08-28-2017, 03:43 PM
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DMAC Occamy
Join Date: Mar 2007 Location: Disneyland
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Hogwarts RPG Name: Dezi Willard Fifth Year x2
| Mrs. Alex Turner *asterisks user* Secret Door Quote:
Originally Posted by lazykitty Carrying what would be described as a 'carry on' if this were a plane, Ronan made his way down the, for now anyway, empty corridor trying to chose a compartment. He obviously didn't want to be too close to the luggage cart, for noise reasons nor did he want to be in the front cars, again for noise reasons (did Skylar Diggory really have to yell like that?).
He finally settled for one in the middle of the back cars, where the cool kids would converge. And of course, he was the coolest of the cool, so it made perfect sense. Now to settle in and wait for more of the cool kids join him. #Partypeople Whether or not this was the cool place to be, Daisy didn't know and, frankly, she didn't care either. Never one to worry about such things (she was a Quidditch player, and that gave her enough 'cool' status to navigate her teenage years without concerning herself with it), it definitely wasn't at the forefront of her mind as she made her way down the train, effectively leaving the worst summer of her life behind.
And ready to face her last year at Hogwarts.
It would also be a terrible year, she knew that.
Honestly, why did she need to go back to Hogwarts when all she wanted to do was play Quidditch? There wasn't even any Quidditch at Hogwarts, there was nothing waiting for her at that school. The whole thing was a waste of time but, apparently, she was required to attend school for one more year even if her parents weren't required to be honest with her.
Turns out, the adult excuse didn't work on seventeen year olds.
Focused as she was in her own inner monologue, she failed to notice that the compartment she had walked into was already occupied. In fact, she failed to notice the other presence in the room as she slammed the door shut behind her, dropped her bag on the seat and proceeded to remove her light jumper (the first of three layers of clothing, because English summer would never change), ready to get into her uniform. Might as well get it over with, right? |
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