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If you are eager to see, be seen, and get to school first, then the front passenger cars of the train are for you. Just like the other cars, a long corridor provides access to the many compartments, each labelled with a letter, available for you and your friends to hunker down in until the train has come to a complete stop. Cushioned seats and large windows, allowing perfect views of the British scenery on your journey, await.
Well, what are you waiting for? Slide open a compartment door and make yourself at home. Place any of your belongings not in the luggage car on the racks above you. Chat with your friends about what you did this summer, enjoy munching on the snacks you bought from the trolley lady, get ahead of the game by reading your textbooks, or take a long nap as the train travels over numerous hills and mountainsides. Whatever you do, exhibit your best behaviour -- the prefects will be regularly patrolling the corridors and poking their heads inside your compartment to make sure you are doing so.
Digest them? Digest them? That wasn't even a thought that had crossed his mind! Oh, Merlin! They were going to be devoured by an ancient piece of moving metal! Oh, no. Oh, NO, NO, DON'T PEEL ME OFF, SATURN! His arms fell loose at his side like noodles.
Sirius' breathing was irregulating. He was overwhelmed, but on the outside, he was stoic as a rock. He sunk into the seat across from Saturn, sitting on his trembling hands. "I feel like everyone's aura is suffocating me..." Dramatic? A little, but it was smothering. How can he chill this way? "Maybe you can. I'm not moving from here until we've stopped." Not that he had an appetite anyway. Just nausea.
The leather of the seat was cool beneath their fingers, and squishy too. If circumstances were different, they could see taking a nap here. but circumstances were not different and while to any passing witch or wizard Siri looked every bit of unconcerned, his twin could feel the difference. Pulling their wand from their hip holster, Saturn gave it a steady flourish to close their compartment door. It obliged, obvi.
"You wanna meditate? I'm tense as hell." They were. They were also not going anywhere until Siri found some kind of chill.
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The leather of the seat was cool beneath their fingers, and squishy too. If circumstances were different, they could see taking a nap here. but circumstances were not different and while to any passing witch or wizard Siri looked every bit of unconcerned, his twin could feel the difference. Pulling their wand from their hip holster, Saturn gave it a steady flourish to close their compartment door. It obliged, obvi.
"You wanna meditate? I'm tense as hell." They were. They were also not going anywhere until Siri found some kind of chill.
Sirius looked at them through the curls in front of his eyes. He felt his shoulders lighten a little bit. They are trying to help him and it made him feel immediately safer. He nods at Saturn, slinking to the floor of the compartment. Meditating sounded like a smart move right about now. He had to pull himself together. They chose to come here after all. Siri crossed his legs under himself, gesturing with a nod of his head to Saturn to come down and join him on the floor. "It's cold as hell." He muttered, holding out his hands to his twin to hold.
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Stocking up a bit at the Food Trolley while there with Celyn, Cooper had plenty of snacks for all of them between those purchases and the pastry mum had made absolutely sure he tucked into his bag in abundance for his younger brother and sister's first train ride to Hogwarts. Despite his impulse buying, he was also trying to ration things...so to speak...so no one was too full to not enjoy the bounties the house elves had waiting for them upon arrival to the Great Hall. He was also acutely aware that Nerina was not present, but there was a certain aura about Kinsay this whole day that told him now was not the time to try and split his energy more.
Two little cousins to look out for and his own siblings...this was going to be quite the term and that was not even factoring his on absurdities in. And NEWTs. Ooooooooh boy NEWTs...the future...
...one step at a time...and right now step one was following Kinsay to the compartment of her choosing.
Something...was off with his little cousin and he felt it was not just because of Phoebe and Teddy's graduation - though he was also sure that that made up a large part of the tension too.
Smiling, and humming under his breath, Cooper patted his pocket for a random shoelace that had found its way into his pocket and stayed their all summer and wiggled it towards Kinsay's new not ducknapped pet.
"Either of you in the need of a pick-me-up? Got plenty to snack on." he asked, surrendering the shoelace and pulling his back around front to get his camera out as he flopped into the seat opposite of Kinsay. "Mom packed your favorite too, Mercer."
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"Yeah?" Mercer snapped out of his absolute daze at ALL THE THINGS when Kinsay spoke to him, and he made squinty eyes at her before remembering he wasn't wearing his glasses. Those got fished from his pocket and he shoved them crookedly on his nose, and WHOA ALL THE THINGS WERE EVEN MORE DAZING. Weird how he sometimes just forgot that the world could be clearer if only he took the time.
"Oh, yeah! Look!" Mercer immediately climbed on his seat and started pulling things out of his bag to show Kinsay. And Cooper, although Cooper watched Mum pack it, so it wasn't as impressive, but STILL. "See, I got a wand? It CHOSE me, did you know? And my robes, but I won't put those on yet because my knees get hot. And look at this keen quill? It..." He shook it and it changed color. "And I have THREE colors of ink because I need... three. At least."
What else? Mercer stood there, on the bench, all his belongings everywhere, and he looked puzzled. "And Cooper has snacks. Can I see your kitten? It's quite small. Like... quite? Very very tiny. I will be so gentle. I held a newborn bunny one time because I found it by the loch, so I am SO gentle. Well. Dad held it and I did NOT poke it at all with my fingers." He absolutely poked the heck out of it, but it was fine.
It was over the moment Jimothy saw the shoelace appear. The tiny kitten made a leap for it and Kinsay, ill-prepared for such a situation, was not holding tightly enough to keep him in her arms. But little Jimmy was SCARED and didn't need to be playing with shoelaces. What he needed was to be hugged by someone he trusted. He needed to be told that everything would be okay and that he would be just fine, even though he had been separated from his siblings and forced to go to magic school that would give him nightmares and was chock-full of people and their pets, who would make it hard for him to breathe sometimes. He needed to believe that he could handle it even though he wasn't the strongest or the biggest or the best at cat stuff.
So as Mercer began an elaborate what's-in-my-bag show-and-tell, Kinsay slid off her chair and fussed about until she managed to capture the wiggly (and rather unimpressed), babiest kitten - though she was also mindful to look up and make sure she was watchful of everything M had to say. And because she loved Cooper more than the world, she wouldn't tell him off for causing baby Jimmy further distress.
Instead, from her new spot on the floor, she would be looking over at Mercer and trying very hard to support his energy. Even though it was kind of a lot. And she wasn't reaaaally in the mood. She smiled anyway. It didn't quite reach her eyes, but she was trying all the same. "That's really neat stuff, M - you're basically a whole adult now." But, really, there wasn't anything neat about wands, a lot of them didn't work. Nor was there anything neat about robes, they restricted stylistic choice and were so not fashionable. The ink was okay, until it dried weird or spilled all over your stuff. Mercer would learn all of this stuff with time. It wasn't fair of her to ruin it for him right away. Hogwarts liked to ruin things on it's own. She'd rather be the good guy.
So being the very supportive cousin she was, she was going to show Mercer that she supported all of it. It was important that he felt supported. Much like little Jimothy, who was so clearly scared out of his wits - Kinsay couldn't speak cat, but she knew. She could feel it. So when M asked to hold him, she was a little hesitant. Because the kitten was scared, you see. "Just be careful, he's nervous and not very good with boys," she lifted her arms to sit him on the seat beside her younger cousin.
And as for snacks? "No, thanks," she wasn't really hungry. But she also felt kind of guilty about saying no ... a feeling that she immediately tried to quiet. But. "Do you have anything sour?" Disappointing him was the last thing she wanted to do. She couldn't stand the thought.
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For the first time Moose cocked an eyebrow. It was not a common thing even he felt he would do. The longer he tried to figure this individual out the more strange Moose felt, and the weirder he felt the angrier he looked. So while his face looked to become more and more furious he kept the same level tone of voice from the get go with them. He had to try his best to keep his temper in check. "No, not really." He shrugged. Letting out a deep sigh to let out some tension with shrugging his shoulders. That felt better.
Holding a normal conversation was not going to be a thing with them was it? He noted their cold response. It was something he could catch onto when someone was talking to him when they would rather be elsewhere. He wasn't holding them here. They walked in when he spoke up to them. So if they felt threatened the door was behind them. Moose wasn't about trapping anyone in situations they couldn't get themselves out of. Okay well...some people, if he wasn't teasing with them to an extent. BUT IN GENERAL after his experience Moose preferred freedom over forced submission.
Wow...were they some kind of personified oracle? He narrowed his eyes into a glare. Then jabbed his wrapped up hand with his index finger pointed forward "I abandoned those when I became a Wizard."
"What's your name?" He asked them. This would be his invitation for them to stay. "I'm Moose, a Fifth Year Slytherin." He sat up straight from his seat and waited to see how else they would continue to surprise him.
Milo, head still turned partly to the side, quietly regarded the speaker. Face versus tone. Actions versus words. Despite the expression in evidence, he was not scared of this... moose. Mousse. Mouse. Mouth. House. Fifth year Slytherin. Threat was another matter entirely. A Vanished object.
As he so often did when interactions turned to the exchanging of names, Milo neglected to give his own. Usually that involved seeming as though he didn't know he was expected to introduce himself, but this time it was clear he intended to unabashedly ignore the question outright. "Became a wizard how?" he said instead, unguarding his pocket and slinging his shoes over his shoulder, so one hung down his back and the other in front. "I thought magic was innate."
With that, he reached up and, with a bunny hop to help him along (only a small one needed, being that he was a little lanky for his age), grabbed the upper frame of the compartment doorway. He hung there by his fingertips, which only just managed to find purchase, swung gently with the momentum of the train, and watched the moose/mousse.
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Trissa interpreted Ingrid's conversation with her as permission to enter the compartment. She removed her bag from her shoulder and placed it on the opposite side before she took a seat next to her book. "What's the story about?" she questioned, placing her finger on the cover. She didn't particularly enjoy reading, but if she wanted more friends to help her during the exam year, she had to show interest in the other, right?
"Which shop does your father work at?" or own? She realised that she knew almost nothing about the other girl apart from that they were both fifth years.
"O.W.L Preparation?" she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. "Uh... suuuuuure" She hadn't started her O.W.L prep yet. "I mean, i opened my textbooks...once. But then i got distracted by games of Exploding Snap with my sister" she replied sheepishly, scratching the back of her head before she let out a long groan at the thought of her upcoming year. "I should've paid more attention in classes" she now regretted it "But exams aren't until later in the year, so there's still time!" Think positive! "My main concern is Herbology" sigh.
"And what about you?" how much had she done to prepare for exams?
It was indeed an open invitation to join her in the compartment. Maybe it was the way she was raised or maybe it was just because she’d spent her life taking care of different magical creatures but for her, being welcoming and friendly just came naturally, almost as if she gave off an aura of welcomeness.
Looking down at the book quickly, she quickly held it up for the girl to take and read the title of ‘The Odyssey’. “It’s a classic muggle book. Really old book but it’s kind really interesting.” She wasn’t about to bore Trissa with a full of description of the blurb but giving her the book and letting her become interested on her own? A much smarter idea. Briefly, her mind wandered off into a future where they both read books together and discussed their favourite parts, but she quickly shut that down. Not everyone was as big of a nerd as she was.
“My father owns a Magical Menagerie shop in Edinburgh” she replied as her mind took her back to Edinburgh and her many years there. It was home. “He opened it before me and my brothers and sisters where born but now we all kind of help out there,” for the most part anyway. “Except my brother. He’s moved away,” she added at the end.
Not entirely convinced at her ‘Suuuuure’, Ingrid just laughed a little, brushing a stray piece of hair out of her eyes. “I haven’t done much yet either. Don’t worry,” which was a bit of a lie because she had a lot of her notes already written up and placed in a special binder, but no one needed to know that. “Oh, I am TERRIBLE at exploding snap so I don’t have that worry. I’m just too slow!” and as she talked, she mimed swatting her hand forward as if playing a game right now. Slow. As. A. Snail. “You can always study with me if you want? Maybe that’ll help you focus a bit more. You’ve still got lots of time though.”
And as for Herbology, “I might have some notes from last year or the year before if you want to duplicate them? I mean, my writing isn’t so bad that you can’t understand it.” Her writing was perfect. She’d be able to read it word for word. “I would say you could teach me how to be better at exploding snap but…I don’t think you can really teach reflexes,” slightly embarrassed at how slow she was at times when it came to her reactions. And also, because exploding snap just wasn’t something she cared about if she was really being honest.
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Milo, head still turned partly to the side, quietly regarded the speaker. Face versus tone. Actions versus words. Despite the expression in evidence, he was not scared of this... moose. Mousse. Mouse. Mouth. House. Fifth year Slytherin. Threat was another matter entirely. A Vanished object.
As he so often did when interactions turned to the exchanging of names, Milo neglected to give his own. Usually that involved seeming as though he didn't know he was expected to introduce himself, but this time it was clear he intended to unabashedly ignore the question outright. "Became a wizard how?" he said instead, unguarding his pocket and slinging his shoes over his shoulder, so one hung down his back and the other in front. "I thought magic was innate."
With that, he reached up and, with a bunny hop to help him along (only a small one needed, being that he was a little lanky for his age), grabbed the upper frame of the compartment doorway. He hung there by his fingertips, which only just managed to find purchase, swung gently with the momentum of the train, and watched the moose/mousse.
So what was Moose supposed to do now? Yet again he was left baffled by there actions. Blatantly refusing to offer up a name despite he himself giving his own...well...own given name. It did irritate him some but the strangeness of this individual was shockingly outweighing his anger. There was still a clenched fist once he retracted it from pointing at them.
He only watched as they then began to swing from the compartment door like a monkey, or lazy sloth to bothered to get all four of their limbs onto a branch. Take your pick.
"Are you new? Starting Hogwarts for the first time?" His eyes followed them as they swung back and forth.
"Well one day you're shouting about not wanting to go to your Grandfather's on his very porch, the next thing you know your Grandfather's gone up and vanished in front of everyone's eyes."
"Th-that's a good point." Moose said rather shocked. Why hadn't he thought of that. Wasn't that in some History of Magic lesson, or no...it didn't matter. Magic stole him from his normal, better, and less threatening non-magical life. "I'm muggleborn so magic was entirely new to me." Frankly there is still so much that is becoming new to him about this magical world.
So what was Moose supposed to do now? Yet again he was left baffled by there actions. Blatantly refusing to offer up a name despite he himself giving his own...well...own given name. It did irritate him some but the strangeness of this individual was shockingly outweighing his anger. There was still a clenched fist once he retracted it from pointing at them.
He only watched as they then began to swing from the compartment door like a monkey, or lazy sloth to bothered to get all four of their limbs onto a branch. Take your pick.
"Are you new? Starting Hogwarts for the first time?" His eyes followed them as they swung back and forth.
"Well one day you're shouting about not wanting to go to your Grandfather's on his very porch, the next thing you know your Grandfather's gone up and vanished in front of everyone's eyes."
"Th-that's a good point." Moose said rather shocked. Why hadn't he thought of that. Wasn't that in some History of Magic lesson, or no...it didn't matter. Magic stole him from his normal, better, and less threatening non-magical life. "I'm muggleborn so magic was entirely new to me." Frankly there is still so much that is becoming new to him about this magical world.
"Am I new," Milo repeated the question, considering it just as he considered the moose's clenched fist. Before he could embark on an exploration of the question, and then an exploration of the answer, he'd been provided with an elaboration. "Starting Hogwarts for the first time." Repetition was a valid form of answer. Easier too, though it wasn't consistent with the way he preferred to turn a phrase.
For a long moment, Milo went quiet again, a fairly absent expression on his face, which was now turned directly towards the moose. This kept happening, possibly because of the train situation, possibly because this was the new trend, a time of great change and movement; it's the most transient time of the year. Milo didn't know yet. Didn't know much about anything in that long, empty moment.
The long, empty moment ended, but he still kept his silence a little longer, swaying lightly in the doorframe, fingers burning. Muggles knew magic, or, rather, about magic. Milo knew this to be fact, from his experience in muggle schools. He also knew that they were frightened of it whenever it actually happened in front of them. Or to them. He looked at the moose a moment longer, then directed his eyes upwards, intently regarding the lamp hanging from the compartment ceiling. Synchronised.
"My grandfather doesn't have a porch."
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"Yeah?" Mercer snapped out of his absolute daze at ALL THE THINGS when Kinsay spoke to him, and he made squinty eyes at her before remembering he wasn't wearing his glasses. Those got fished from his pocket and he shoved them crookedly on his nose, and WHOA ALL THE THINGS WERE EVEN MORE DAZING. Weird how he sometimes just forgot that the world could be clearer if only he took the time.
"Oh, yeah! Look!" Mercer immediately climbed on his seat and started pulling things out of his bag to show Kinsay. And Cooper, although Cooper watched Mum pack it, so it wasn't as impressive, but STILL. "See, I got a wand? It CHOSE me, did you know? And my robes, but I won't put those on yet because my knees get hot. And look at this keen quill? It..." He shook it and it changed color. "And I have THREE colors of ink because I need... three. At least."
What else? Mercer stood there, on the bench, all his belongings everywhere, and he looked puzzled. "And Cooper has snacks. Can I see your kitten? It's quite small. Like... quite? Very very tiny. I will be so gentle. I held a newborn bunny one time because I found it by the loch, so I am SO gentle. Well. Dad held it and I did NOT poke it at all with my fingers." He absolutely poked the heck out of it, but it was fine.
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SPOILER!!: couzin squad
It was over the moment Jimothy saw the shoelace appear. The tiny kitten made a leap for it and Kinsay, ill-prepared for such a situation, was not holding tightly enough to keep him in her arms. But little Jimmy was SCARED and didn't need to be playing with shoelaces. What he needed was to be hugged by someone he trusted. He needed to be told that everything would be okay and that he would be just fine, even though he had been separated from his siblings and forced to go to magic school that would give him nightmares and was chock-full of people and their pets, who would make it hard for him to breathe sometimes. He needed to believe that he could handle it even though he wasn't the strongest or the biggest or the best at cat stuff.
So as Mercer began an elaborate what's-in-my-bag show-and-tell, Kinsay slid off her chair and fussed about until she managed to capture the wiggly (and rather unimpressed), babiest kitten - though she was also mindful to look up and make sure she was watchful of everything M had to say. And because she loved Cooper more than the world, she wouldn't tell him off for causing baby Jimmy further distress.
Instead, from her new spot on the floor, she would be looking over at Mercer and trying very hard to support his energy. Even though it was kind of a lot. And she wasn't reaaaally in the mood. She smiled anyway. It didn't quite reach her eyes, but she was trying all the same. "That's really neat stuff, M - you're basically a whole adult now." But, really, there wasn't anything neat about wands, a lot of them didn't work. Nor was there anything neat about robes, they restricted stylistic choice and were so not fashionable. The ink was okay, until it dried weird or spilled all over your stuff. Mercer would learn all of this stuff with time. It wasn't fair of her to ruin it for him right away. Hogwarts liked to ruin things on it's own. She'd rather be the good guy.
So being the very supportive cousin she was, she was going to show Mercer that she supported all of it. It was important that he felt supported. Much like little Jimothy, who was so clearly scared out of his wits - Kinsay couldn't speak cat, but she knew. She could feel it. So when M asked to hold him, she was a little hesitant. Because the kitten was scared, you see. "Just be careful, he's nervous and not very good with boys," she lifted her arms to sit him on the seat beside her younger cousin.
And as for snacks? "No, thanks," she wasn't really hungry. But she also felt kind of guilty about saying no ... a feeling that she immediately tried to quiet. But. "Do you have anything sour?" Disappointing him was the last thing she wanted to do. She couldn't stand the thought.
Oh...no...
Cooper knew that look...and that sort of smothering hug Kinsay was giving her cat. He had seen a similar look when she had disturbed the duck nest and 'adopted' an entire little flock of ducklings. Cooper hadn't the heart to point out to her that it was likely because of her presence that the mother duck had not returned to her ducklings back then, and he could not have known for certain anyway, but sometimes he wondered if he had performed a disservice that day. He wasn't about to flamboyantly point out that she was smothering Jimothy at the moment, but he had his ways of showing rather than telling regardless.
Maybe she and he needed another conversation on the back of Apollo, his favorite abraxan, sooner than later.
So when Kinsay scooped Jimothy up, he cocked his brow at her and slowly dragged the shoelace until it was back in his possession and tucked into his pocket properly. He didn't want to interrupt Mercer and his moment anyway.
Speaking of, not only had Cooper watched mum pack it, he had tried to tone down what all mum had wanted to put into it. Since his hands were now idle with Kinsay having a sort of separation anxiety from her own pet...within the confines of their compartment...that left the obvious fall back of his camera, which he had already intended on bringing out anyway so it was hardly a disappointment. Chuckling to himself as his little brother spoke, the seventh year adjusted the lens and snapped a couple of shots while Mercer pulled things out of his bag. A couple close ups on both Mercer and Kinsay later, Cooper found his cue to bring out the shoelace again.
"Here, give this a go, Mercer. Play is an essential part of the feline world and Jimothy needs the opportunity to play in order to learn vital adult skills," he smiled as he passed it over to his little brother. The camera was, of course, ready to take more pictures too. "It's the perfect way to form a bond too."
As to Kinsay's inquiry, his lips pursed and he leaned back to look in the little pastry box from mum. "There may be some sour cherry cannoli..." he speculated as he moved a couple of things around with his finger. Cherry was among his favorite and he was not keen on things that were too sweet. "...but I don't think that is the sort of sour you're looking for. But I'll go halfsies with you if you want."
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"Am I new," Milo repeated the question, considering it just as he considered the moose's clenched fist. Before he could embark on an exploration of the question, and then an exploration of the answer, he'd been provided with an elaboration. "Starting Hogwarts for the first time." Repetition was a valid form of answer. Easier too, though it wasn't consistent with the way he preferred to turn a phrase.
For a long moment, Milo went quiet again, a fairly absent expression on his face, which was now turned directly towards the moose. This kept happening, possibly because of the train situation, possibly because this was the new trend, a time of great change and movement; it's the most transient time of the year. Milo didn't know yet. Didn't know much about anything in that long, empty moment.
The long, empty moment ended, but he still kept his silence a little longer, swaying lightly in the doorframe, fingers burning. Muggles knew magic, or, rather, about magic. Milo knew this to be fact, from his experience in muggle schools. He also knew that they were frightened of it whenever it actually happened in front of them. Or to them. He looked at the moose a moment longer, then directed his eyes upwards, intently regarding the lamp hanging from the compartment ceiling. Synchronised.
"My grandfather doesn't have a porch."
Moose pushed both his hands through his hair and looked down from mild annoyance. They were just repeating him. Or were they? The last bit of that didn't sound as they he was just mimicking him, perhaps that was his answer? If that was the case. Moose would definitely pay attention to the Sorting Ceremony and get this kid's name. HA! Gotcha! You will be named soon enough Lazy Sloth Boy! He lifted his head up a small smirk was creasing across Moose's lips. Then it quickly faded because he had appearances to keep up.
Then there was silence... Only not true silence. The noise from other compartments could be heard. Pretty sure he heard the name Jimothy coming from somewhere and he rubbed his now bandaged hand. Aside from the muffled and many voices coming from around the train, the movement of the train it self kept the silence at bay as well as the occasional whistle. Sloth Boy's swaying from the compartment door too, an occasional creek could be heard from the door frame.
"Well, some houses don't have porches, some do. Some have backyards, some don't. Houses vary in all shapes and sizes, and what comes with them." Now THIS was a conversation, and not some cryptic speech.
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Mercer laid down on the seat until he was nose to nose with the kitten, giving Cooper and Kinsay time to discuss the snack situation. He would eat anything (and everything), and Cooper controlled their supplies, so he wasn't overly invested. He WAS invested in the kitten, though, and when it swiped at his nose, pushing a toe bean firmly against his face, he grinned. Maybe bled a tiny bit but mostly grinned.
"Hello, Jimothy. You don't have to be afraid of boys. Like some boys are bad, but also some girls are bad. Boys aren't necessarily rougher than girls, I don't think. Maybe in your experience...?" He laid the shoelace on the seat between them and Jimothy pounced on it. "I promise that Hogwarts is going to be the best place you'll ever be in your life, and if Kizzy is busy and you need help, I will always help you, OKAY?" He didn't have a little brother or younger cousin to make vows for, but he had a kitten. And that was something.
Mercer sat up a little. "What's the very best and first thing I should do? After I get to the castle and get sorted and find my room and put away all my things, I mean. What next?"
Moose pushed both his hands through his hair and looked down from mild annoyance. They were just repeating him. Or were they? The last bit of that didn't sound as they he was just mimicking him, perhaps that was his answer? If that was the case. Moose would definitely pay attention to the Sorting Ceremony and get this kid's name. HA! Gotcha! You will be named soon enough Lazy Sloth Boy! He lifted his head up a small smirk was creasing across Moose's lips. Then it quickly faded because he had appearances to keep up.
Then there was silence... Only not true silence. The noise from other compartments could be heard. Pretty sure he heard the name Jimothy coming from somewhere and he rubbed his now bandaged hand. Aside from the muffled and many voices coming from around the train, the movement of the train it self kept the silence at bay as well as the occasional whistle. Sloth Boy's swaying from the compartment door too, an occasional creek could be heard from the door frame.
"Well, some houses don't have porches, some do. Some have backyards, some don't. Houses vary in all shapes and sizes, and what comes with them." Now THIS was a conversation, and not some cryptic speech.
"I know," Milo said simply, adjusting his trajectory imperceptibly, so that he swung lightly back and forth rather than left to right. "I've seen houses before." Back and forth, back and forth, human pendulum. He had been referring more to the fact that the moose had referred to his own grandfather's porch as though it was Milo's.
Because that was, of course, the main takeaway from the moose's statement. At least from where Milo was standing.
Swaying.
There was another long stretch of silence from Milo, which he broke with no care as to what else was happening or being said at that moment, with one word. "Hufflepuff."
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Sirius looked at them through the curls in front of his eyes. He felt his shoulders lighten a little bit. They are trying to help him and it made him feel immediately safer. He nods at Saturn, slinking to the floor of the compartment. Meditating sounded like a smart move right about now. He had to pull himself together. They chose to come here after all. Siri crossed his legs under himself, gesturing with a nod of his head to Saturn to come down and join him on the floor. "It's cold as hell." He muttered, holding out his hands to his twin to hold.
"I like cold." Reminds as they slip down themselves. nearly knee to knee with their twin as their hands met. Clasped together. "Okay." breathe in. breathe out. "we release the negative. we gather the positive." breathe in. breathe out. "we accept what we cannot change. we change our heart's reflection." breathe in. breathe out.
They mind, caught up in mantra and the shifting energies of the compartment, began to calm. their heart rate slowed. the restlessness in their limbs quieting until there was harmony in their body.
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"I know," Milo said simply, adjusting his trajectory imperceptibly, so that he swung lightly back and forth rather than left to right. "I've seen houses before." Back and forth, back and forth, human pendulum. He had been referring more to the fact that the moose had referred to his own grandfather's porch as though it was Milo's.
Because that was, of course, the main takeaway from the moose's statement. At least from where Milo was standing.
Swaying.
There was another long stretch of silence from Milo, which he broke with no care as to what else was happening or being said at that moment, with one word. "Hufflepuff."
Moose's mouth was ajar. No no no no! You make more conversation with more words. Not just 'I know'. There was some benefit of the doubt laced into his words about Houses. He would hope that they'd know all this. He was hoping they'd just keep up the conversation a little more. That glimmer of hope was definitely gone though.
If there was any idea that they were confused with his story they should speak up. If context was needed say something. For goodness sake contribute more to this discussion they were both having. Instead of just swinging back and forth from the compartment door. "I'd figured you'd know." He sighed. Perhaps it wouldn't be such a bad idea to lift them off their swinging perch and shut the door on their faces.
Still yet, Moose pressed on.
"Hufflepuff?" Were they giving him an actually answer from his previous question? Wasn't his repetition of his own question the original answer? Context give some context!! "What about Hufflepuff? I know some good Badgers." Tried to capture and release one last term, unsure what happened to it....Probably got eaten by some Acromantula's in the Forrest. Poor bugger. Moose would have found a better spot to release them.
Moose's mouth was ajar. No no no no! You make more conversation with more words. Not just 'I know'. There was some benefit of the doubt laced into his words about Houses. He would hope that they'd know all this. He was hoping they'd just keep up the conversation a little more. That glimmer of hope was definitely gone though.
If there was any idea that they were confused with his story they should speak up. If context was needed say something. For goodness sake contribute more to this discussion they were both having. Instead of just swinging back and forth from the compartment door. "I'd figured you'd know." He sighed. Perhaps it wouldn't be such a bad idea to lift them off their swinging perch and shut the door on their faces.
Still yet, Moose pressed on.
"Hufflepuff?" Were they giving him an actually answer from his previous question? Wasn't his repetition of his own question the original answer? Context give some context!! "What about Hufflepuff? I know some good Badgers." Tried to capture and release one last term, unsure what happened to it....Probably got eaten by some Acromantula's in the Forrest. Poor bugger. Moose would have found a better spot to release them.
Milo's fingers, and now his arms, had ached past the point of pain, and had emerged into the plains of numbness. This was as much a benefit as it was a disadvantage; time would tell if that would balance out.
He continued to swing, eyes now riveted to the moose, unblinking.
Like a fish.
Binocular vision fish. Barreleye. Spook fish. Dead fish.
Milo was as poor at providing context as he was at sticking with a conversation he was less than invested in. Those who knew him best knew that, even if they were not attuned to it. He had never minded that most were not attuned to his thinking, and in fact preferred it that way, but explaining his thoughts and the trajectory of his thinking was about as easy as context and conversations.
"My grandfather's house." The one without a porch. "Hufflepuff."
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Oh...no...
Cooper knew that look...and that sort of smothering hug Kinsay was giving her cat. He had seen a similar look when she had disturbed the duck nest and 'adopted' an entire little flock of ducklings. Cooper hadn't the heart to point out to her that it was likely because of her presence that the mother duck had not returned to her ducklings back then, and he could not have known for certain anyway, but sometimes he wondered if he had performed a disservice that day. He wasn't about to flamboyantly point out that she was smothering Jimothy at the moment, but he had his ways of showing rather than telling regardless.
Maybe she and he needed another conversation on the back of Apollo, his favorite abraxan, sooner than later.
So when Kinsay scooped Jimothy up, he cocked his brow at her and slowly dragged the shoelace until it was back in his possession and tucked into his pocket properly. He didn't want to interrupt Mercer and his moment anyway.
Speaking of, not only had Cooper watched mum pack it, he had tried to tone down what all mum had wanted to put into it. Since his hands were now idle with Kinsay having a sort of separation anxiety from her own pet...within the confines of their compartment...that left the obvious fall back of his camera, which he had already intended on bringing out anyway so it was hardly a disappointment. Chuckling to himself as his little brother spoke, the seventh year adjusted the lens and snapped a couple of shots while Mercer pulled things out of his bag. A couple close ups on both Mercer and Kinsay later, Cooper found his cue to bring out the shoelace again.
"Here, give this a go, Mercer. Play is an essential part of the feline world and Jimothy needs the opportunity to play in order to learn vital adult skills," he smiled as he passed it over to his little brother. The camera was, of course, ready to take more pictures too. "It's the perfect way to form a bond too."
As to Kinsay's inquiry, his lips pursed and he leaned back to look in the little pastry box from mum. "There may be some sour cherry cannoli..." he speculated as he moved a couple of things around with his finger. Cherry was among his favorite and he was not keen on things that were too sweet. "...but I don't think that is the sort of sour you're looking for. But I'll go halfsies with you if you want."
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Mercer laid down on the seat until he was nose to nose with the kitten, giving Cooper and Kinsay time to discuss the snack situation. He would eat anything (and everything), and Cooper controlled their supplies, so he wasn't overly invested. He WAS invested in the kitten, though, and when it swiped at his nose, pushing a toe bean firmly against his face, he grinned. Maybe bled a tiny bit but mostly grinned.
"Hello, Jimothy. You don't have to be afraid of boys. Like some boys are bad, but also some girls are bad. Boys aren't necessarily rougher than girls, I don't think. Maybe in your experience...?" He laid the shoelace on the seat between them and Jimothy pounced on it. "I promise that Hogwarts is going to be the best place you'll ever be in your life, and if Kizzy is busy and you need help, I will always help you, OKAY?" He didn't have a little brother or younger cousin to make vows for, but he had a kitten. And that was something.
Mercer sat up a little. "What's the very best and first thing I should do? After I get to the castle and get sorted and find my room and put away all my things, I mean. What next?"
This was different. Well, it wasn't all the different because those ducks were also Kinsay's children, much like lil J, but. But it was just different. It was. So any vibes she picked up from Cooper went ignored. It was fine. Everything was just fine. Except that she wasn't really in the mood to have her picture taken. But. Whatever.
Kinsay was also reluctant to let Mercer play with Jimothy, but she tried not to hover and instead gave C her full attention- ... most of her attention- ... part of her full attention- ... She tried not to hover and, instead, gave C a sizeable chunk of her full attention. "Deal." He was right, sour cherry cannoli wasn't exactly what she had in mind. But. But it did sound good and she had kind of refused to eat before boarding the train. So. So maybe having half wouldn't hurt.
She wiggled in her seat, her fingers twitching as she looked at her baby kitten. He was too small for this world. Hogwarts would be so hard for him. Next year, she'd convince mum and dad to let them BOTH stay home. "Take a nap, that's what I do." Kinsay was quite serious. The first day was always the most exhausting. It was already exhausting. Even now.
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