Paloma shook her head. She wasn't going to say Sorry again to Louis. This was worth talking about after years, when she'd be old and wrinkly; about this friend who almost had a heart attack when he saw her. Not really funny, but worth a smile. "Relax, Louis. Now, you and I will be classmates, sort of..." Since he was a year ahead of her, "...and Vader and Luna will be hanging out very often." Out and around the castle...Oh the adventures to come!

At the pawing, Vader only put his grumpy cat expression, though responded equally to the pretty white kitten in front of him. Playmates were always welcome...hehehe.

Laughing at the kittens, Paloma raised her head and sheeplishly smiled, "Well...I...if I remember well..." The letter said something, but her head was somewhere else, "I'll be in Ravenclaw. Why the...question? What house are you in?" She had to ask. The urge she once felt minutes ago was coming back with a possible questionnaire to CatBoy aka Louis.

Running around like a lunatic, Spencer was just so excited to finally be able to go to Hogwarts! This would be his first year there, but he would be a second year because he transferred from Salem. Last year his family allowed him to stay in America with some of his cousins so he took that opportunity, and spent his first year of learning in Salem. It was the most historical place of magic in all of the United States. Though it was infamy that made it historical. They way it was stated made it seem like witches and wizards be a bad thing. Magic wasn't a bad thing right? Spencer hoped it wasn't bad. His life would be ruined if he couldn't spend it using magic. He didn't want to be like a muggle. I mean he didn't hate them, it's just that their life style seemed so weird not to be able to use magic at all.

So running....and running....and running.

Occasionally he would glance back to see if his sisters and older brother were trailing him. Eventually he glanced back at the wrong moment, and smacked into some unknown person. Spencer banged his head against them. Immediately he fell to the ground due to the shock of what happened, and landed on his butt. Rubbing his head Spencer looked up and exclaimed "Ow!!!!! I'm so sorry, I should've been looking where I was going, or running rather."

Eugh, great! All of his stuff spilled all over the place too! The books he was carrying, he almost broke his glass phials. Fortunately for Spencer, they weren't majorly damaged. Just a few cracks here and there.

Arista was still looking around how did she not ask how to find the platform, was she stupid!! Ugh she wanted to go find her parents but they probably apparated away already... Or something! She sighed she needed some one to help her. Sighing she looked down at her owl who was enjoying the safety underneath the blanket over her cage.

She was just about to give up and go home when she heard someone shout! No owl! She had to be magical... She walked over and whispered and got nice close. "Do you know what Hogwarts is?" That was a good question, if she knew then she could obviously tell her how to get there and if she didn't then she would just look like a crazy person!

Lou couldn’t wipe the grin off his face. It was permanent. Yep, there would be no wiping it off for at least the rest of the day. Amazing how in only a minute, his idea of Paloma had switched from far-away penpal to classmate. It was… Yeah, it was probably the best surprise he’d received in a while.

“I hate to admit it, but I think Luna’s probably even more excited than I am,” said the boy with a smile as he watched his kitten playfully trying to bite Vader’s exposed paw.

Right, so about the grin not wiping off, perhaps that was an exaggeration. Because Lou’s expression had turned considerably less cheerful (though he was still quite thrilled) when Paloma shared the news that she was a Raven. It made sense, though. She definitely had the mind for it, being the clever and sharp girl she was.

“I’m in Gryffindor,” he confessed with a smile, then shrugged. “Better separate Houses than separate countries, though.” Yep, this was only a minor detail.

Soooooo...
“Did you figure out how to get on the platform yet?” he asked curiously.

Paige's heart was like a bird stuck in a cage, and she was mildly worried about it. But really, she knew she was just excited as she could be. This was going to be her first year in Hogwarts, and she found her thoughts turning back to the morning she got her letter. It was a Tuesday, and it had nearly made her cry from her excitement.

Of course, she'd gotten everything she needed now, and she had everything she needed in a big trunk at her side. It was covered in old stamps from it's previous owner's travels and it nearly reached up to her hip. It had her books, cloaks, wand, and her other essentials along with some nonessentials.

Paige had 'fancied' herself up, her dim red hair pulled into a braid from her temple to her opposite shoulder and her best shirt and jeans on, which was ironic since it was casual wear nonetheless. She was extremely eager to put on her cloaks and hat, just to have her wand in hand. It made a happiness, one she wasn't used to exhibiting, well up in her. In a moment of forgetfulness, she very nearly hit the person next to her, her much older brother, Nate. She apologized quickly and clasped her hands in front of her.

Paige caught sight of her slightly older brother, Spencer running off like a nut. If he didn't watch where-.

The red head cringed slightly, watching Spencer's thing fell to the ground in a cluttered heap as he slammed into someone. Paige cursed under her breath before leaving the relative safety of Nate to go to Spencer and help him gather his things.

If Paloma were to equal that same wide grin Louis was wearing, it'd look sort of weird coming from her. Inside though, she was already skipping a couple of heartbeats, the obvious excitment she had to attend Hogwarts, to have friends, to have fun with that part of her that wasn't so explored.

Looking at Luna, she grinned, "You should know that she is welcome to stay with me any night, to baby-cat her when you need to go see your lady." She said, raising her eyebrow then nodding. Sure, she was going to be that nice; Paloma loved having Vader and her together, to play, to bite each other as in that moment.

"Courageous, strong-minded, I still have to figure that out from you, but yeah...you are definitely a Gryffie." She said in a laugh, being honest about not really knowing much about Louis, when he'd pretty much asked her every possible question about her basic life. "But yes, much better to be...in the same school, than to be pen-pals..." Although, that sure was fun, too.

When asked about the platform, she looked at it, then shrugged, "I have crossed to the platform twice, with my sister and my dad...so I kind of know what to do." She was nervous, though. No one really knows the outcome when such strong excitement invades heart and brain. "You?" She asked peeking her eyebrow. It was a very odd question, but talking about Hogwarts lately, not everything looked as she had been told by Annie from years ago.

"Yeah? good then cause i could think of plenty adventures to get into." his mind was whirling with ideas already. there were tons of corridors and entrances he hadn't been down yet. surely they could get lost once or twice. " you you've." he said prodding her in the shoulder, "never been on an adventure with me. not just anyone but him. Reaching behind him he found his niece and pulled her forward so he could see her.

...........................................

"i dont think i'll need his permission to go down mysterious corridors in the school." he said all sassy like to Kennedy without meaning too. He didnt mean to come across as sassy it just kinda happened....

oops.

NO NO NO NO NO Uncle Dere! dont pull her out! She tried to keep her feet firmly planted on the floor as her uncle pulled her by her shoulder to be out in front of him. then the creepy man spoke to her again and she turned and buried her face in his leg. he couldn't get her if she couldn't see him ....... Turning slowly she peeked at the man to see him down on her level and smiling at her... talking more nicely this time.... Still scary though.
Scary.

Could he now, think of plenty of adventures for them? "I'll hold you up that." And she would. Totally would. For his own sake she hoped he didn't go back on his word, or a major poke war will break loose. At the prod, she poked him in the arm. "Then it should be interesting." Seeing as both were stubborn.

Oh, no.

Where was the closest wall she could face-plant? While she found Jeremiah brave to stand up to her brother like that, she knew when Kennedy's had his buttons pushed, and by the look on his face she confirmed they were.

"Don't bring Dad into this," she mumbled at her brother. Kennedy knew how sensitive that subject still was. What a butt-head.

Rising to his full height, Kennedy concluded the child didn't like him. That was okay. It was decided a while back that kids didn't like him (only his godson because he was obviously the best) and he was perfectly fine with it.

What he was not okay with was the away the boy thought he could address him. Kennedy could so play at the 'I have a better retort' game. "Right, sorry, Bev."

Turning to the boy, he crossed his arms over his chest and smirked. "You know, I just remembered, I am her legal guarding and tutors are just piling at my door to teach her." Hint, hint. Kennedy was pretty sure the boy knew about his sister's tutoring past.

Take that, kid.

She'll hold him to that? well... good, he wanted her to. "Good, it's a" ................. "plan then." plan yup, that's what it was. a plan. heh. she poked him in the arm and he just grinned at her. "i promise it will be." interesting that is, yup.

Something about their dad was going on and he stood away from that knowing it was a touchy subject and all.

He was threatening to take her out of school!? the year hadn't even started yet and that just was... well.. it wasnt nice at all, ok!? Taking a breath he looked at this.. brother person and just blinked at him. He wouldn't do that. it'd make Beverly highly upset and she'd CRY to come back. he knew she could work him, he had faith in that. "I Think That yo----"

"It took me ten whole minutes to find you. when i say to wait by the door i mean it." Ana had finally caught up with them. She knew her brother would just run off with her daughter she knew it. really she should of put a leash on the both of them. "McKayla, Come here." she said putting her hand out to the child before realizing who else was with them.. "Oh..." he voice softened from the stern one it had been moments ago. "hello again." she smiled at Kennedy and Beverly too before turning her head and glaaaring at her brother. ugh, teenage boys.

Ian entered King's Cross station with his mum. He had learned to hate this over the last two years. His mum was so fussy and she dragged it out so much. He remembered the first year. He could hear his mum's wailing all the way to the point he'd entered the wall onto platform 9 3/4. He could hear her warnings about knickers and clean socks and such. And when he'd run to the wall, he turned just in time to see her face go white as she feared he'd crash headlong into the wall.

Last year had been even worse. She had stood by the wall, watching like a hawk to see what he was doing. That of course was after the fifteen minutes she clung to him like he was going to die. Granted, he nearly felt like he was going to last year with the aging disease and everyone getting so sick. He had only hinted that the school had experienced some challenges when he first got home. That lasted until she got the letter from the Ministry apologizing for nearly aging the children to death. That had been the most miserable month of the summer. His father had taken his crew out for fishing and he'd been left alone with his mum. She wouldn't let him do anything. He was afraid she wouldn't let him return this year. Fortunately, his dad had spoken to her and finally had put his foot down. Yesterday, boarding the train from scotland had been a challenge as his mum and dad had fought the whole way about this decision.

Here he was again, about ready to enter the wall. It had been 30 minutes of sheer agony trying to get his mum to let go. I'll be fine mum. The professors really do care about us and they won't let us die, if they can help it. As the words left his mouth he knew he'd gone too far. She started wailing again and he just sat on his trunk, watching his watch.

Caelen made it to the platform, huffing and puffing. okay, maybe Nate WAS a good thing to have. At least he helped you get to the platform on time. Not like her iiiiidddiiiot brother who couldn't find his pants this morning. And besides that, the twelve year old couldn't sleep last night for excitement and was now incredibly tired. It didn't help that Rockwell was doing some stupid potion all night and all the brace face could hear was bubbling and hissing and stupid noises like that. Seriously, how could they be related? She was mostly organized and neat, and he was.... Rockwell. The redhead shook her head in exasperation once more, feeling her red hair shake around her thin shoulders. Wow, that was a new feeling. The freckle faced girl was used to non moving braids, not moving straight hair.

Anyway, onto the train for her second year of Hogwarts! Oh, she couldn't stop smiling! The five foot two girl wouldn't be among the youngest. Although, sh wouldn't be among the oldest, the smart child was almost there. Just a long way to go. And besides that, she got to learn new things with her two best friends! And according to her freak brother, a possible crush.

Yes, when Caelen told Rockwell about the whole Spencer thing, he started to laugh at first. Then he got serious and demanded to meet Spencer, even though he met the boy several times. Forgetful one, wasn't he? After that it was a lot of promises to be safe and to write home every day and tell more about this crush --which she TOTALLY didn't have--and then he would let her go. Annoying, much? At least he didn't tell mom. Mom didn't approve of dating until fifth year or more, and that was only if she was doing super in school and learning lots. Uggh.

Speaking of the dork and Paige, where were they? Well, first, she should probably find Nate. And that wasn't even had to do, because they were always surrounded by Nate. Who was easy to spot in a crowd. Being like six feet tall and about three million pounds did not make you good at hide and seek pal. And sure enough, through her tired blue eyes, she finally saw him and his two cohorts. And Spencer had tripped. Hahaha, was he okay?

Dragging her bags over, Caelen knelt beside her blond friend --JUST friend-- and helped him collect things. And while she was helping, the kid smiled and looked up at Paige.

"Hey, girl! Excited to go to Hogwarts?" Stifle a yawn. Because that wasn't attractive. She learned to do most things nicely, but yawning and eating were not among them. She yawned like a giraffe eats, and if you don't know what it looks like, it's not pretty.

Where was everybody? How did she manage to lose two sisters and a mother? Oh well, it wasn't like she needed their help, but she knew that she would be in trouble for wandering off. Maybe she would be able to convince her mother that it was really Angel that had gotten loose and that she impersonating Aubrey to get her in trouble. She did kind of want to tell her mum goodbye, but she was a baby or anything. It would be nice to be with her sisters though because she had no idea what she was doing, and where she needed to go from here.

As she walked closer to where she saw people million around with trunks she noticed a boy sitting off to the side with a wailing mother. For a moment Aubrey was thinking it would probably be better to not get in the middle of whatever was happening, but she had questions. The brunette boldly walked up to the boy who was older, but not too much older. "Do you know how to get to the train?" Because she didn't and it didn't look like she was going to find her family any time soon. Plus, she was pretty sure that she just saved this boy from an overly attached mother so he was welcome and all. "Oh and I'm Aubrey by the way, but you can call me AJ." Or Bre really, but she didn't too much care for the girly name.

Louis raised his eyebrows at Paloma's cat-sitting offer. "You'd do that?" Because, um, that would be pretty amazing. He'd actually already been wondering what he would do with his playful kitten when he had to patrol the corridors at night. ... Or get into mischief, ahem.

At her following comment, the boy dropped his jaw in mock offense. "What, are you calling me a coward, Señorita?" But he, too, seemed to realize just how much he still had to share with his new friend. There were things one couldn't really show or express through letters.

And speaking of not knowing much about each other, Lou was actually surprised with the news that Paloma had a sister who'd come to Hogwarts. He knew about her sister, but he didn't know she was a former Hogwarts alumni. "How come your parents didn't send you here from the beginning, if your sister was already a student?" he asked curiously, before Paloma echoed his earlier question. With a smile, he nodded. "Of course. It'd look pretty bad if I hadn't figured it out by now, with it being my second term... don't you think?"

Ian had been looking miserably from his mother, to the passersby and then to his watch. His mum was starting to calm down, but that didn't keep people from staring. He had just looked down to his watch for the 15th time when he was startled by a voice and a pair of shoes which appeared to be attached to a smaller person. He looked up to be greated by a younger looking girl.

I....I....I'm sorry. I didn't hear what you asked. Could you repeat it please? He did hear her name. Hi AJ, I'm Ian. He looked back to his mother and then to the girl again. Sorry about me mum...she's a little nervous whenever we come here. Thinks I'll go off to school and die or something. I only nearly died last year. It wasn't even that close...I was just a very old man. He wasn't sure why he was rattling on, but it seemed like a good thing to do.

As she waited for a response from the boy, her eyes scanned the people that were walking by. It was only then that she noticed they were staring at the boy and his mother. That had to be awkward. For a moment there Aubrey was glad that her mother wasn't around because who knew how she would re reacting to her kids going off to a magical place that she knew nothing about until a month or so ago.

She smiled at him as he asked her to repeat herself. She was sure that he was a bit preoccupied and she did just barge in and start asking questions before she even introduced herself. "Do you know how to get to the train?" AJ kind of lost her party and she was clueless as far as what she needed to do from this point on.

"I'm glad to have met you Ian." Her eyed widened as he talked about Hogwarts and why his mother was so upset. "It's cool." AJ knew first hand how mothers could be, and he didn't have to apologize to her. "So... you almost died?" More information was needed on that one. How did somebody just almost die while at school. The way he phrased it also made her wonder if this was a normal occurrence at the magical school that she was about to be shipped to.

She nodded. "Of course, anytime. Just...be sure to tell me in advance." Paloma warned, mostly because her time was to be distributed in her personal ballet practice, homework, cat-sitting and on weekends, have a little time off to relax.

Just then...her eyes caught of something shiny, gold and red, and a capital P showing off. Was he...now...or even before and hadn't told her that...

"You, are...a Prefect?" She sort of choked when making the inquisition. Aww, man. Was she ever to tell HIM the jokes she played on first years, or in others, and probably getting away with it? Probably not.

With the same mock response, she shook her head. "I would never call you a coward. I recognize you have quite a gut, Bolton." Honestly. Because, who would have the courage to try her applied spells? No one she had met before. "I guess we have a couple of years to figure out..." She mentioned with a firm nod, at the reminder that Lou was already a sixth year...

Okay, maybe they now had to talk about family. "Ummm...well, being honest." Yes, like saying the truth about her interests, "You know I have been always involved in ballet, I have been like that since I was five. I didn't take interest in magic til two years ago." When she entered Beauxbatons, "Though, Papa...when I started to have innocent newbie accidents, he started to give me private lessons to control it..." Homeschooling, since she was twelve actually. "So, let's say I didn't take interest in coming to Hogwarts til...now." Ahem. She felt so bad for saying that. At this, she lowered her face in sign of embarrassment.

Good, he knew how to cross. Which is something they should have done by then, to not be late. The mention of his previous history raised her eyebrow immediately, though."Wait. Your second year? Where were you before Hogwarts?" She asked, blinking. Although, as she said before, they still had to figure a lot about their friendship, their families...

Ian listened a little closer as she asked her first question again. It was a bit loud, what with the wailing mother, the crowds and the normal hustle and bustle of a train station. Oh yeah. I know. If you want, you can come with me, when me mum gathers herself together. It occurred to him at that moment to look around. She seemed to be alone. Where's yer mum? Didn't she wish to say goodbye to you?

He shrugged a little at her next question. I don't think I was going to die, but it sure felt that way. Loads of students last year caught some aging sickness while the ancient runes professor was getting younger. Just fel like an old man most of the second half of the year. The Valentine's party was when I picked it up...or was it 'Alloween? He stopped a moment to try and remember. Then he shrugged again and continued...Anyways, the healer's from St. Mungo's came wat messed up the potion and fixed us all last day of the term. We was right as rain headed home and I'd have been able to make it all summer without telling mum if the Ministry hadn't sent some blasted letter apologizing and such.

Theodore wished that Toby's bright spirit was infectious, but it wasn't, just kinda annoying. But he wasn't gonna get grumpy about it since he was just being friendly. "Nice. Yeah, I had a great one, too." For a change. Oh, yes, he was wondering when he was gonna get a sweet offer. "Sure, thanks!" Theo held his fingers above the bag and picked out a perfect toffee.

BEAMING away at his realization, Theo had pretty much decided right now that he liked Toby. "I sure am!" He wiggled his chest area about a bit just to get the full effect of his badge going. The way the light hit it was particularly beautiful. "Yeah, I guess, yeah." President of Hogwarts had a ring to it. "I mean it's sooooooo much higher than being a regular Prefect, there's tons of Prefects, just one of me."

Was he blabbing on about this too much?

Huh.

Didn't really care.

Thinking that maybe she didn't want to get caught up between a clingy mother Aubrey eyed the woman one last time. "I'd like that." He was being overly nice and she was going to take him up on his offer. Of course he would notice that she was without her family and it is most likely odd to see an eleven year old roaming around by herself. "Err... she's here somewhere." Vague much? "I kind of lost her." AJ knew that she was going to be in big trouble mister, but she wouldn't have to worry about that until next year. It wasn't like she was trying to lose them or anything, but she tended to get sidetracked and involved in other things and well... this wasn't the first time she got separated from the group. Her mind flashed back to her experience in that forbidden alley place next to Diagon Alley where she was stung twice by a mean old hag.


Aubrey listened intently to everything that he said. She was hanging on to every last word. "Wow. This school sounds so much cooler than my old one." Nothing ever really exciting ever happened there. "I mean I don't want to die or anything, but that's what my magical stick is for right?" She wished she had that blasted thing on her when she ran into that mean lady, but she wouldn't know what to do with it other than to whop her with it.

Ian heard as she vaguely answered the question. It seemed that was likely all the response he'd get. This girl seemed to be rather confident and that went a long way in survival Ian supposed. At least that's the way his dad made it sound. Believe in the good and the good will come to ya, boy! Don't be thinking the worst...the way yer mind goes is the way yer life goes. Calm seas never made a sailor.

It's a right good school. Really enjoyed meself the last two years. Of course, perhaps this year I won't have to be an old man, but I'm sure something interesting will happen. It normally does. He chuckled when she mentioned the 'magic stick'. Laughing, he responded Aye...yer magic stick keeps ya from dying....bearing in mind ya don't point it at yerself. He shook his head and looked at her face, And it's called a wand. We can sit on the train together and I'll tell ya all about the magical world as I know it. I'm muggle born and so it was all strange to me too. He fondly remembered the first time he'd encountered a moving picture. He'd tossed it across the room and asked everyone around what kind of witchcraft this was. He got a few dirty looks and a lot of laughs from the assembled group.

Ian nodded and placing his hands on his knees he stood and faced his mum. MUM! he spoke loudly at the now just sobbing woman. It's time fer me ta go. You'll be fine without me this year and I'll be coming home for Christmas this time. Ye made me promise. Of course he had no intention of keeping it. He loved Hogwarts during the holidays. He couldn't imagine not being there. Anyways. It's time fer me ta go, and this girl could use some help so it's time ta say our goodbyes. He reached out and hugged his mum, gave her a quick peck on the cheek (now that he was nearly as tall as she) and said his good bye.

He turned, looked at Audrey and headed toward the wall. C'mon now. Don't think of the wall. Just imagine walking through a door.

It was almost as if Cutty was bringing HER to the platform and not the other way around. At times it felt like this very thing to the boy. That it was all for her benefit. He didn't really need her. Not really. But he liked having her around and the effect she brought was enough that if he were being honest with himself, he'd be forced to admit that his mother was indeed a very needful thing.

Wands neatly tucked away, Cutty carried one bag, his mother, the other. And she, with her decorated hand on his shoulder, followed him whilst taking note of his glances toward the conversation between the handsome friend from the fountain and a badged boy, whom Soheir thought was lookin' kinda good (HeeeeEeEey!). The two of them did not pass Go, nor collected two hundred dollars. Instead they headed straight for the wall between Platforms 9 and 10 as both felt more secure once in the company of like-abled people.

"If I could stay young, that'd be great." It might be cool to see what it was like to be old for a day, but Ian made it sound like he had to endure that torture practically his whole time there. "Interesting is good." She didn't like to be bored, and this school sounded like there was bound to be far more fun people than at her previous school. Her eyes twinkled at the thought of Hogwarts and what all it had to offer her. "Don't point it at myself, got it." There were so many rules, but then again she didn't really expect to be able to get away from rules completely no matter what new world she was invited to be apart of. Oh yeah, her magical stick had a proper name. "A wand, right." Magical stick sounded waaay cooler though if you asked her.
Five points for being a muggleborn too. "The first time I heard that I thought I was being made fun of." You just never knew with people. Woot, she already had a seat buddy. "Wicked. Thanks!" Her sisters would be able to find her... how bog of a train could it be?

Aubrey couldn't help but to admire the firmness he used with his mother. It seemed as if he wasn't about the drama either in regards to his no nonsense manner and she dug that. She hummed quietly to herself as they said their goodbyes. A slight pang of guilt hit her as she thought about her own mother. She would be able to write home though, she remembered the man telling her parents that when he arrived to tell them all about Hogwarts.


Getting ready to follow Ian, Aubrey had to shake her head to clear her mind. What did he just say to her? "Why would I think of a wall?" Was she missing something?

Toby couldn't help but notice that his suggestion about Theo being PRACTICALLY PRESIDENT was met with a rather pleased Head Boy. He beamed too, because if Tobias had made someone ELSE happy, then HE was happy. That badge too... it really was shiny. Had Theo been polishing it?

"So are you like, Prefect Overlord?" the fourteen year old asked, chucking another sweet in his mouth, though he TECHNICALLY hadn't finished the last one. "What kinda cool stuff do you get to do?"

All this talk was good, but Toby's backpack was getting heavy. Figuring it couldn't hurt to just keep it on the ground while he stood here, Toby heaved the thing off of his back and dropped it onto the floor beside him. As he did so, he heard the multitude of things inside the magically extended bag shift and fall about, an he wondered if he'd ever be able to get his pogo stick out of it again.

She held in a grin as he promised on this adventure thing. He's made several of those, and so far he's kept them all, so she didn't doubt him. "I'll be looking forward to it, then."

MERLIN.

Did her brother HAVE to go THERE. Beverly shot him a right GLARE. If it hurt his feelings it wasn't her fault because he was being stupid. Just because Jeremiah was adventurous didn't mean Kennedy had to take her out of school. What's the worst that could happen? Pffft.

"Just wait until--" Oh. There was Ana, never mind.

"Hello," she greeted, her expression softening as she went to stand next to Kennedy. Under-handedly, she thumped him in the arm.

That's what you get.

Gah! What was that for?

First a glare and then violence. Kennedy rubbed his arm where Beverly had punched him. It didn't hurt, just...why?! Did she really just assault him over a BOY. Merlin, he didn't like this. Not one bit.

Looking up from his little sister, Kennedy smiled at Ana. Good. She was here, could she take her pesky brother away now, please? "Hi, nice seeing you here." It was.

More nods from Tag. How sweet was it of the Summers men to want Tag to have a proper meal on the train? Incredibly. Tag would have to thank Alec's dad, for the thought at least, over the winter break. Unless his dad was here right now, but Tag had not seen the man moose anywhere around. "All snacks are snacks that are welcomed by me and my stomach." Tag said casually. Meaning, any snack they decided on Tag would've most likely taken it without a seconds hesitation. Oh god. Tag shook his head. Time it took for Alec to mention hair, less than five minutes. Of course, Tag didn't mind it. "Yes! Hair and food, most serious topics in the world." Not really. But you get the idea. "I'll get something off the trolley. Don't you worry your little head about me and my diet."

Trolly was full of candy though. Maybe Alec should worry.

Graduating Gryffindor. Graduating Gryffindor. Tag supposed it had a ring to it. "Yeah, it does. Are you gonna call me that now?" he asked, for you know, whenever they see each other over the winter holidays. Alec tackling Tag was unexpected and shocking and a bit scary. Tag had no clue who Alec had been and yet the brunette had pounced on the blonde. "I probably did. But everything moved so fast I had no time to process it all." So many things.

Botros. Right. Tag forgot who used a walking cane. All thoughts will be considered when around Botros. "Nope. I won't. Never in his sight." Botros was too awesome to be made fun of. Too awesome. "Good thinking. I wouldn't whack you though. Or people. But, once I got something, in my hand, something that can be a danger to people, everyone and anyone is a target. Whether I mean to hit them or not." This is a true story. Or thought at least. Exploding snap. FIFTIES. Wow. That was a lot to take in. "Let's take exploding snaps at babysteps within our age. We'll have a mean game over the holidays." They had to keep word to that. "But yes, I appreciate you taking the easy road with me once we play exploding snaps in our fifties." FIFTIES.