Originally Posted by sweetpinkpixie

Enjoying her conversation with the two first year girls she was sitting with, Kurumi took a moment to scan the rest of the station. Hopefully she would see one of her friends, namely Selina. She really needed to tell the third year something. Something that she had already let slip to Jonathan earlier and that she knew she should tell Selina before anything else. This time, it didn't have anything to do with Quidditch. At least, not directly.

Somewhere around the luggage compartment, Kurumi noticed another student who she assumed was a first year, who looked as though he had seen a ghost, or perhaps a troll in a tutu. She knew a few people who had had nightmares about that and woke up the next morning looking as though they had coughed up slugs for weeks.

Nodding to the two girls, just as a small signal that she would be right back, Kurumi made her way over towards the boy, with her box of cookies tucked under her left arm.

"H-Hello," she smiled as she approached the boy from the side. Hopefully she didn't startle him too much. It wasn't like she had jumped out from behind a bush or anything.

Originally Posted by May2as

Josephine looked at Chris and smiled "CHRIS! OVER HERE!" she waved her arms and went to drag him next to her forming group of friends "This is Chris guys, Chris, this are Danielle, Joseph, my twin brother, and Maxwell, Danielle is a Ravenclaw, Joseph and Maxwell are Gryffindors, guys Chris is a Ravenclaw" Josephine said not even waiting for them to introduce themselves.

Josephine giggled "It won't hurt us, but I do want to see it!" she said excitedly, she was a prankster "You should all be careful if you're on my boat"

Originally Posted by WindTaker

Joseph looked at his sister, how many friends had she met in one day?! "Hey, how are you?" he looked at his sister, both him and her looked the same, both tall, both tanned skin, both hair-colors were reddish-brown, hers was long but his was short, the only thing they differed was in the clothes and in the eyes, while she had them emerald-green, he had them sapphire-blue.

Originally Posted by Steelsheen

Salander's head was spinning. And it wasnt because they've just gotten back from their Asian tour. He woke up that morning late with a realization hitting him like a ton of bricks-- this was going to be his last train ride to Hogwarts for his 7th and final year. Not only that, but today was also his first day on the job pulling double duty-- Slytherin Prefect and HeadBoy. He'd still think it was all a dream had he not seen those badges gleaming by his bedside table.

Which means he has to getup and get going!

By the time he got to Kings Cross the place was packed with both muggle-kind and wizarding folk, even spotting a few newbies trying to get through the wall into Platform 9 3/4. Was he supposed to do something prefect-y now? For the past 3 terms he just went about his clumsy business hauling his own stuff. Now he had a strange feeling that he ought to do something more than that. Like... not making a sport snickering at kids messing up at the wall. Heh.

Dragging the trolley behind him he searched the crowd for that specific face. And he found her, his beloved, speaking to a another blond girl he didnt recognize from behind. Not wanting to interrupt their lively conversation Salander deftly took Lexi's things and piled them onto his trolley. He manages to get some two words between Lexi and the other girl hugging and bouncing "Babe, is this all your stuff? You havent forgotten anything ahve you?" Like-- ahem-- a certain something? Heh.

His eyes finally shifts to the other blond and does a double take. Wait... looks familiar, but different. Older? "Alice?" the Slytherin lad smiles slowly, finally recognizing the feature he remembered from his young friend. "You all set to get back to Hogwarts? Where's your stuff? I'll take it to the baggage car along with ours."

His eyes darts up momentarily when Lexi got excited and called out a Broadmoor. Tom? The late bloomer wizard? Salander cracked a grin at the younger boy. Talk about deja vu.

Originally Posted by Pinky

Lexi shook her head once more as she smoothed down the front of her dress. "I think you have always given me too much credit, Alice. But I thank you anyway," she said with a smile.

She was truly grateful to have such fabulous friends. Indeed.



OH! There he was!!

Lexi broke her eye contact with Tom to beam stupidly at Salander for a moment. "Yes, love. It's all there. Just put Ru-- nevermind. I will get Rufus in a moment. Soon as Tom gives me a hug," she said with a giggle. She was going to MAKE the boy hug her. hehehe. "And no I didn't forget anything. That trunk is packed fuller than any other time when I have returned...I have Wasabi and Rufus... that's it." She was sure he was worrying about something he needn't be worried about. Heh. She was never letting any of the precious things he had ever given her go. NEVER.

Then... "Sal... Alice doesn't go to Hogwarts anymore. She is leaving me all alone in that dreadful tower. I will probably have a bloody first year as a dorm mate. How terrible will THAT be?" Lexi said dramatically. Really though... no first years in her dorm, please. Really she wanted one all to herself. If that was possible. Heh.

Originally Posted by princess of*hp*

When Alfie ran into his welcoming arms, Theodore felt like the sinews in his cheeks were ready to split and as if he would never stop grinning like a joyous idiot. Imagine that; having to go to a healer from an overdose of happiness and excitement. Little Miss Port definitely had a magical spell over him. Had he not known better, the seventh year would have guessed that she fed him a near-daily supply of love potion, slipping it into his food and refreshments. "That's Prefect Dumble to you, shnookums!" He teased, just as ready as she to lean in for a reunion smooch. That was before he was momentarily left there, eyes closed like an oblivious sod, as he waited to feel her lips on his. Nothing came. Opening his eyes, Theodore immediately released the fifth year and stepped back, standing erect and blinking a few times to register what had just happened. Had they just been broken up by the PDA police? Had Emma gotten annoyed that easily and called them on the two lovers? Theodore knew that calling Alfie by the silly name of shnookums had been a stupid idea, just a little something to embarrass her in front of their Slytherin friend, but...

Alfie's introduction almost immediately cleared up the boy's confusion. These were her... it nearly pained Theodore to even think of the word. Her parents. It was now that the Ravenclaw wished his parents would have accompanied him onto the platform, or that Bree was around for a bit of feline back-up. Speaking of Bree, where was her nearest and dearest frenemy, Jay? He couldn't have swooped in and distracted the Ports from the scene that they had just disturbed? No? Oh, bugger. He glanced between Mr. and Mrs. Port, having a hard time avoiding the frightening gaze of her father and his professional aura. Intimidation was definitely in the air; could her parents smell his fear? "I, I really... it's really a great pleasure to finally meet you both. Truly," Theodore felt comfortable enough while shaking the hand of her mother, but Mr. Port felt like he was attempting to tear off his hand. Or maybe it was just in Theodore's imagination. "I... I've heard so much about-" It was then that Emma and Alfie mercifully cut short his awkward rambling. Saving Theodore from himself was a full time job, and these girls definitely were pros at being his heroines in this instances. He managed to relax slightly, straight shoulders slumping down relaxedly, as Alfie's had grasped him and transferred a subliminal message of comfort. So, this was what it was like to meet the family? Theodore wished he would have been a bit more compassionate towards Braeden at Malfoy Manor a few weeks ago when he had faced the wrath of Draco Severus. Shudder. But then again, that hulk of a quidditch player gave everyone the willies. He at least made every male in the immediate area feel a terrifying shriveling of their loins.

Glancing at Emma, Theo felt like willing her to step in. Although Alfie's parents leaving would make him feel a bit better, this was a necessary step in their relationship, and Alfie rushing them off so quickly felt a bit rude. But what was he to do? Stuck in the middle. A prefect, and stuck in the middle. This was horrible. Never had he ever felt such a drop in his mood. It was then that Emma began her questioning. "Ha, oh, thank you," He nodded politely, smiling slightly. "I... I'll take points when I need to..." He mused shiftily, although he knew punishing friends for misdeeds would make him feel too guilty to function.

Originally Posted by emmafan123

Two of the three Ports were interested in the conversation's turn to Theo's new status of prefect, the only one not entertained being Alfie's mother who had grown distracted rifling through her bag for something. Alfie herself looked as though she was the one offered the honour, practically beaming with pride as she stood at Theodore's side, obviously quite proud of her boyfriend. But he was a prefect! It was an honour! She opened her mouth to speak, to possibly comment on this idea of taking points away, when her father spoke first. "Prefect?" he announced with his powerful voice, eyebrows raising as he kept his professional smile. "Wow, that's quite an honour, isn't it?" he suggested as he crossed his arms over his chest absentmindedly, scanning poor Theodore with pure evaluation in his gaze. "You sure you're up to that?" he added, his tone the kind that could either be registered as mocking or simple curiosity. Alfie, obviously knew it was the former.

"Dad!" Alfie scowled, turning to look at her father with furrowed brows, obviously unhappy with his judgemental tone. Her expression lightened slightly as she turned to look at Theo himself, flashing him a warm smile, "Theo's going to be a great Prefect, he's the most responsible, kind person I've ever met," she informed the entire group, though her large eyes remained glued to Theo's expression for a moment, flashing him a reassuring grin. She then turned her gaze to Emma, giving the girl a soft smile as well, "Emm and I are gonna have to be on our toes to make sure we don't lose any points this year."

"You on the Quidditch team, son?" Mr. Port continued, seeming to not hear his daughter's kind words. He still had a smile on his expression, but his light eyes were evaluating, judging quite obviously the boy that his daughter was in a relationship with. But, having the career he did in the Quidditch world, Mr. Port only really cared to hear about this side of what the boy's hobbies might be.

"Does it matter?" Alfie posed, her gentle voice suddenly a bit more assertive as her father's eyes flashed momentarily to her own, his eyebrows raising just slightly. His daughter was rarely this defensive of anything really.

"I guess not," Mr. Port replied, though his expression sustained his cool, controlled smile and he obviously meant the direct opposite of his words. Of course it only seemed natural to him that his daughter should date some sort of Quidditch player. Alfie, on the other hand, couldn't care less if her boyfriend was involved in the sport or not. Mr. Port, after evaluating Theo for a moment more, turned his attention to Emma politely, "I hear you're involved with the Slytherin Quidditch team, though?" he added, his voice a little more kind than it had been with Theo. "I myself was on the Gryffindor team years ago."

"Yeah, Dad, your glory days, we get it," Alfie said nearly the second her father's mouth had closed, flashing him a weak smile and a look that clearly said, 'Shouldn't you be going now?'. Her hand still remained entwined with Theo's own, and she hated the idea of him being uncomfortable because of her father's questioning both him and Emma. Mr. Port's eyes turned to look at his daughter, then flickering over to glance at her left hand enveloped in Theo's own. His eyebrows rose, vague amusement in his lightly wrinkled features, but his expression wasn't one of a father who was sentimental, rather a father who was more amused than anything with his daughter's choice in men.