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OtterySt.Catchpole · 12-19-2006, 07:58 PM

A train, a cat, and the rain

It was raining, which Ottery would have thought fitting for the first day back to school. It had been steadily raining since the day he had been laid to rest on that sad little hill under the tree overlooking his plantation home of Tara just outside of Ottery St. Catchpole the village.

It was as he would have wanted it, just like the fights at his funeral. You don’t live to be near a hundred and not make a lot of enemies, some of them lining up to spit on your grave, others to make sure you really were gone, and not a few there to actually pay their respects, though surprisingly less than the ones who wanted to spit on your grave.

Ron was looking out of the window of the train as the rain came down. A moment alone to think on everything that had happened that sad summer. He had spent so much time with Hermione and Harry who did not want to be alone, and by turns they were always wanting to talk about it. The killer had of course escaped, though the search was still on for Lord Archer Armstrong, Ottery’s old enemy. Ron had gone ahead to find a compartment he had said and in all the shuffle before they could object, he had run in and found a empty compartment, pulled the curtain down, locked it and sat down alone.

“Something is clearly troubling you young man,” a familiar voice asked.

Ron turned expecting to find the smiling mischievous face of his old dark haired friend Ottery but instead sitting in the opposite corner staring at him was a black cat. He turned away.

“What, so sure are you that cats can’t talk?” He asked. Ron turned to find the feline sitting there staring at him. “The name’s Casper before you get any ideas ... and yes he really is dead. Didn’t you see the bear?” He asked knowingly.

“You can read my mind or something?” Ron asked incredulously. Just what he needed, to find that he was going mental. You weren’t supposed to hear cats talking and worse you weren’t supposed to reply to them.

“Wouldn’t you like to know? Oh we’re going to have a fun term this year,” the cat said laughing heartily, though to Ron Casper looked as if he were merely mewing.

Just then the compartment door opened to let Hermione, Harry and Ginny in, and in the hustle the cat had jumped down and made his getaway.

“Hey wait,” Ron said. “I locked the door,” he whispered.

“Nice of you to wait for us Ron,” Hermione said acidly. Obviously going back to school was making it easier for her to go back to her bossy, nagging ways.

“I don’t want to go to school,” Ginny said without much conviction, with that said she walked out. She had walked in to sit down and then stepped out.

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OtterySt.Catchpole SS Featured Artist DA Poet Rupert is My Man! SS100 Triumphant Aethonan Join Date: Jul 2004 Location: The Wicked House Posts: 18,909 Hogwarts RPG Name: Ottery St. Catchpole Gryffindor Third Year	Featuring EmoRon Paris & Kellybear r luv :Read Otty 's fics:Gone With the Wind:I♥Rupert A train, a cat, and the rain It was raining, which Ottery would have thought fitting for the first day back to school. It had been steadily raining since the day he had been laid to rest on that sad little hill under the tree overlooking his plantation home of Tara just outside of Ottery St. Catchpole the village. It was as he would have wanted it, just like the fights at his funeral. You don’t live to be near a hundred and not make a lot of enemies, some of them lining up to spit on your grave, others to make sure you really were gone, and not a few there to actually pay their respects, though surprisingly less than the ones who wanted to spit on your grave. Ron was looking out of the window of the train as the rain came down. A moment alone to think on everything that had happened that sad summer. He had spent so much time with Hermione and Harry who did not want to be alone, and by turns they were always wanting to talk about it. The killer had of course escaped, though the search was still on for Lord Archer Armstrong, Ottery’s old enemy. Ron had gone ahead to find a compartment he had said and in all the shuffle before they could object, he had run in and found a empty compartment, pulled the curtain down, locked it and sat down alone. “Something is clearly troubling you young man,” a familiar voice asked. Ron turned expecting to find the smiling mischievous face of his old dark haired friend Ottery but instead sitting in the opposite corner staring at him was a black cat. He turned away. “What, so sure are you that cats can’t talk?” He asked. Ron turned to find the feline sitting there staring at him. “The name’s Casper before you get any ideas ... and yes he really is dead. Didn’t you see the bear?” He asked knowingly. “You can read my mind or something?” Ron asked incredulously. Just what he needed, to find that he was going mental. You weren’t supposed to hear cats talking and worse you weren’t supposed to reply to them. “Wouldn’t you like to know? Oh we’re going to have a fun term this year,” the cat said laughing heartily, though to Ron Casper looked as if he were merely mewing. Just then the compartment door opened to let Hermione, Harry and Ginny in, and in the hustle the cat had jumped down and made his getaway. “Hey wait,” Ron said. “I locked the door,” he whispered. “Nice of you to wait for us Ron,” Hermione said acidly. Obviously going back to school was making it easier for her to go back to her bossy, nagging ways. “I don’t want to go to school,” Ginny said without much conviction, with that said she walked out. She had walked in to sit down and then stepped out. __________________