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sweetpinkpixie · 04-28-2018, 01:18 PM

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Originally Posted by Cassirin

If Charlotte was to be believed, the train was dripping with cousins. That was small comfort to Chloe, who missed being the smallest and least noticed piece of a matched Kettleburn set... and was now the only piece left on the shelf. But cousins were a pretty good trade, and Chloe was on the lookout for any of them. For forced cuddles and one of the hundreds of snacks she had shoved into her bag.

She poked her head into one of the cars furthest back, spotting a younger boy. Hufflepuff, right? "Hi hi. I'm looking for someone or I'd stop to chat. I like your book. It makes you look like you're probably a really good secret ninja spy or something." Chloe twinkled at him a moment before closing the door and continuing down the passage.

The next car was empty, and Chloe had the brilliant thought that maybe... they could just come to her. Or Zita, or Derfy, or Simon? She'd wait here, and her people would find her.

It was THAT time of year again and, honestly, summer had gone by entirely TOO quickly for the Hufflepuff's liking. Which meant that it had been the good sort of busy, and there was a lot to look forward to...but there was also loads to be anxious about. And anxious was what the fifth year was as he did his best to avoid arriving at the prefect's compartment just yet, hands seemingly glued to his mop of blonde hair and ruffling it as he strolled about the corridor - and just in time to spot Chloe slipping into one of the compartments.

And then he was picking up his pace just a hair so he could catch the door to her compartment before it shut entirely. "Chloe, hey!" he chirped in greeting with a grin. "So...did you get one?!"

04-28-2018, 01:18 PM	#5 (permalink)
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