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TakemetotheBurrow · 12-30-2016, 03:55 PM

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Originally Posted by Felixir

Abey was positively MISERABLE. Which was so so so confusing because actually he was also excited TOO, but the reality of leaving his home and his mama behind until the next set of holidays had been almost too much to bear. Oh, there had been a lot of crying and clinging and fretful sobbing on the platform - neither of his siblings had escaped any of that either actually - and Abey had even hinted at them taking him right back home again, and skipping Hogwarts altogether.

But of COURSE he wouldn't actually do that actually, even though he had really really really actually wanted to for just a moment actually. It had been the fear talking, apparently, because actually Abey really really did want to go to Hogwarts just like everyone else in his family. None of them had been so scared that they had to stay home.

After some encouragement... here he was. On the train. On the Hogwarts Express. Abey had DREAMT about this day actually. Lots and lots of times all through his life. Actually being here was so strange that Abey almost felt like it wasn't happening at all. He had followed Junia through the train, lugging Squigs' cat carrier along with him ~~and accidentally bashing it against the walls every now and then because really it was quite narrow through here actually~~, until she found them a compartment.

"Okay," Abey replied, following his cousin into the compartment and sniffling just a little bit. The majority of the crying was all done and over with, leaving only red eyes, the sniffles, and a mild headache in its wake. And the occasional lip wibble, that too. He followed suit, taking a seat and letting his own cat out of its carrier. "I like that idea," Abey agreed, nodding. "Thank you, Junia." It sounded like the perfect distraction. He wiped at his eyes with the back of his hand, determined to let no more tears fall today, not after that entire, um... scene.

Watching Mr. Squiggles approach Prince Charlie, Abey's thoughts turned to his trunk, safely stowed away in the luggage compartment. Or, more importantly, they turned to ~~who~~ what was inside.

He chewed at his lip. It... would probably be a good idea if he went to go retrieve the, uhhh... precious cargo... sooner, rather than later.

Cue absolutely definitely totally actually innocent haven't-done-anything-wrong-honest-I-haven't voice. "Um... Juni..."

Junia knew that tone all too well, she did. Eyebrows raised, the brunette looked to make sure no one was around to barge in, interrupting the confession that would surely take place, and then returned her gaze to her little cousin. "What did you do and who do I have to make sure doesn't find out about it?" Because while she didn't agree with all the decisions Abey made, she was obviously going to support them and protect him. That's what you did when you were a Botros. It just was.

"Go on, spill."

12-30-2016, 03:55 PM	#16 (permalink)
TakemetotheBurrow Grindylow Join Date: Dec 2011 Location: Boston Posts: 14,485 Hogwarts RPG Name: Everleigh Evans Ravenclaw Fifth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Luca Benetti Hufflepuff Graduated x12 x7	elephant-astic•wanderlust•stay in the ninedaaays the original Taco Belle•look at the flowers✿ Quote: Originally Posted by Felixir Abey was positively MISERABLE. Which was so so so confusing because actually he was also excited TOO, but the reality of leaving his home and his mama behind until the next set of holidays had been almost too much to bear. Oh, there had been a lot of crying and clinging and fretful sobbing on the platform - neither of his siblings had escaped any of that either actually - and Abey had even hinted at them taking him right back home again, and skipping Hogwarts altogether. But of COURSE he wouldn't actually do that actually, even though he had really really really actually wanted to for just a moment actually. It had been the fear talking, apparently, because actually Abey really really did want to go to Hogwarts just like everyone else in his family. None of them had been so scared that they had to stay home. After some encouragement... here he was. On the train. On the Hogwarts Express. Abey had DREAMT about this day actually. Lots and lots of times all through his life. Actually being here was so strange that Abey almost felt like it wasn't happening at all. He had followed Junia through the train, lugging Squigs' cat carrier along with him ~~and accidentally bashing it against the walls every now and then because really it was quite narrow through here actually~~, until she found them a compartment. "Okay," Abey replied, following his cousin into the compartment and sniffling just a little bit. The majority of the crying was all done and over with, leaving only red eyes, the sniffles, and a mild headache in its wake. And the occasional lip wibble, that too. He followed suit, taking a seat and letting his own cat out of its carrier. "I like that idea," Abey agreed, nodding. "Thank you, Junia." It sounded like the perfect distraction. He wiped at his eyes with the back of his hand, determined to let no more tears fall today, not after that entire, um... scene. Watching Mr. Squiggles approach Prince Charlie, Abey's thoughts turned to his trunk, safely stowed away in the luggage compartment. Or, more importantly, they turned to ~~who~~ what was inside. He chewed at his lip. It... would probably be a good idea if he went to go retrieve the, uhhh... precious cargo... sooner, rather than later. Cue absolutely definitely totally actually innocent haven't-done-anything-wrong-honest-I-haven't voice. "Um... Juni..." Junia knew that tone all too well, she did. Eyebrows raised, the brunette looked to make sure no one was around to barge in, interrupting the confession that would surely take place, and then returned her gaze to her little cousin. *"What* did you do and who do I have to make sure doesn't find out about it?" Because while she didn't agree with all the decisions Abey made, she was obviously going to support them and protect him. That's what you did when you were a Botros. It just was. "Go on, spill."** __________________