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SilverTiger · 12-10-2018, 09:28 AM

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Originally Posted by PhoenixRising

Alex had insisted on arriving early to station to await the arrival of the Scarlet Train, where it felt like only yesterday he was here watching it depart. How had Carsyn and Carys survived their first year? Did they make friends? Did they meet people from Woboldos? All he knew was that they had been separated by the sorting hat and the details him and Rhiannon had been receiving over the past ten months seemed vague. At Christmas, they had seemed to be in good physical condition but they surprisingly hadn't said much ... What was up with Hogwarts, who knew? But it was always a second home and he wouldn't have it any other way then sending their girls to Scotland.

He glanced around the station, while he waited, eventually taking a seat on a nearby bench. Hopefully it wouldn't be too much longer.

She had never realized what it was like having the girls away from home for so long. It had been an odd feeling, especially coupled with the reminders that her own parents hadn’t been there to miss her. Those memories had been hitting Rhiannon more as of late, and the twins’ visit back home for the holidays hadn’t exactly made her feel much better. Physically, they had looked perfectly fine. Amazing, even, considering she’d known Carys had dealt with the disappointment of not being selected for the Quidditch team. It was the fact there hadn’t been many letters after that one that had made her feel like her daughters weren’t entirely okay with whatever was happening in Scotland.

She had gone to her gallery the morning of the day the train was returning, having a painting she needed to finish in time to be sent to the buyer. Therefore, it had been some time after she knew Alex had arrived when she’d ran into the station, expecting to find that she was late. It wouldn’t have surprised her, given she often lost track of time while she was in her studio. But it appeared she wasn’t.

“They aren’t here yet?,” she asked softly, taking the seat next to him.

12-10-2018, 09:28 AM	#3 (permalink)
SilverTiger Crumple-Horned Snorkack Join Date: Dec 2007 Location: SoCal sighs(GMT-8) Posts: 111,193 Hogwarts RPG Name: Giselle Barrington Slytherin Seventh Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Teagan Kensington Slytherin Second Year Gryffindor First Year Gryffindor First Year Gryffindor First Year x5 x3	Shoe!Girl │ Rebel Ravie │ Confundus Queen │ RP Addict Quote: Originally Posted by PhoenixRising Alex had insisted on arriving early to station to await the arrival of the Scarlet Train, where it felt like only yesterday he was here watching it depart. How had Carsyn and Carys survived their first year? Did they make friends? Did they meet people from Woboldos? All he knew was that they had been separated by the sorting hat and the details him and Rhiannon had been receiving over the past ten months seemed vague. At Christmas, they had seemed to be in good physical condition but they surprisingly hadn't said much ... What was up with Hogwarts, who knew? But it was always a second home and he wouldn't have it any other way then sending their girls to Scotland. He glanced around the station, while he waited, eventually taking a seat on a nearby bench. Hopefully it wouldn't be too much longer. She had never realized what it was like having the girls away from home for so long. It had been an odd feeling, especially coupled with the reminders that her own parents hadn’t been there to miss her. Those memories had been hitting Rhiannon more as of late, and the twins’ visit back home for the holidays hadn’t exactly made her feel much better. Physically, they had looked perfectly fine. Amazing, even, considering she’d known Carys had dealt with the disappointment of not being selected for the Quidditch team. It was the fact there hadn’t been many letters after that one that had made her feel like her daughters weren’t entirely okay with whatever was happening in Scotland. She had gone to her gallery the morning of the day the train was returning, having a painting she needed to finish in time to be sent to the buyer. Therefore, it had been some time after she knew Alex had arrived when she’d ran into the station, expecting to find that she was late. It wouldn’t have surprised her, given she often lost track of time while she was in her studio. But it appeared she wasn’t. “They aren’t here yet?,” she asked softly, taking the seat next to him. __________________ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ It's me, hi, I'm the problem, it's me, at tea time, everybody agrees ...It must be exhausting, always rooting for the anti-hero ♥ ♥ ♥