SPOILER!!: Monty
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MeredithRodneyMckay Monty stood in line at the food trolley, peering around the arm of the very tall tall boy in front of him and fiddling with the ruffled cuff of his shirt.
His mother had made him wear his robes over the top of his first choice outfit minus the cane and make up, because she was worried people would make fun of him for it. He couldn't see why. Who didn't love a ruffled shirt, frock coat and waistcoat etc? Anyone who hated them was obviously wrong. In Monty's opinion anyway.
He was also of the opinion that covering it up was a travesty. At least he thought it was a travesty. He wasn't entirely sure what the word meant, but he'd heard his mother use it before when she was talking about something bad. Either way, he'd have preferred to be able to walk among his fellow students the way he wanted. Until it was absolutely necessary anyway.
But he'd promised. And his mother always said she'd know if he broke his promises. He didn't know how she would - it wasn't as if he had any friends to tell on him yet - but he wasn't going to risk it. She had after all let him pack all his favourite outfits for the coming term. To wear under his robes. Sigh.
With all these other people around, though, he was starting to feel a little hot. And the lace was itching on his arms. And his tights were starting to sag around his ankle. And he was so hungry he could have eaten a Hippogriff. When was the food lady going to get a move on?
Cris was happy to be standing in line waiting to give his order. He was here with Jasmine and already he was making more new friends. He smiled down at Lucy before sticking his head out of the line to see how much closer he was to the Food Trolley.
He glanced around to check on how the long the line was forming behind him when he looked down and saw a young boy standing behind him. The boy's face was and he looked like he was hot, but Cris couldn't understand why. Some of the windows of the train in this compartment had been pulled down to let the cool air enter.
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Hi there. Are you alright? You look like you're hot....I mean you look like you're hot under your robes. Are you feeling hot? Would you like more air?" Cris offered as he reached up to the nearest window and began pushing it up.
He had the window almost all the way up, when his fingers slipped and the window came crashing down.
BANG!!.
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Sorry everyone. My fingers slipped. Let's try this again, shall we?" he grinned at the younger boy before hoisting up the window again.
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There you go. Do you feel a little better?" he peered down at the boy.