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SilverTiger · 04-11-2014, 09:37 AM

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Originally Posted by Lottiepot

Terry wasn't sure how to feel about going home. On the one hand he was relieved and excited. He was looking forward to seeing his family, being in his own bed and with the pets, especially Amadeus. But then again, the Slytherin really enjoyed school and the prospects of not seeing his friends for a couple of months, some of them not for longer seeing as they were graduating was kind of disheartening. He was sure that visiting Diagon Alley on a couple of occasions over the holidays would result in chance meetings with a few of his friends but still the train ride home always seemed to be a sombre one.

The seventeen year old walked down the train, heading towards the back carriages as he attempted to find a seat. His eyes scanned each of the compartments looking for an empty one, or at least one that wasn't cram-packed with groups of friends where his presence would only be looked on as a little awkward. Upon settling on a completely empty compartment about 2 carriages from the very back, he slid open the door, closed it behind him and flopped onto the seat. He glanced out the window before tucking his knees up to his chest and resting his chin upon them. The position would be comfortable for a short while and it was the perfect contemplation pose.

He still had his ears trained on the door should anyone wish to join him. He did not mind after all, company was always welcomed.

Lily wasn’t honestly sure what she was feeling. She wasn’t graduating yet, so she didn’t feel sad that the term was over, but she did feel like she’d almost slacked off last term. Aside from the initial disbelief when people had started showing the evidence of aging, which had ended as soon as things had progressed beyond ingle grey hairs that she could have believed was just the other students’ imaginations, she felt like she’d just sort of been there. She’d enjoyed the term, but something had been missing. At least she had a whole other term to make up for it, but first came summer. Summer meant free time, although it also meant a whole month without her family, Austin or her friends back in California. She still didn’t know if Aunt Rhiannon was going to get married over the summer either, but then that could have caused issues with the whole being gone for a whole month. It’d get figured out, and she could always talk to them to make sure she could actually go to the wedding. Obviously it hadn’t been planned yet or she’d have known when it was.

Gavroche had been annoying, not wanting to stay in his cage as she’d tried leaving him with her luggage back in the luggage compartment, so the little owl was alternately flying ahead of her and coming back to perch on her head or shoulder as she roamed the corridor looking for a compartment. There was a chance she’d manage to find Astrid if she looked hard enough, unless her fellow musketeer hadn’t been hiding in her common room all term and had left school. Either that or she could find Austin, who seemed kind of down when they’d talked last, although not as much about his parents’ separation anymore. They’d find time to do stuff over the summer, but maybe talking on the train to figure out when would be nice. Either way, she wasn’t finding anyone. Not even any of her other friends, but as she’d gotten even further toward the back, she’d peered through the window in the door of one of the compartments she’d passed, calling her owl back softly as she saw a familiar figure inside. She hadn’t really talked to Terry much since the dance lesson, but that still counted as knowing him.

Sliding the door open, she poked her head in, rolling her eyes as her owl took off again, flying into the compartment and perching on the window. “Gavroche, you can’t go outside,” she said, before turning her attention back to the Slytherin all folded up on the seat. “You look lost in thought,” she observed, sliding into a seat across from him. Her owl wasn’t going anywhere, so she might as well get comfortable.

04-11-2014, 09:37 AM	#18 (permalink)
SilverTiger Crumple-Horned Snorkack Join Date: Dec 2007 Location: SoCal sighs(GMT-8) Posts: 111,200 Hogwarts RPG Name: Giselle Barrington Slytherin Seventh Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Teagan Kensington Slytherin Second Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Arienne Morgenstern Hufflepuff Fifth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Simone Wild Slytherin Third Year x5 x3	We'll claim ^_^ Shoe!Girl │ Rebel Ravie │ Confundus Queen │ RP Addict Quote: Originally Posted by Lottiepot Terry wasn't sure how to feel about going home. On the one hand he was relieved and excited. He was looking forward to seeing his family, being in his own bed and with the pets, especially Amadeus. But then again, the Slytherin really enjoyed school and the prospects of not seeing his friends for a couple of months, some of them not for longer seeing as they were graduating was kind of disheartening. He was sure that visiting Diagon Alley on a couple of occasions over the holidays would result in chance meetings with a few of his friends but still the train ride home always seemed to be a sombre one. The seventeen year old walked down the train, heading towards the back carriages as he attempted to find a seat. His eyes scanned each of the compartments looking for an empty one, or at least one that wasn't cram-packed with groups of friends where his presence would only be looked on as a little awkward. Upon settling on a completely empty compartment about 2 carriages from the very back, he slid open the door, closed it behind him and flopped onto the seat. He glanced out the window before tucking his knees up to his chest and resting his chin upon them. The position would be comfortable for a short while and it was the perfect contemplation pose. He still had his ears trained on the door should anyone wish to join him. He did not mind after all, company was always welcomed. Lily wasn’t honestly sure what she was feeling. She wasn’t graduating yet, so she didn’t feel sad that the term was over, but she did feel like she’d almost slacked off last term. Aside from the initial disbelief when people had started showing the evidence of aging, which had ended as soon as things had progressed beyond ingle grey hairs that she could have believed was just the other students’ imaginations, she felt like she’d just sort of been there. She’d enjoyed the term, but something had been missing. At least she had a whole other term to make up for it, but first came summer. Summer meant free time, although it also meant a whole month without her family, Austin or her friends back in California. She still didn’t know if Aunt Rhiannon was going to get married over the summer either, but then that could have caused issues with the whole being gone for a whole month. It’d get figured out, and she could always talk to them to make sure she could actually go to the wedding. Obviously it hadn’t been planned yet or she’d have known when it was. Gavroche had been annoying, not wanting to stay in his cage as she’d tried leaving him with her luggage back in the luggage compartment, so the little owl was alternately flying ahead of her and coming back to perch on her head or shoulder as she roamed the corridor looking for a compartment. There was a chance she’d manage to find Astrid if she looked hard enough, unless her fellow musketeer hadn’t been hiding in her common room all term and had left school. Either that or she could find Austin, who seemed kind of down when they’d talked last, although not as much about his parents’ separation anymore. They’d find time to do stuff over the summer, but maybe talking on the train to figure out when would be nice. Either way, she wasn’t finding anyone. Not even any of her other friends, but as she’d gotten even further toward the back, she’d peered through the window in the door of one of the compartments she’d passed, calling her owl back softly as she saw a familiar figure inside. She hadn’t really talked to Terry much since the dance lesson, but that still counted as knowing him. Sliding the door open, she poked her head in, rolling her eyes as her owl took off again, flying into the compartment and perching on the window. “Gavroche, you can’t go outside,” she said, before turning her attention back to the Slytherin all folded up on the seat. “You look lost in thought,” she observed, sliding into a seat across from him. Her owl wasn’t going anywhere, so she might as well get comfortable. __________________ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ It's me, hi, I'm the problem, it's me, at tea time, everybody agrees ...It must be exhausting, always rooting for the anti-hero ♥ ♥ ♥