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"I have a blending of everything from the food trolley the best on the market" he smiled a bit and opened his trunk for her to see making sure his bag with an extendable charm was off the side so that she could have easy access "and i have more at home but i would have to send my owl" He pointed at Arculus his snowy owl "to get my uncle to send more out, do you have a particularly favorite candy?" Damon asked.
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this boy was someone Sierra should try and make friends with. She didn't have friends. Not really, but this was just too good of an opportunity to pass up. He was just
so giving and so willing to just give her whatever she wanted.
"Are you a Hufflepuff?" she asked, making the assumption due to his over-friendliness. She peered into his trunk and surveyed the items inside.
"Hmm," she mumbled, still looking over the items,
"I do, yes. Chocolate frogs." Her older sister used to give them to her when she was younger. It had been a while since she'd seen Anna, but seeing the candy now made Sierra think of her. She glanced up at the boy, whoever he was. They hadn't exactly exchanged names yet.
"So you're...just going to give me some?" she asked.
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Tommehbell Harlow pulled her wand out of her purse and cleaned off the hem of her skirt. The first spells she learned were cleaning spells. That was essential when you lived with two older brothers who thought dirt was a fashion accessory. Satisfied that her skirt was once again pristine she turned to look up at the older girl. "Well I'm sorry," she said once again. She didn't do it on purpose after all. Who wanted to fall out of a compartment and flash the world their knickers. Even if they named 7 uses of a mandrake.
Her bottom lip quivered as the girl continued to drive home how stupid Harlow was for falling out of a compartment.
She wasn't going to let the girl see her cry. Why was she being so horrible about it? "I'm very sorry I fell on you. You can owl me the bill to replace your shoes and I will." she said trying to hold back the tears threatening to streak down her face.
She turned and ran back into her compartment and buried her face in Legalos stomach to have a good cry without anyone seeing her. Some of the people on this train were very mean and she didn't understand why. Legalos swatted at the flowered barrets in Harlow's hair as she cried. This was not what she thought her ride to Hogwarts would be like.
Sierra raised her eyebrows in slight surprise. "
Hmm. Pretty good charmwork for a first year," she commented. Or, that's what she assumed this girl was--a first year. Either that, or she was just a really short upperclassmen.
"...and I don't exactly compliment people often. What house are you hoping for, hmm?" Slytherin could always use a few new high achievers.
Sierra shrugged.
"It's alright," she mumbled. For now. If she did again, Sierra hoped she ended up a Hufflepuff. It would serve the Puffers right to wind up with a klutz. Hearing the comment about sending a bill to replace her shoes, Sierra made a slight turn toward the girl. Again, her eyebrows were raised. "
I'm sure my shoes are just fine," she assured. She continued to survey the girl, trying to decide whether she was someone she could like or someone who was destined to five years of eye-rolls.
...but then the girl zoomed off and ran into a compartment. Sierra could see her through the window, crying like a four-year-old. Whatever. Who needed the kid around anyway? Sierra rolled her eyes then made her way down the corridor. Halfway through, she drew in a deep sigh and again rolled her eyes. This time, though, it was directed toward her and not the girl. She'd have to go back. What if the girl ended up in Slytherin, and Sierra had made herself an early enemy. *sigh*
She turned on her heels and headed back, trying not to make eye contact with a soul. Sliding open the door to the compartment, she looked at the girl and said,
"It's really alright, you know..."