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fire_faerie Boarding the train had been fun. Watching it leave the platform had been awesome. The five minutes of staring out the windows as they sped out of the city and into the countryside had been absolutely fascinating, but now Benzi was officially bored again.
Mummy had never mentioned how BORING a train ride was. Why couldn't they all just app- plap- er, papparate there?!
Hands stuffed in his pockets, the eleven year old wandered aimlessly down the corridor, staring into compartments when he suddenly realised what everyone had in common - sugar.
THAT MEANT THERE HAD TO BE A PLACE TO BUY SWEETS.
Eyes wide, Benzi quickly found a couple of sickles in his pocket and raced down the train, ALMOST but not quite running into someone standing in front of-
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"WHOOAAAAAA." Benzi's mouth fell open as he stared at the MOUNTAIN of sugar on display. "BEST. TRAIN. EVERRRRRR!!" he exclaimed, standing on his tippy-toes to try and see over the boy who was standing in his way, his mouth right by the guy's ear.
Then there was some
thing intruding his prey-predator act.
And that some
thing yelled RIGHT into his EAR. Forrest jumped slightly backwards, touched
it and stomped on a part of it. He almost lost his balance but didn't fall. Good thing the trolley was there to hold onto. He turned to glare, but found himself staring at a boy around his age.
Wellll... that didn't make glaring easy. Especially now that he was aware he'd stepped on his
foot.
He was STILL annoyed with him however, so he wasn't going to apologise anytime soon. Yeah.
The boy had to apologise first. Who creeped up on busy people like that anyway?
Anyways. SWEETS. He didn't realise his muggle jelly slugs had fallen off his pocket in the commotion, and just closed the short space between him and the trolley. The woman was getting impatient either, because they were blocking her way. He didn't even bother to address the boy, and just went on examining the contents of the trolley. He was somewhat accustomed to wizard sweets, but he wasn't that pro to pick one quickly. He eyed the boy. He was inclined to forgive him if he decided to help.
Maybe.