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TeafortheSoul · 08-11-2016, 10:41 PM

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Originally Posted by Harron Peasley

Watching people trying to cram things into their trunks, or sitting on them trying to close the lid was something Dalton was sure he would never understand. Squinting slightly in the sunlight, the sixteen year old was one of the first to drag his trunk to the Entrance Hall, one of the first to get on a coach, and therefore one of the first to jump on to the train.

Sliding the compartment door closed behind him, Dalt slung his bag over his head and slumped into the seat next to the window. The minimal British sunlight had him in a better mood than usual, allowing his thoughts to stray to his summer plans. Thinking of Charlotte's smile when he'd agreed to go away with her was almost enough to squash any doubts he had, and he made a mental note to find the Gryffindor when the train was a little more settled.

Char wasn't looking for anyone in particular exactly, just anyone in general. Or you know, anyone who was a friend of hers which was a lot of people so might as well just be called anyone. She tended not to stick in one place for the train journey, flitting about in her excitement and nattering on with whoever happened to catch her interest.

It just so happened that Dalton Fletcher was very much in her interest. Very catching. Very caught.

She spied him as she was prancing past that particular compartment, backtracked, and APPEARED in the doorway with a huge smile.

"Dalton!" And she obviously invited herself in. This wasn't something he would likely have any surprise about. Charlotte flopped down on the seat across from him, then abruptly changed her mind, got up, and sat next to him instead. "Hi!"

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TeafortheSoul Formerly: Tegz Demiguise Join Date: May 2008 Location: Hobbiton Posts: 24,243 Hogwarts RPG Name: ??? Ravenclaw Hogwarts RPG Name: Ronnie Thurkell Gryffindor Seventh Year x12 x12	lives in a hobbit hole \|\| Ern and Touz's Nuzzle \|\| roflysst \|\| looking at a seed packet Quote: Originally Posted by Harron Peasley Watching people trying to cram things into their trunks, or sitting on them trying to close the lid was something Dalton was sure he would never understand. Squinting slightly in the sunlight, the sixteen year old was one of the first to drag his trunk to the Entrance Hall, one of the first to get on a coach, and therefore one of the first to jump on to the train. Sliding the compartment door closed behind him, Dalt slung his bag over his head and slumped into the seat next to the window. The minimal British sunlight had him in a better mood than usual, allowing his thoughts to stray to his summer plans. Thinking of Charlotte's smile when he'd agreed to go away with her was almost enough to squash any doubts he had, and he made a mental note to find the Gryffindor when the train was a little more settled. Char wasn't looking for anyone in particular exactly, just anyone in general. Or you know, anyone who was a friend of hers which was a lot of people so might as well just be called anyone. She tended not to stick in one place for the train journey, flitting about in her excitement and nattering on with whoever happened to catch her interest. It just so happened that Dalton Fletcher was very much in her interest. Very catching. Very caught. She spied him as she was prancing past that particular compartment, backtracked, and APPEARED in the doorway with a huge smile. "Dalton!" And she obviously invited herself in. This wasn't something he would likely have any surprise about. Charlotte flopped down on the seat across from him, then abruptly changed her mind, got up, and sat next to him instead. "Hi!" __________________ love is like a letter wrote :: and life is like an envelope be careful who you give it to :: they might not give it back to you