Clunks Of Trunks PV Verla & Attumn Abandoned

"No no dear, I'm sure both of your parents are waiting for you, you two run along now." Verla's mother said. Verla scoffed and she almost felt like she was going to get slapped. But surprisingly, she didn't. 

Verla turned to her new friends and asked them if they wanted to stay or go, and how it wasn't up to the parents who abandoned her. From then on, she began to ignore her parents.

As the people cleared out, Verla began looking on the ground again. She tried to hear for the ticking, but too many trains around. Verla felt as though this were hopeless. She had no hope left after getting kicked in the face. "Just ignore my parents, they don't love me any way." She told her new friends. If they were wise, they would listen to her. She watched as they both began to help. When there was a train gone, she checked the train tracks, nothing. She let out a growl of frustration. 

What was she going to do if she couldn't find the necklace. Her mother had once told her that an angel was assigned to the necklace to protect her. She didn't believe it, but just because she didn't, didn't mean it wasn't true.

She watched the mob of students slowly turn into specks on people here and there. Some frantic about the whereabouts of their children and some hugging their friends a final goodbye until next year. Most seemed happy to leave Hogwarts, she wasn't.

Emma loved the defiance of Verla, especially in front of her friends. Several times she had spoken out of turn and she had been burned for it, well, not literally. She tried putting herself in her shoes, they were very tight on her as if her jeans had been five sizes too small. Tight wasn't the word she was looking for, it was restricting.

It felt strange to be defying someone other than her own parents. She didn't know if she should have stayed with the Hufflepuff, or made a decent impression with her parents. If only there were some way to do both. Though her mind was set on one task, she metamorphically planted her feet into the without, though she was sure not to stomp. It was more of a pivot in her own location to try and locate her family. Sure enough, they had been there, but how would Mrs. Harness know?

It wasn't hard to tell the difference between her father and herself since her mother couldn't enter the barrier, she presumably waiting near Platform Nine. He had the same dark brown hair and eyes, the only difference was height.

"I was just going to hang out here for a bit, my parents aren't here yet." She said, shrugging with a light sigh to justify her lie. "I have nothing else to do, please, let me help her," she added to Verla's parents, almost pleading.