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Chelliephone 
If Evan Nam had learned anything his seventh year, it was the art of procrastination. So much so, that he still had not determined if he was heading home when the train rolled into the station or not. His parents would be there to pick up his sister, and his Appa had sent multiple letters asking his plan and if they could do something together that night and yet, he'd never replied. Replying would have meant he had a plan in the first place, which while he generally did.. he was now flying by the seat of his pants.
Which best news for him, was that there was still time to procrastinate before he made his decision. Maybe he could figure it out on the spot when they arrived at the platform. Perhaps that's what he would have to do anyways.
Settling into a compartment at the back of the train, optimal procrastination zone, the former Ravenclaw looked out the window and stretch his long legs out onto the seat in front of him. Normally he'd read for the trip until someone happened along but ... He'd have plenty of time for that later.
What an odd concept.
The term was finally over. Oddly enough, the school year went by at a fast pace despite her excitement for summer. That would be an understatement. She was ecstatic! This summer she and Jasper were going to be reunited on the pitch. Yes, they were finally back on the same team. It was both exciting and it weighed on her shoulders. Being a quidditch legacy came with its ups and downs. The latter being that generation after generation in her family always passed through the Scottish quidditch team and then on to play for the Falmouth Falcons. It was a Baltazar tradition. And here she was, Serena, daughter of the Falmouth Falcons coach, granddaughter of the former owner, great-granddaughter of flying legends, breaking tradition. She was the first one to transfer to England’s U17, and for her future, her mind was still not set on the Falcons.
She’s already broken more than one tradition. Carving her own path didn’t feel like a bad thing, though.
With that on her mind, she wandered to the back of the train. Her cousins had gathered at the front, and while she was glad they all survived, a little alone time was necessary. She came to a stop when she noticed a Nam. It wasn’t the girl she had forever had a crush on, but her brother.
“Knock, knock,” she said, announcing her presence.
“Congrats on surviving Hogwarts.”