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Angie · 01-18-2009, 03:05 AM

It was rather expected, to say the truth, that after some time of being inside the train, Willow would begin to worry for the whereabouts of her little brother, for in contrary of what the ninety-five percent of the Hogwarts population thought, she indeed owned a heart like the rest of the human beings. Besides, this was her brother; Noah –just like her-- was not like the rest of the children. Children that were loud creatures that often seemed to be dripping some sort of goo. Not to mention the not-so-pleasant smell that they possessed occasionally. Thankfully, though, Noah was not like that. But then, he was her brother, after all.

… But that meant little. It was not like her older siblings were the most civilized human beings ever—more like the opposite actually, for they usually behaved like apes. Sometimes Willow wondered if the reason why they were so… masculine –because she truly could not think of another word—was because they’d been the trials –so to speak-- of their parents. Like that little thing people said, ‘trial and error.’ Naturally, they had been sort of errors (personality wise, that is) errors, whilst Noah and herself were not.

Shaking her head at her own thoughts and thinking that there was nothing she could do about her brothers’ erratic behaviour, the fifteen year old continued to walk down the corridor of the Hogwarts Express, looking for the dark curly hair of Noah. Of course she was fully aware how ridiculous and what a failure her little mission would become given the fact that Noah was not by any means the tallest eleven-year-old boy inside the train, but she just had to try all the same. It was her brother, after all. What if he fell down and broke his nose? What if some bully –and she could think of a few—begin to pick on him? What if for some strange reason he ended up falling out the window of his compartment, and thus dying once he hit the ground outside? What if someone touched his hair?

Her father would most certainly assassin her if this ended up happening. A delicate shudder escaped from her.

Finding Noah was the most important thing to do right now.

… Or not.

Upon hearing the sound of an extremely familiar voice coming from one of the compartments that were located just a few paces ahead of her, and then a mass of equally familiar thick curly brown hair, Willow soon found herself following both the voice and the brown haired –and taller, too, she’d just noticed—female.

And so she continued to walk… Until she bumped into something.

Clumsy-ness did not come naturally to her. In fact, it was a very rare thing in the girl, but whenever she became distracted with something or someone, the coordination she possessed simply decide to leave her body. Like now, of course.

Looking down to see what had made her collide, one of Willow’s dark eyebrows jerked up as soon as she realized that she had not bumped into something, but into someone. And that it was a girl she’d never seen before.

Standing in the middle of the corridor is not a very smart thing to do—more like the opposite, to be honest. This train is full of compartments, so go and look for one before you cause yet another accident.

Those were the words she was aching to utter. But the badge on her chest was feeling oddly heavy as soon as the thought ran through her head. So instead of snapping that to the obviously younger girl, Willow forced the muscles on her face to curl into a very tight smile that even though was polite, did not reach her eyes. “You might want to watch where you are going next time. Be a little more careful.” Trust Willow to blame anyone but herself for her lack of coordination.

Giving the girl a curt nod after realizing that she’d reached the compartment, the not-so-tall brunette stepped around her in order to get a clear view of the packed little room.

Issy, Hugo, Nature-Freak who was supposed to be in Africa and some really short girl she didn’t know, and that was, by the way, blocking her way. For some reason, this was not what the fifth year had been expecting. And judging by the hug –cringe—Juniper was giving Issy, it was fairly obvious that this was the first time they’d seen each since that day where the two of them had cried water works. Unless Juniper Goodwin was the overly-emotional type; She really hoped not, and she also very much hoped not to see tears again. It wasn’t like she would be able to cringe away from those scary substances in such a packed little place that the compartment currently was.

“Issy, Juniper,” greeted Willow, forgetting that Issy was not the girl’s real name, and that she did not like nicknames. Besides, it wasn’t like the two of them would be able to hear her; Juniper seemed to be rather busy with her arms wrapped around the girl and whatnot, and it was rather possible that Issy would not be able to hear her, which Willow would completely understand. Sort of. “Hey, Hugo,” said Willow, a small friendly smile dancing upon her rosy lips. And then she looked at the giant that Terry Saunders was. “Terry,” She stated with a polite nod, before settling down in the seat across the two boys.

And then Willow turned to look at the short girl with curly hair (Vannie) still standing in the entrance of the compartment, before commenting lightly, “Are you going to come in or is it standing in the entrance of the compartment a more comfortable thing to do?” Surely not.

01-18-2009, 03:05 AM	#192 (permalink)
Angie DoM Veela Join Date: Sep 2007 Location: Themyscira Posts: 37,610 Hogwarts RPG Name: Nerissa M. Tate Sixth Year x8	Josey, Amy, Rachie, Sammy, Cristy & Ashlie. <3333 Wowza! It was rather expected, to say the truth, that after some time of being inside the train, Willow would begin to worry for the whereabouts of her little brother, for in contrary of what the ninety-five percent of the Hogwarts population thought, she indeed owned a heart like the rest of the human beings. Besides, this was her brother; Noah –just like her-- was not like the rest of the children. Children that were loud creatures that often seemed to be dripping some sort of goo. Not to mention the not-so-pleasant smell that they possessed occasionally. Thankfully, though, Noah was not like that. But then, he was her brother, after all. … But that meant little. It was not like her older siblings were the most civilized human beings ever—more like the opposite actually, for they usually behaved like apes. Sometimes Willow wondered if the reason why they were so… masculine –because she truly could not think of another word—was because they’d been the trials –so to speak-- of their parents. Like that little thing people said, ‘trial and error.’ Naturally, they had been sort of errors (personality wise, that is) errors, whilst Noah and herself were not. Shaking her head at her own thoughts and thinking that there was nothing she could do about her brothers’ erratic behaviour, the fifteen year old continued to walk down the corridor of the Hogwarts Express, looking for the dark curly hair of Noah. Of course she was fully aware how ridiculous and what a failure her little mission would become given the fact that Noah was not by any means the tallest eleven-year-old boy inside the train, but she just had to try all the same. It was her brother, after all. What if he fell down and broke his nose? What if some bully –and she could think of a few—begin to pick on him? What if for some strange reason he ended up falling out the window of his compartment, and thus dying once he hit the ground outside? What if someone touched his hair? Her father would most certainly assassin her if this ended up happening. A delicate shudder escaped from her. Finding Noah was the most important thing to do right now. … Or not. Upon hearing the sound of an extremely familiar voice coming from one of the compartments that were located just a few paces ahead of her, and then a mass of equally familiar thick curly brown hair, Willow soon found herself following both the voice and the brown haired –and taller, too, she’d just noticed—female. And so she continued to walk… Until she bumped into something. Clumsy-ness did not come naturally to her. In fact, it was a very rare thing in the girl, but whenever she became distracted with something or someone, the coordination she possessed simply decide to leave her body. Like now, of course. Looking down to see what had made her collide, one of Willow’s dark eyebrows jerked up as soon as she realized that she had not bumped into something, but into someone. And that it was a girl she’d never seen before. Standing in the middle of the corridor is not a very smart thing to do—more like the opposite, to be honest. This train is full of compartments, so go and look for one before you cause yet another accident. Those were the words she was aching to utter. But the badge on her chest was feeling oddly heavy as soon as the thought ran through her head. So instead of snapping that to the obviously younger girl, Willow forced the muscles on her face to curl into a very tight smile that even though was polite, did not reach her eyes. “You might want to watch where you are going next time. Be a little more careful.” Trust Willow to blame anyone but herself for her lack of coordination. Giving the girl a curt nod after realizing that she’d reached the compartment, the not-so-tall brunette stepped around her in order to get a clear view of the packed little room. Issy, Hugo, Nature-Freak who was supposed to be in Africa and some really short girl she didn’t know, and that was, by the way, blocking her way. For some reason, this was not what the fifth year had been expecting. And judging by the hug –cringe—Juniper was giving Issy, it was fairly obvious that this was the first time they’d seen each since that day where the two of them had cried water works. Unless Juniper Goodwin was the overly-emotional type; She really hoped not, and she also very much hoped not to see tears again. It wasn’t like she would be able to cringe away from those scary substances in such a packed little place that the compartment currently was. “Issy, Juniper,” greeted Willow, forgetting that Issy was not the girl’s real name, and that she did not like nicknames. Besides, it wasn’t like the two of them would be able to hear her; Juniper seemed to be rather busy with her arms wrapped around the girl and whatnot, and it was rather possible that Issy would not be able to hear her, which Willow would completely understand. Sort of. “Hey, Hugo,” said Willow, a small friendly smile dancing upon her rosy lips. And then she looked at the giant that Terry Saunders was. “Terry,” She stated with a polite nod, before settling down in the seat across the two boys. And then Willow turned to look at the short girl with curly hair (Vannie) still standing in the entrance of the compartment, before commenting lightly, “Are you going to come in or is it standing in the entrance of the compartment a more comfortable thing to do?” Surely not. __________________