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"Move! Move! MOOOOOOVE!"
It felt like he was lightyears away from the food trolley. But there were no doubts that he had heard the voice of one of his favourite people: the trolley lady. His sudden departure from the compartment he and his pals had taken over and the sight of him bolting down the corridor, for this reason, was 100% justifiable. This was an emergency. He was one hungry growing boy. Without sustenance, he would surely die and have to haunt the train (which on second thought might be kinda cool, but today was not going to be the day he'd find out!).
But, of course, there were some weirdos standing along what should have been a clear stretch of corridor. Hence all the yelling and the pushing and the lack of apologies. One does not simply get in the way of Logan Paton and the sweets he so desperately craved at this point in their lengthy train ride.
Soon the rising second year ran out of steam, not that he minded as he could now see the end of the trolley line. He paused and took few moments to catch his breath so he did not look like he had just run practically the full length of the train (in reality, it was just from the end of the car) for sugary delights.
The blond then joined the queue and waited ... and waited ... and waited ... after 35 seconds of waiting, he peered over to the side in an effort to see what the holdup was. Unfortunately for one Atlas Flamsteed, Logan respecting personal boundaries was not in the cards today.
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