6 Aug 2018, 11:45
The Journey To Hogwarts
Pulling her big trunk behind her, Amber made her way through the Hogwarts Express until she had found an empty compartment. She had to admit, she had been too shy to just burst into someone else‘s compartment only to make some new friends.
The girl sighed. „Hopefully someone will burst into my compartment“, she thought while stowing her suitcase under the seat.
Kind of lost in thoughts, she sat down by the window and made herself comfortable.
Her glance wandered over the room while she examined what lay before her. The compartment had two rows of bench-like seats which were facing each other, each of them with a shelf for trunks and bags, only a few feet above it. Although it was kept quite clean, one could easily spot that many students had also been on this exact train years and years before her.
Wondering whether someone would refuse to sit next to her if she looked busy, Amber played with the notebook in her hands.
She really wanted someone to join her, but she also really wanted to write down her new story idea before she forgot.
After carefully weighing each side in her head, she finally chose the second option.
She just needed to be quick, and nobody would notice.
The girl sighed. „Hopefully someone will burst into my compartment“, she thought while stowing her suitcase under the seat.
Kind of lost in thoughts, she sat down by the window and made herself comfortable.
Her glance wandered over the room while she examined what lay before her. The compartment had two rows of bench-like seats which were facing each other, each of them with a shelf for trunks and bags, only a few feet above it. Although it was kept quite clean, one could easily spot that many students had also been on this exact train years and years before her.
Wondering whether someone would refuse to sit next to her if she looked busy, Amber played with the notebook in her hands.
She really wanted someone to join her, but she also really wanted to write down her new story idea before she forgot.
After carefully weighing each side in her head, she finally chose the second option.
She just needed to be quick, and nobody would notice.
Last edited by Amber Wood on 21 Aug 2018, 21:14, edited 1 time in total.
*ೃ༄
happiness can be found, even in the darkest of times, if one only remembers to turn on the light ♡
6 Aug 2018, 20:19
The Journey To Hogwarts
Morgan forcibly let go of her father's hand before entering the Express. "Dad, I'll be fine. I'm a witch, remember?" She said, gently touching his shoulder. Charlie whimpered, "You be good there," he whispered to her. "Don't let others be mean to you." Morgan nodded, but she was also a little skeptical. All the students were wizards and witches, just like herself. Why would anyone bother to bully others?
"Can I take my phone with me?" She complained, knowing fairly well what the answer was. Sure enough, her dad shook his head. "Electronic devices don't work inside Hogwarts, you know that. Just shoot me a school owl if anything happens to you, alright. If ANYTHING happens to you." "Yes, sir." she jokingly replied as she headed to the Hogwarts Express.
"Dang." She mumbled, noticing she was one of the last to enter; most of the compartments were full. Morgan glanced at the students in the compartments with the corner of her eyes, walking past them at a moderate speed. Most of them seemed older than her, all laughing and chatting already with the friends they've probably made last year. Some of the students did look like first-years but they have found their friends already, giggling as they introduce themselves to one another.
Morgan hoped she'd find an empty compartment. She got dizzy in vehicles quickly and the cure was solitude, she believed. She sighed, realizing her best buddy (headphones) won't accompany her in this little trip of hers. Having gotten a little tired of searching, she opened the next compartment she could reach, which was mostly empty.
A brown-haired girl was sitting there, scribbling some words in her notebook. First-year, Morgan assumed the witch to be in a similar position as she was.
"Hey, do you mind if I sit here?" she asked, scratching her head.
"Can I take my phone with me?" She complained, knowing fairly well what the answer was. Sure enough, her dad shook his head. "Electronic devices don't work inside Hogwarts, you know that. Just shoot me a school owl if anything happens to you, alright. If ANYTHING happens to you." "Yes, sir." she jokingly replied as she headed to the Hogwarts Express.
"Dang." She mumbled, noticing she was one of the last to enter; most of the compartments were full. Morgan glanced at the students in the compartments with the corner of her eyes, walking past them at a moderate speed. Most of them seemed older than her, all laughing and chatting already with the friends they've probably made last year. Some of the students did look like first-years but they have found their friends already, giggling as they introduce themselves to one another.
Morgan hoped she'd find an empty compartment. She got dizzy in vehicles quickly and the cure was solitude, she believed. She sighed, realizing her best buddy (headphones) won't accompany her in this little trip of hers. Having gotten a little tired of searching, she opened the next compartment she could reach, which was mostly empty.
A brown-haired girl was sitting there, scribbling some words in her notebook. First-year, Morgan assumed the witch to be in a similar position as she was.
"Hey, do you mind if I sit here?" she asked, scratching her head.
And that's what I thought; but a talking snake made a lady eat an apple so we're screwed
STA: 5| AGL: 5| STR: 1| CTL: 7| AP: 7| ACC: 5
6 Aug 2018, 23:22
The Journey To Hogwarts
After giving her mother one last hug, Muriel dragged her trunk onto the Hogwarts Express. Everything was moving much faster than she liked; it only seemed like five minutes ago she was still in her small town, peacefully watching the grass grow. But now, she’d been rushed from home to a huge city, taken through several secret passages, had the most interesting shopping spree of her life, and was now loading onto the hugest train she’d ever seen that was located in yet another secret place. The fact was... it was all very overwhelming.
As Muriel walked down the aisle, she was shocked about the amount of people on board. Most of them looked older than her, so she chose to avoid them as much as possible. Unfortunately, there seemed to no longer be a single empty compartment left. Getting more stressed by the second, she concluded that she’d just have to step out of her comfort zone and go sit by some strangers. That was when she looked to her left and saw an open compartment with a girl already inside and another standing outside, holding the door open. They both seemed to be around her age, which made her feel a little bit better, but she was still very nervous nonetheless.
As Muriel walked down the aisle, she was shocked about the amount of people on board. Most of them looked older than her, so she chose to avoid them as much as possible. Unfortunately, there seemed to no longer be a single empty compartment left. Getting more stressed by the second, she concluded that she’d just have to step out of her comfort zone and go sit by some strangers. That was when she looked to her left and saw an open compartment with a girl already inside and another standing outside, holding the door open. They both seemed to be around her age, which made her feel a little bit better, but she was still very nervous nonetheless.
“...C-could you make room for another as well?” Muriel forced herself to ask as well, approaching the two of them. She never was the confident, outgoing type, and her hands were already trembling from the whole situation. However, she shoved them into her hoodie pocket and gave a small, timid smile. You’re fine, you’re fine. Just keep smiling. Everything will be okay...“Hey, do you mind if I sit here?”
Stamina: 8; Agility: 8; Strength: 5; Control: 9
8 Aug 2018, 16:30
The Journey To Hogwarts
Platform nine and three quarters. Obviously, she knew how to get onto the platform, but looking at the solid wall in front of them now, it just seemed so stupid. How could they possibly run through a brick wall? It just didn't seem right. And Aaron was by her side, telling her how to do it, again, but she wasn't listening, just regarding the wall silently. She frowned at it, and out of the corner of her eye watched Atticus say something to Chelsea with a grin. How dare he! She knew he was laughing at her. It wasn't her fault! She hadn't been allowed to come to the platform when Atticus had gone for his first year. Besides, he was the one who had refused to go first.
It was his laughter that spurred her into action. Sticking her tongue out at her cousin, she stared the wall down with determination and broke into a run towards the wall. It was an odd sensation, keeping her eyes open - one moment it was there and the next it simply wasn't, and she was looking onto a bustling platform with a huge scarlet train sitting on the tracks. Children left and right of all ages were streaming onto it, and getting help with their luggage.
"Wow," Bri breathed, unable to contain the thought. Unfortunately, she spent just a little too long admiring, because she was still standing in the way when Atticus came barrelling through - at least he had only gone at a jog. His trolley crashed into hers and the contents of both trolleys went everywhere. Bri glared at him, unable to stop the slight pink that rose to her cheeks when she noticed people around her staring at their commotion. She liked attention usually, but preferred it to not be for clumsy sort of situations.
Uncle Aaron came through just as Bri managed to haul her suitcase back onto the trolley - man, it was heavy - and raised an eyebrow at both of them. Bri pointed accusingly at Atticus. "He came bursting through the barrier like a madman and flew straight into me!"
"Well, maybe you should have moved out the way if you didn't want to be hit!" Atticus retorted.
"Hit?! I was basically run over by you, you git! At least a sorry would be nice!"
"You were in my way! Why should I say sorry for you not moving fast enough? You know, my stuff went everywhere too!"
Oliver stepped in and stopped the argument quickly and then he and Aaron helped Bri onto the train with her large case - which caused a lot of angry muttering from Atticus, as he was left to do his case on his own. Chelsea, bless her cotton socks, really did try to help, but there was only so much a seven-year-old could do.
"Alright, you guys can wave out the window as you leave, but you'd better find yourselves a compartment now - it's nearly eleven," said Aaron.
"Both of you are going to write, right?" Oliver added and both Bri and Atticus nodded obediently. Truthfully, neither of them minded that much, they were both so close to Oliver and enjoyed telling him of their adventures - though Bri was more prone to those than Atticus.
"And write to me too!" Piped Chelsea. Bri grinned and hugged her little sister, and then let Atticus do the same.
"Alright," she said after a moment. "I'm off to find myself a compartment."
"What," said Atticus. "Not going to stick to me like glue - like usual? Who are you and what have you done with Bri?" Bri punched his arm.
"Well, I'm not going to make friends if I hang around you, am I? I've gotta make some first year friends like me, y'know." And so Bri began hauling her case down the train, looking for a compartment. She didn't see any fully free ones, but that wasn't what she was after anyway. Eventually, though, she came across a compartment with one girl inside, and two standing outside looking slightly worried looking and Bri grinned. Definitely first years. And there was only three of them - so there was definitely room for her. She'd checked out some of the other compartments as she came past, and noted there seemed to be four seats and luggage racks above. The girl closed to Bri asked if room could be made for her.
"Hi!" she said from behind the girl who'd spoken as she came close enough. "Do you mind if I join you guys as well? This is my first year." She stopped herself just short of saying "too" lest she had been wrong about her assumption. She didn't want to embarrass herself. She waited vaguely for an answer, but didn't really expect anyone to say no, so she let go of her trunk, and slipped past the girl at the door and up onto one of the seats.
"Did you guys want to pass me your cases? I can help put them up here if you'd like." Not that she was showing off or anything - but obviously the best way to make friends was to impress them, right? Hopefully, they'd pass her her case too - she'd rather it didn't get left out in the hallway for too long and she didn't know if she could lift it all the way from the floor on her own.
It was his laughter that spurred her into action. Sticking her tongue out at her cousin, she stared the wall down with determination and broke into a run towards the wall. It was an odd sensation, keeping her eyes open - one moment it was there and the next it simply wasn't, and she was looking onto a bustling platform with a huge scarlet train sitting on the tracks. Children left and right of all ages were streaming onto it, and getting help with their luggage.
"Wow," Bri breathed, unable to contain the thought. Unfortunately, she spent just a little too long admiring, because she was still standing in the way when Atticus came barrelling through - at least he had only gone at a jog. His trolley crashed into hers and the contents of both trolleys went everywhere. Bri glared at him, unable to stop the slight pink that rose to her cheeks when she noticed people around her staring at their commotion. She liked attention usually, but preferred it to not be for clumsy sort of situations.
Uncle Aaron came through just as Bri managed to haul her suitcase back onto the trolley - man, it was heavy - and raised an eyebrow at both of them. Bri pointed accusingly at Atticus. "He came bursting through the barrier like a madman and flew straight into me!"
"Well, maybe you should have moved out the way if you didn't want to be hit!" Atticus retorted.
"Hit?! I was basically run over by you, you git! At least a sorry would be nice!"
"You were in my way! Why should I say sorry for you not moving fast enough? You know, my stuff went everywhere too!"
Oliver stepped in and stopped the argument quickly and then he and Aaron helped Bri onto the train with her large case - which caused a lot of angry muttering from Atticus, as he was left to do his case on his own. Chelsea, bless her cotton socks, really did try to help, but there was only so much a seven-year-old could do.
"Alright, you guys can wave out the window as you leave, but you'd better find yourselves a compartment now - it's nearly eleven," said Aaron.
"Both of you are going to write, right?" Oliver added and both Bri and Atticus nodded obediently. Truthfully, neither of them minded that much, they were both so close to Oliver and enjoyed telling him of their adventures - though Bri was more prone to those than Atticus.
"And write to me too!" Piped Chelsea. Bri grinned and hugged her little sister, and then let Atticus do the same.
"Alright," she said after a moment. "I'm off to find myself a compartment."
"What," said Atticus. "Not going to stick to me like glue - like usual? Who are you and what have you done with Bri?" Bri punched his arm.
"Well, I'm not going to make friends if I hang around you, am I? I've gotta make some first year friends like me, y'know." And so Bri began hauling her case down the train, looking for a compartment. She didn't see any fully free ones, but that wasn't what she was after anyway. Eventually, though, she came across a compartment with one girl inside, and two standing outside looking slightly worried looking and Bri grinned. Definitely first years. And there was only three of them - so there was definitely room for her. She'd checked out some of the other compartments as she came past, and noted there seemed to be four seats and luggage racks above. The girl closed to Bri asked if room could be made for her.
"Hi!" she said from behind the girl who'd spoken as she came close enough. "Do you mind if I join you guys as well? This is my first year." She stopped herself just short of saying "too" lest she had been wrong about her assumption. She didn't want to embarrass herself. She waited vaguely for an answer, but didn't really expect anyone to say no, so she let go of her trunk, and slipped past the girl at the door and up onto one of the seats.
"Did you guys want to pass me your cases? I can help put them up here if you'd like." Not that she was showing off or anything - but obviously the best way to make friends was to impress them, right? Hopefully, they'd pass her her case too - she'd rather it didn't get left out in the hallway for too long and she didn't know if she could lift it all the way from the floor on her own.