 More Mentions. Mom says I have no sense of direction, so I packed my bags and right.
Yikes
It had gotten to be a bit of a gathering at the Food Trolley now hadn't it? Mark inched forward toward the older girl and held his arms out to take hold of one of her kneazles. He had never held a kneazle before but it couldn't be any different than a cat.
"I'm not being weird." He retorted back to his sister. There was a line here. Xaria's vision was just terrible, she'd need glasses for sure. Trust him she'll know when he's being weird to make her life miserable at Hogwarts.
Then he smiled. "Yeah see, it's impossible to get lost in a line. Unless another line intersected with this one and I then found myself in that line." but that would mean it was another train...and uh. That wouldn't be a good thing. He hadn't really gotten lost that time they moved into the new place. He just ended up down the wrong hallway one time but managed to find his way back. "I'm in the back cars." He said to calm any nerves Xaria was forming. He could tell now she was actually showing some concern toward him even if it was out of fear of how their Mum would react to her loosing him. "I think I have my robes with me so you do..." Oh Chloe showed up, and Xar's attention was shifted toward her best friend. "Hi Chloe" Mark waved to her and then turned his attention back to the older girl with the kneazles.
Mark held his hands out once more to take one of her kneazles. "So you must use some expensive shampoos for them then, or some effective grooming technique you specialized?" He didn't want to assume, but that's why he asked. |