiet way as he always did.
Noah shrugged at the question as he downplayed the distraction he had over the course of the summer. "If you consider 'sneaking out' as fun, then I had plenty of that." their mum had eyes all over the place, and it was tricky to get the bloody hell out of their house. "It was mostly spent with friends, and I learned how to wingsuit. It was pretty awesome." if their parents knew he'd probably end up grounded for the whole summer, but yes, it was a lot cooler than...say a pool party. But Noah did come to the conclusion that that didn't sound so bad. He could've scored his first kiss too.
"How was your summer?" hopefully it was as good as his.
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