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Angie · 09-12-2009, 10:50 PM

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Originally Posted by Waterloo

Woodson's legs were in dire need of a stretch. This sad excuse for an express train was far too cramped for his liking.. so unlike the trains Father privately hired for their business excursions up and down the country.

Taking a walk really hadn't been one of his better ideas though, and Woodson huffed, puffed and ground his teeth impatiently as more and more people rudely bumped into him.

Did they not know who he was? Did they not know they ought to be making room for him? Hmph.

An escape was in order. Yes, and Woodson hastily slipped into the nearest compartment..

.. only to discover it occupied. And was that the Kovac girl? Even better. NOT. Still, as usual, manners got the better of him and the fifteen year old bowed his head. "Forgive me for intruding, Miss," he murmured earnestly. "Claustrophobia got the better of me."

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Originally Posted by Ama

The compartment door slid open just as the blond was reaching for the inside of her bag. Quietly, Daphne Hopton watched Kovac ease herself into a seat. Willow was undoubtedly, one of the most difficult individuals to read--well, from the ones Daphne had met at Hogwarts. She seemed nice enough though. If anything, she was polite to her.

"If you ignore waking up at random times of the night to hear my baby brother crying, being the accidental receiver of barf," enthused the blond holding out her hands towards herself, at the mental image of projectile vomit. "And...well, yes, I suppose it lovely. I hope yours was the same."

Minus the bar.

For the second time since she entered it, the compartment door opened once more. Daphne's honey eyes flew from the small compact mirror she had managed to fish out of her handbag towards the new arrival. Who was he talking to? Willow Kovac or herself? "So you enter a compartment?" inquired Daphne with a wrinkled brow.

Perhaps it was better than a crowded train corridor; all the same, she doubted the compartment was doing much to fix his claustrophobia. "Maybe you should sit by the window, Mister...?"

Then, Daphne tilted her head. She was no mind reader.

Willow could only be grateful that, just like herself, Pants Girl Hopton did not seem to be uncomfortable with silences, for soon enough, once the usual small talk was over, she'd take out her magazine and occupy herself reading about--

--Woodson Whitcomb?

Forest green eyes fixed on the boy who had pretended to be her escort, once upon a time. Huh. It could be worse, of course - Sebastian (or The Devil himself, as Willow had labeled him in her occasionally twisted mind) Whitcomb was not with him. Good.

"Woodson Whitcomb," Murmured Willow, since it was clear that Daphne was not familiar with the boy. "Woodson Whitcomb, this is Miss Daphne Hopton." Pretending to NOT have heard Daphne's advice to Woodson of sitting by the window (because she was by the window and she was NOT moving), the brunette tilted her head to one side, before replying lightly at Pants Girl, "It was not entirely bad." If you overlooked the fact that her brooding father fumed his way through summer, then it had not been entirely bad. "I'm glad it was pleasant for you in spite of ... the crying and all that."

Her nose wrinkled lightly.

09-12-2009, 10:50 PM	#298 (permalink)
Angie DoM Veela Join Date: Sep 2007 Location: Themyscira Posts: 37,610 Hogwarts RPG Name: Nerissa M. Tate Sixth Year x8	Wowza! Quote: Originally Posted by Waterloo Woodson's legs were in dire need of a stretch. This sad excuse for an express train was far too cramped for his liking.. so unlike the trains Father privately hired for their business excursions up and down the country. Taking a walk really hadn't been one of his better ideas though, and Woodson huffed, puffed and ground his teeth impatiently as more and more people rudely bumped into him. Did they not know who he was? Did they not know they ought to be making room for him? Hmph. An escape was in order. Yes, and Woodson hastily slipped into the nearest compartment.. .. only to discover it occupied. And was that the Kovac girl? Even better. NOT. Still, as usual, manners got the better of him and the fifteen year old bowed his head. "Forgive me for intruding, Miss," he murmured earnestly. "Claustrophobia got the better of me." Quote: Originally Posted by Ama The compartment door slid open just as the blond was reaching for the inside of her bag. Quietly, Daphne Hopton watched Kovac ease herself into a seat. Willow was undoubtedly, one of the most difficult individuals to read--well, from the ones Daphne had met at Hogwarts. She seemed nice enough though. If anything, she was polite to her. "If you ignore waking up at random times of the night to hear my baby brother crying, being the accidental receiver of barf," enthused the blond holding out her hands towards herself, at the mental image of projectile vomit. "And...well, yes, I suppose it lovely. I hope yours was the same." Minus the bar. For the second time since she entered it, the compartment door opened once more. Daphne's honey eyes flew from the small compact mirror she had managed to fish out of her handbag towards the new arrival. Who was he talking to? Willow Kovac or herself? "So you enter a compartment?" inquired Daphne with a wrinkled brow. Perhaps it was better than a crowded train corridor; all the same, she doubted the compartment was doing much to fix his claustrophobia. "Maybe you should sit by the window, Mister...?" Then, Daphne tilted her head. She was no mind reader. Willow could only be grateful that, just like herself, Pants Girl Hopton did not seem to be uncomfortable with silences, for soon enough, once the usual small talk was over, she'd take out her magazine and occupy herself reading about-- --Woodson Whitcomb? Forest green eyes fixed on the boy who had pretended to be her escort, once upon a time. Huh. It could be worse, of course - Sebastian (or The Devil himself, as Willow had labeled him in her occasionally twisted mind) Whitcomb was not with him. Good. "Woodson Whitcomb," Murmured Willow, since it was clear that Daphne was not familiar with the boy. "Woodson Whitcomb, this is Miss Daphne Hopton." Pretending to NOT have heard Daphne's advice to Woodson of sitting by the window (because she was by the window and she was NOT moving), the brunette tilted her head to one side, before replying lightly at Pants Girl, "It was not entirely bad." If you overlooked the fact that her brooding father fumed his way through summer, then it had not been entirely bad. "I'm glad it was pleasant for you in spite of ... the crying and all that." Her nose wrinkled lightly. __________________