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Lottiepot · 12-27-2011, 10:39 PM

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Originally Posted by noodles

This was totally mental. Bradley Ackerly had gone to Tom's primary school. He had known him pretty well back then, until he moved. Left the estate for a better life. Lucky sod. ..But.. why the hell would he be on Platform 9 and 3 quarters? This was a place for magical people, not muggles.

Thomas's eyes narrowed a tiny bit and he pursed his lips. Had he seen anything strange? Or happened to have noticed the BLOODY GREAT STEAM TRAIN!? D: The question Tom wanted to ask was, 'did you blaady follah me?' But that would just rouse suspicion.

“You sure 'bou' that'?” The lad asked. “You.. sure you ain' on the wrong platform?”

Clearly he was..

Thomas was unsure how to answer the question that was directed back at him. He paused for a minute and thought. “..Same.” He replied. “Some poncy private school for gifted kids.” He said, trying to make his story sound more believable. Because... it wasn't impossible to believe that Thomas was gifted, right?

“For me drawin' an' art an' tha'.” He added quickly. Bradley must surely remember how behind Tom was in most of his classes at school. A scholarship for academic reasons was completely out of the question.

Bradley couldn't help but stare slightly confused at his old mate as he was given a look that made him feel like he shouldn't be there. This was where he had been informed to go on that letter. He had all his stuff in his suitcase and the bald cat sat below his feet, staring intently up at Tom before yawning and falling back asleep.

The question was running through his mind too and if it wasn't for the fact he had seen him with his mum and sister and that he seemed to know fairly confidentially where he was going, he wouldn't assumed that he was on the right platform.

"Me ticket says this is where I should be" the fourteen year old produced the slightly torn ticket from his jacket pocket and showed it to his childhood friend. "So yeah, I'm sure I'm in the right place." Now the question was whether this train only went to one place or if there were plenty of stops on the way.

"Yeah. That's where I'm goin' too. Some private school called Hogwarts up North somewhere" He wasn't exactly sure where it was. "For kids with.." With what? Magical talents. Something that other people didn't think was possible. "Gifts" he repeated what Tom had said. It had to be, they both had to be going to the same place.

"Is that where your goin'?" he asked cautiously. "On the train?" he asked rather stupidly considering they were on a platform. He watched some other students walk past excitedly, weren't any of these kids nervous?

12-27-2011, 10:39 PM	#239 (permalink)
Lottiepot Graphorn Join Date: Feb 2010 Location: winks Posts: 17,993 Hogwarts RPG Name: Elias Greenwood Slytherin Seventh Year x12 x6	HeadGirlMC \| Treddie & Trixiver <3 \| Copy Girl \| Katie's Ickle Minion \| I love YOU more Quote: Originally Posted by noodles This was totally mental. Bradley Ackerly had gone to Tom's primary school. He had known him pretty well back then, until he moved. Left the estate for a better life. Lucky sod. ..But.. why the hell would he be on Platform 9 and 3 quarters? This was a place for magical people, not muggles. Thomas's eyes narrowed a tiny bit and he pursed his lips. Had he seen anything strange? Or happened to have noticed the BLOODY GREAT STEAM TRAIN!? D: The question Tom wanted to ask was, 'did you blaady follah me?' But that would just rouse suspicion. “You sure 'bou' that'?” The lad asked. “You.. sure you ain' on the wrong platform?” Clearly he was.. Thomas was unsure how to answer the question that was directed back at him. He paused for a minute and thought. “..Same.” He replied. “Some poncy private school for gifted kids.” He said, trying to make his story sound more believable. Because... it wasn't impossible to believe that Thomas was gifted, right? “For me drawin' an' art an' tha'.” He added quickly. Bradley must surely remember how behind Tom was in most of his classes at school. A scholarship for academic reasons was completely out of the question. Bradley couldn't help but stare slightly confused at his old mate as he was given a look that made him feel like he shouldn't be there. This was where he had been informed to go on that letter. He had all his stuff in his suitcase and the bald cat sat below his feet, staring intently up at Tom before yawning and falling back asleep. The question was running through his mind too and if it wasn't for the fact he had seen him with his mum and sister and that he seemed to know fairly confidentially where he was going, he wouldn't assumed that he was on the right platform. "Me ticket says this is where I should be" the fourteen year old produced the slightly torn ticket from his jacket pocket and showed it to his childhood friend. "So yeah, I'm sure I'm in the right place." Now the question was whether this train only went to one place or if there were plenty of stops on the way. "Yeah. That's where I'm goin' too. Some private school called Hogwarts up North somewhere" He wasn't exactly sure where it was. "For kids with.." With what? Magical talents. Something that other people didn't think was possible. "Gifts" he repeated what Tom had said. It had to be, they both had to be going to the same place. "Is that where your goin'?" he asked cautiously. "On the train?" he asked rather stupidly considering they were on a platform. He watched some other students walk past excitedly, weren't any of these kids nervous? __________________