04-27-2020, 01:54 PM
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Hogwarts RPG Name: Mona Deandra Hellmann Gryffindor First Year x5 x6
| ¼ of the Sisterhood of the Traveling Pls SPOILER!!: AlwaysSnapesGirl Quote:
Originally Posted by AlwaysSnapesGirl She was on the Hogwarts Express and officially going to Hogwarts!!
It was actually a bit surreal. It seemed like she'd been waiting forever for this to happen, where she could actually start learning magic. And also finding out what house she would be in!
Ivy knew Mum was hoping for Gryffindor, and Dad was probably hoping for Slytherin, but she was also pretty sure they'd be okay with any of them. All of them sounded pretty interesting to her anyway, especially the common rooms. She could be in one of the towers or on the same floor as the kitchens or in the dungeons! Which might've sounded scary to some, but she thought it would be cool. Especially with the view under the lake! Imagine all the creatures she'd get to see!
So maybe she was feeling just a little partial to Slytherin, just for the common room. But ultimately she had no preferences in this area. She just wanted to know what she'd be!
But there was still a whole train ride to get to, and so she needed to find a seat. Which was also a hard decision. Did she want to be towards the front or the back or somewhere in the middle? Probably didn't matter in the long run really.
She'd gotten on the train somewhere towards the back, and so far most of the compartments she passed had been pretty full. And none of them were anyone she actually knew. Maybe they were all towards the front?
Oh wait! Here was an empty -- er, no, not completely empty. There was a boy in there. But...maybe this was a good opportunity to meet new people? Yeah, probably!
Smiling, Ivy opened the door. "Hey, do you mind if I sit here with you?" Michael wanted to read Hogwarts: A History, but it was also his first time on England soil, so he wanted to enjoy the scenery too. But sleeping was also a very, very good option. He yawned. Why weren't there... 3 of him right now? One could sleep, one could view the scenery, and one could read. He sighed. The weight of decision was too much on his shoulders...
Well, he didn't have to think for too long. Soon, the door opened and a girl was standing.
He didn't answer right away, but studied her face. She looked like his age. But maybe she was 12, who knew? He was going to know it, now. "How old are you?" he asked directly in his thick Northern Irish accent, as if only a certain people could be admitted to his compartment. |
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