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itsjustjesse · 04-28-2017, 06:47 AM

The compartments were filling up quickly – that was always the problem with the Hogwarts Express. It always seemed to fill so fast like a sink with a leaky faucet; still everyone it seemed loved to sit further back on the train like that would lengthen the trip and keep summer with them just a little bit longer. Finding a compartment that seemed to be empty was the hardest part of the trip. Still, there she was standing in a compartment that looked devoid of life until she set foot into it.

Where should I sit? she wondered as she raked her fingers through her still tangled hair. This time, this time she’d ask someone for help braiding her hair as she didn’t want to end up looking like the bride of Frankenstein on the first day back from summer break.

Pulling a blanket and a little squishy pillow from her bag the Gryffindor began to curl up against the window. ”I’m so nervous,” she muttered the words to the small pygmy puff that sat nestled in the ruins of her braided hair.

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itsjustjesse Fwooper Join Date: Dec 2002 Location: the void Posts: 21,838 Hogwarts RPG Name: Amelia Yarborough Hufflepuff Seventh Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Emerald Peridot "Dot" Ainsley Gryffindor Seventh Year x10	:d HOLISTIC ACTRESS {X O} EVERYTHING IS CONNECTED The compartments were filling up quickly – that was always the problem with the Hogwarts Express. It always seemed to fill so fast like a sink with a leaky faucet; still everyone it seemed loved to sit further back on the train like that would lengthen the trip and keep summer with them just a little bit longer. Finding a compartment that seemed to be empty was the hardest part of the trip. Still, there she was standing in a compartment that looked devoid of life until she set foot into it. Where should I sit? she wondered as she raked her fingers through her still tangled hair. This time, this time she’d ask someone for help braiding her hair as she didn’t want to end up looking like the bride of Frankenstein on the first day back from summer break. Pulling a blanket and a little squishy pillow from her bag the Gryffindor began to curl up against the window. ”I’m so nervous,” she muttered the words to the small pygmy puff that sat nestled in the ruins of her braided hair. __________________ IT'S NOT AN ACT OF LOVE __________________________________________________ ___________ ____________ IF YOU MAKE HER ____________