9 Mar 2018, 04:45
Compartment #8
Natasha could not believe her eyes. Her mother had told her about the Hogwarts Express but she never thought it would be this beautiful. This seemingly million foot long train stood in front of her, with its red and black colors popping out at her. Hogwarts Express was emblazoned on the front in gold, along with a white 5972. She stares at the majestically machine in awe. Chugachuga, choochoo, the train whistles. The smoke escapes from the inside and surrounds the whole train. She sees other students saying their goodbyes to their families, and turns around. There stands her tall mother, smiling knowingly at her. Daria knew that her daughter would be completely amazed, and the look on her face was so innocent and sweet. Natasha hugged her mom, almost suffocating her.
“Mama, I’m gonna miss you so much!” Natasha tearfully expresses.
“Me too, sweetheart, but I’ll see you at Thanksgiving! The whole family’s gonna miss you.” Daria consoles.
“Okay, see you soon! I miss you already, Mama.” The girl walks onto the train, waving goodbye to her mother. Nervous, Natasha looks for an empty compartment to hide out in. After a long while, she finds one near the back and enters. She tries to put her luggage on top, but all her books are too heavy and she ends up falling with a big thud. Defeated, she sits down, opens her book and becomes engrossed immiedately.
“10 minute call for Hogwarts Express! 10 minutes!” a voice announces. Natasha looks around for some sort of intercom but doesn’t find one. Of course, magic. Natasha chuckles to herself and diverts her eyes back to book. She hears a lot bustling outside the door, but pays no mind. She looks outside to see multiple running onto the bus and shakes her head. They should’ve come earlier, she remarks to herself. Looking outside for more latecomers, she doesn’t notice her compartment door open and shut.
“Mama, I’m gonna miss you so much!” Natasha tearfully expresses.
“Me too, sweetheart, but I’ll see you at Thanksgiving! The whole family’s gonna miss you.” Daria consoles.
“Okay, see you soon! I miss you already, Mama.” The girl walks onto the train, waving goodbye to her mother. Nervous, Natasha looks for an empty compartment to hide out in. After a long while, she finds one near the back and enters. She tries to put her luggage on top, but all her books are too heavy and she ends up falling with a big thud. Defeated, she sits down, opens her book and becomes engrossed immiedately.
“10 minute call for Hogwarts Express! 10 minutes!” a voice announces. Natasha looks around for some sort of intercom but doesn’t find one. Of course, magic. Natasha chuckles to herself and diverts her eyes back to book. She hears a lot bustling outside the door, but pays no mind. She looks outside to see multiple running onto the bus and shakes her head. They should’ve come earlier, she remarks to herself. Looking outside for more latecomers, she doesn’t notice her compartment door open and shut.
STA: 5; A: 5; STR: 6; CON: 3; AP: 3; ACC: 8
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I will not be a flower picked only for my beauty. I will be wild, difficult to find and impossible to forget. -Erin Van Vuren
9 Mar 2018, 21:57
Compartment #8
Cynthia Evans and her parents appeared on Platform Nine And Three-Quarters to see a long, scarlet train. On the front of the engine were the words “Hogwarts Express” and the number 5972. The platform was crowded with students, families and luggage being loaded onto the train. Cynthia stood on the platform saying goodbye to her parents. She was going to miss them dearly, but would be able to go home for some of the holidays. She stood hugging her parents tightly and said sadly, “I wish you could come with me. I’m going to miss you a lot.”
“Now Cynthia, you are going to have the time of your life at Hogwarts. You’ll make new friends and learn more magic than you already know now. We can’t wait to hear how much you’ve learned,” her father said reassuringly. She hugged her father again, even tighter than before. Then she turned to her mother. “Write to us every week and we shall send you weekly packages. I won’t tell you what we’re going to put in the packages. We want you to be surprised,” she told her.
A whistle blew loudly to signal the train would be leaving soon. Cynthia turned back to her parents. “I’ll see you both at Christmas. Until then, I’ll miss you,” Cynthia replied as she hugged her parents one last time before boarding the Hogwarts Express. Cynthia always liked riding on trains and this one seemed just as magical. She waved goodbye to her parents and boarded the train.
Several compartments were already filled with students and their friends. Cynthia walked along looking for one that was not crowded. She came upon on with only one girl who she thought could use some company on the long train journey. Cynthia opened the compartment door and stepped inside. “Do you mind? Everywhere else is full,” she asked the girl, hoping she could sit with her.
“Now Cynthia, you are going to have the time of your life at Hogwarts. You’ll make new friends and learn more magic than you already know now. We can’t wait to hear how much you’ve learned,” her father said reassuringly. She hugged her father again, even tighter than before. Then she turned to her mother. “Write to us every week and we shall send you weekly packages. I won’t tell you what we’re going to put in the packages. We want you to be surprised,” she told her.
A whistle blew loudly to signal the train would be leaving soon. Cynthia turned back to her parents. “I’ll see you both at Christmas. Until then, I’ll miss you,” Cynthia replied as she hugged her parents one last time before boarding the Hogwarts Express. Cynthia always liked riding on trains and this one seemed just as magical. She waved goodbye to her parents and boarded the train.
Several compartments were already filled with students and their friends. Cynthia walked along looking for one that was not crowded. She came upon on with only one girl who she thought could use some company on the long train journey. Cynthia opened the compartment door and stepped inside. “Do you mind? Everywhere else is full,” she asked the girl, hoping she could sit with her.
9 Mar 2018, 22:15
Compartment #8
Boarding the Hogwarts Express, Cameron felt alone. He slightly doubted going to Hogwarts but he didn't want his parents dreams to be crushed. He got on the train and made his way walking down the isle looking in various compartments till he came to one. Opening the compartment door he entered and sat down as he looked out the window. The parents continued to wave their sons and daughters goodbye, some scolding them, others reminding them to write every week. Shaking his head he was glad his parents weren't as dramatic when they dropped him off. He heard someone enter his compartment as he looked up and smiled at the student. "It's not taken, come on in!" Cameron smiled as he helped the student get his bag on the upper shelf above the seats as the student sat across from him. "I'm Cameron and this is my first year at Hogwarts." He smiled at the student and gestured towards the window. "Lot of parents are here I reckon mine left yet. Probably running round where I'm sitting." Cameron shook his head and snickered at the thought. He was glad to be an only child and being away from home would be an adventure.
Cameron Harper
14 Mar 2018, 21:31
Compartment #8
"Are you sure you looked over the whole requirements list? Did you check it again?" Shouted a concerned little red-headed woman as she was dragged along by her dearest son.
"Yes, mum." The dear son grumbled with an exasperated sigh.
"Oh, but did you remember to color code the sections of your books? Oh, dear." She turned to the man at her side, a silent, rather cold-looking fellow with brown hair that was thinning near the top. "Perhaps we should go back and get more of those colorful little stickers."
"I'm fine, mum. If we go back now, I'll miss the train!" The son loudly complained.
"Oh, my heavens! Let's hurry!" She kept up pace with her son, leaving her husband to walk far behind them.
"It's this one." Jason said with determination, reeling back, ready to plow his way into Platform 9¾.
"Alright... honey..." His kind mother said, gasping for breath. "Off you go." She smiled sadly.
Jason smiled back at her, widely and proudly, then went soaring off.
"Oh! DON'T FORGET TO WRITE! EAT YOUR VEGETABLES! IF SOMEONE IS RUDE TO YOU--" Before she finished her slew of warnings, he had made his way to the famous platform, all kinds of anxiety wriggling around in his chest.
How exciting and terrifying an experience this was. Seven whole years of nothing but becoming better at magic. That surely was an inviting sentiment; however, he was mortified of the failure that was an equal possibility. Still, he wasn't one to quit something just because of some risk.
He jumped onto the train, naturally finding the compartment with the fewest people, and silently made his way inside, finding the first seat available and immediately looking away from any prodding eyes. Risks, he could take. People, perhaps not.
"Yes, mum." The dear son grumbled with an exasperated sigh.
"Oh, but did you remember to color code the sections of your books? Oh, dear." She turned to the man at her side, a silent, rather cold-looking fellow with brown hair that was thinning near the top. "Perhaps we should go back and get more of those colorful little stickers."
"I'm fine, mum. If we go back now, I'll miss the train!" The son loudly complained.
"Oh, my heavens! Let's hurry!" She kept up pace with her son, leaving her husband to walk far behind them.
"It's this one." Jason said with determination, reeling back, ready to plow his way into Platform 9¾.
"Alright... honey..." His kind mother said, gasping for breath. "Off you go." She smiled sadly.
Jason smiled back at her, widely and proudly, then went soaring off.
"Oh! DON'T FORGET TO WRITE! EAT YOUR VEGETABLES! IF SOMEONE IS RUDE TO YOU--" Before she finished her slew of warnings, he had made his way to the famous platform, all kinds of anxiety wriggling around in his chest.
How exciting and terrifying an experience this was. Seven whole years of nothing but becoming better at magic. That surely was an inviting sentiment; however, he was mortified of the failure that was an equal possibility. Still, he wasn't one to quit something just because of some risk.
He jumped onto the train, naturally finding the compartment with the fewest people, and silently made his way inside, finding the first seat available and immediately looking away from any prodding eyes. Risks, he could take. People, perhaps not.
17 Mar 2018, 22:40
Compartment #8
Cynthia walked over to an empty seat and sat down beside the window so she could look out at the passing scenery. She was already starting to miss her parents, but she also knew that once she got settled into her new school routine, she would not miss them as much. They promised to write to each other every week. Her parents would send her packages every week. The packages would be greatly appreciated and possibly shared with her dorm-mates and the new friends she would make at her new school.
She thought of all the classes she would be taken and the things she would be learning. She was most looking forward to her new Potions class as it was her favorite thing to learn. She knew how to brew simple potions and could brew a few advanced potions such as luck potions. She wondered what her professors would be like. She hoped they would be nice.
Her parents had given her a small money pouch with wizard money to buy some snacks on the train. She hoped there would be chocolate frog for sale. For now, she sat quietly looking out the window before turning to the other student sitting with her. “My name is Cynthia Evans. How do you do?” she asked politely.
She thought of all the classes she would be taken and the things she would be learning. She was most looking forward to her new Potions class as it was her favorite thing to learn. She knew how to brew simple potions and could brew a few advanced potions such as luck potions. She wondered what her professors would be like. She hoped they would be nice.
Her parents had given her a small money pouch with wizard money to buy some snacks on the train. She hoped there would be chocolate frog for sale. For now, she sat quietly looking out the window before turning to the other student sitting with her. “My name is Cynthia Evans. How do you do?” she asked politely.