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Krel Ansell · 04-10-2021, 02:11 AM

Text Cut: Aurora

He was looking at his ticket and trying to find platform 8 when something collided with him. An unmanly "Ooofmpht," escaped him. His ticket fell to the ground along with the magazine he had been holding (Quidditch Times) and he instinctively reached out to steady the lady who had run into him. "Okay there?" he asked with a smile. Goodness, she smelled nice. Not that he was like, sniffing her or anything. No she just was a small island of lovely smells in the whirlwind of everything and one coming and going in the train station. And then he realized his hands were still on her shoulders. He pulled them back in a 'hands up' motion and then realized his ticket was in jeopardy of blowing away.

"Ope!" He dropped down just as the ticket decided to make a break for it. He reached for it and it moved again as if someone had it on an invisible string. He sorta duck-crawled after it, kicking the magazine and making the plays on the cover scatter for cover. If he lost it, he had no idea what he was going to do for the next two weeks.

04-10-2021, 02:11 AM	#4 (permalink)
Krel Ansell DMLE & DIMC Mooncalf Join Date: Jul 2003 Location: Drowning in files Posts: 7,071 x1	randomly tagged \| Norbert(a) \| The Wandmaker (tm) Text Cut: Aurora Quote: Originally Posted by Nordic Witch Kings cross. Aurora was not a fan of the busy train station and had never been. Too many stressed people in a small space always made her feel just a tad uncomfortable. After a week in St Mungos to recover from the curse she had sustained in the war she had been on the verge of ordering Carson to pick up her children from the train. Knowing the year of terror they had been through though Aurora had not asked her assistant to do it in the end, she had instead assigned him to run a handful of other errands for her which included getting a number of documents in indian translated. She needed to be here to meet her kids and hug them when the train came in. Unconsciously the middle-aged woman with blond hair and blue eyes, clad in a blue summery dress, raised a hand to touch her head where the horns had been, but weren’t anymore. Aurora shook her head with a sigh wondering how long the phantom pain of horns would haunt her as she looked up at the platform signs. Cursing when she realized that she had been going in the wrong direction Aurora swung her trolley around with force and next minute she felt herself knocking straight into something big and manly, before getting hit with something in the head which made her see butterflies. "Exscuze moi, oooooooooof!" she blurted out loudly. He was looking at his ticket and trying to find platform 8 when something collided with him. An unmanly "Ooofmpht," escaped him. His ticket fell to the ground along with the magazine he had been holding (Quidditch Times) and he instinctively reached out to steady the lady who had run into him. "Okay there?" he asked with a smile. Goodness, she smelled nice. Not that he was like, sniffing her or anything. No she just was a small island of lovely smells in the whirlwind of everything and one coming and going in the train station. And then he realized his hands were still on her shoulders. He pulled them back in a 'hands up' motion and then realized his ticket was in jeopardy of blowing away. "Ope!" He dropped down just as the ticket decided to make a break for it. He reached for it and it moved again as if someone had it on an invisible string. He sorta duck-crawled after it, kicking the magazine and making the plays on the cover scatter for cover. If he lost it, he had no idea what he was going to do for the next two weeks. __________________