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hermionefanforever · 09-18-2009, 01:58 AM

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Originally Posted by DogsPajamas

Song stifled a sigh, hating her mother very much at that moment. It had soon come to her attention, seconds after setting foot on the train, that she didn't know anybody. Her mother had told her not to enter Diagon Alley for fear of her daughter turning green (a prophecy she had predicted years ago in hope of proving to everyone she was a Seer). And now, Song felt incredibly lonely. She wasn't a first year, so she couldn't mingle with them. She was a fourth year, stuck in a school far away dead in the middle of her education. If she'd gone into Diagon Alley earlier she could of met some people of her own age. Scowling, she didn't notice a girl running in her direction.

UMPH!!! She stumbled backwards, managing to keep her balance so she didn't fall to the floor. She wasn't surprised; she was used to being treated as if she was invisible. Hastily righting herself, and pushing her long, dark hair out of her face, she looked upon the girl who'd caused the collision. It was the Ravenclaw girl she'd met briefly on the train, and she seemed a little... what was the word? Hyper? Oh great, another nickname, she thought sarcastically to herself, as the girl quickly replaced what she'd said with 'Song'. But, uncannily, she couldn't stay angry at this girl for long. There was something about her that just made Song want to laugh.

She'd ignored the girl's terrible cover-ups and corrections. She couldn't blame her. She thought she'd be in Hufflepuff too. Maybe her brains had helped her be in Gryffindor, but then shouldn't she have been placed in Ravenclaw?

Song let the girl drag her towards the empty seats and sat down beside her, her stomach growling ravenously. She suddenly realised how hungry she was, and grabbed a pumpkin pastie from a platter set in the middle of the table. A question bugged at her mind, so she decided the ask it. "Comic girl?" She raised both eyebrows in amusement. "Where did that one come from?"

Jenn couldn't help but jump up and down happily as Comic Girl started talking to her. It was like one of the first actually...um....happyish words she had heard come from the strange girl Song. Of coarse, the fact that the girl was eating a PUMPKIN PASTIE, didn't help her already hyper self. "Well you see. It's actually a veeeeeery fascinating story, if I do say so myself, so just make yourself comfy, and I shall begin dear Song." Coughing dramaticly, she straightened up, took a sip from her goblet, and began. "It all started on a lovely...um...evening, and I was walking down the train hallways, searching for a lovely compartment to sit in that wasn't to full. As I came to the back...this is the part you come in, I saw a girl in there already, yet my happy self descided to be kind and go in."she then took another sip from the goblet, then went back to her lovely story. "I went in, and noticed the girl was reading a comic. So you see, that is why you are now Comic Girl. You read comic's and your a girl. Get it?"she asked, very pleased at her nickname giving talent, and right then it defiantly showed. She was pretty much glowing with happiness.

She couldn't take it any longer though. The pumpkin pasties were defiantly calling her. They were PLEADING in fact, just asking with such sincerness that it made Jenn's stoma-um...heart ache. Reaching over, she grabed three pumpkin pasties, already stuffing one into her mouth. "MMMMMmmmm! Thesearegood!"she informed Song, her mouth full of the sweet pastry. Of coarse, they usually were, but these were FRESH!!! Yum yum! That was icing on the cake that was!

Gulping it down, she turned back to Song, a huge smile on her face. "So...tell me about yourself. I haven't seen you around, and trust me, I would know if you had been here before....I hope. I'm pretty good about noticing people, of coarse I wouldn't doubt I have missed a few lovely people at this school. So, tell me aaaaaalll about you. Where are you from? Do you have a family? Do you like pumpkin pasties? And do you have a strange urge to howl in the moonlight?"she smiled, placing her hands neatly on her knees.

09-18-2009, 01:58 AM	#425 (permalink)
hermionefanforever Billywig Join Date: Mar 2008 Location: In your wig... Posts: 3,040 Hogwarts RPG Name: William Andrew Darcy (Will) Fifth Year	NOT Overrated \| Jessiewhale Quote: Originally Posted by DogsPajamas Song stifled a sigh, hating her mother very much at that moment. It had soon come to her attention, seconds after setting foot on the train, that she didn't know anybody. Her mother had told her not to enter Diagon Alley for fear of her daughter turning green (a prophecy she had predicted years ago in hope of proving to everyone she was a Seer). And now, Song felt incredibly lonely. She wasn't a first year, so she couldn't mingle with them. She was a fourth year, stuck in a school far away dead in the middle of her education. If she'd gone into Diagon Alley earlier she could of met some people of her own age. Scowling, she didn't notice a girl running in her direction. UMPH!!! She stumbled backwards, managing to keep her balance so she didn't fall to the floor. She wasn't surprised; she was used to being treated as if she was invisible. Hastily righting herself, and pushing her long, dark hair out of her face, she looked upon the girl who'd caused the collision. It was the Ravenclaw girl she'd met briefly on the train, and she seemed a little... what was the word? Hyper? Oh great, another nickname, she thought sarcastically to herself, as the girl quickly replaced what she'd said with 'Song'. But, uncannily, she couldn't stay angry at this girl for long. There was something about her that just made Song want to laugh. She'd ignored the girl's terrible cover-ups and corrections. She couldn't blame her. She thought she'd be in Hufflepuff too. Maybe her brains had helped her be in Gryffindor, but then shouldn't she have been placed in Ravenclaw? Song let the girl drag her towards the empty seats and sat down beside her, her stomach growling ravenously. She suddenly realised how hungry she was, and grabbed a pumpkin pastie from a platter set in the middle of the table. A question bugged at her mind, so she decided the ask it. "Comic girl?" She raised both eyebrows in amusement. "Where did that one come from?" Jenn couldn't help but jump up and down happily as Comic Girl started talking to her. It was like one of the first actually...um....happyish words she had heard come from the strange girl Song. Of coarse, the fact that the girl was eating a PUMPKIN PASTIE, didn't help her already hyper self. "Well you see. It's actually a veeeeeery fascinating story, if I do say so myself, so just make yourself comfy, and I shall begin dear Song." Coughing dramaticly, she straightened up, took a sip from her goblet, and began. "It all started on a lovely...um...evening, and I was walking down the train hallways, searching for a lovely compartment to sit in that wasn't to full. As I came to the back...this is the part you come in, I saw a girl in there already, yet my happy self descided to be kind and go in."she then took another sip from the goblet, then went back to her lovely story. "I went in, and noticed the girl was reading a comic. So you see, that is why you are now Comic Girl. You read comic's and your a girl. Get it?"she asked, very pleased at her nickname giving talent, and right then it defiantly showed. She was pretty much glowing with happiness. She couldn't take it any longer though. The pumpkin pasties were defiantly calling her. They were PLEADING in fact, just asking with such sincerness that it made Jenn's stoma-um...heart ache. Reaching over, she grabed three pumpkin pasties, already stuffing one into her mouth. "MMMMMmmmm! Thesearegood!"she informed Song, her mouth full of the sweet pastry. Of coarse, they usually were, but these were FRESH!!! Yum yum! That was icing on the cake that was! Gulping it down, she turned back to Song, a huge smile on her face. "So...tell me about yourself. I haven't seen you around, and trust me, I would know if you had been here before....I hope. I'm pretty good about noticing people, of coarse I wouldn't doubt I have missed a few lovely people at this school. So, tell me aaaaaalll about you. Where are you from? Do you have a family? Do you like pumpkin pasties? And do you have a strange urge to howl in the moonlight?"she smiled, placing her hands neatly on her knees. __________________ ... I like it like that, windows down, chillin' with the radio on.