─────Avery doesn't bother to hold in the sigh of relief at her admittance to the compartment, smile growing brighter at the prospect. "Oh man, thank you both. I was kind of dreading trying to find a seat, I won't lie." Carefully pulling her luggage into the compartment, she turns her smile to Keith for a moment as she crouches and lifts the trunk up into overhead compartment. "Pleasure to meet you, Keith. And thanks for the offer, but it's packed pretty light so it's not terribly heavy. There's far heavier lifting to be done back home on our farm," she muses.

Moving to settle into the free spot that was indicated, Avery twists slightly in the seat to be able to face both of the other students. "Good to meet you, EmmaLee," she greets, briefly turning her attention to the cat settling in the girls lap. "And you as well, Minx." She takes a moment to admire the adorable cat before looking back up and leaning against the compartment wall. "My name's Avery."

As the two speak, Avery finally takes a moment now that she's settled to look a bit closer at the other two students. An immense relief settles over her at the realization that they also seem to be first years. Though they were seated, she noted that she was far closer in height to Keith than she was to EmmaLee. As she listened, it became immediately apparent that they had prior experience with the wizarding world.

"I've still working on reading up on everything, so I can't say I know too much when it comes to the Houses yet. I come from a muggle family, so everything is still pretty new and...quite a bit of an adjustment." She pauses to think for a moment. "Based off of just what I've read, I think I'd enjoy either Hufflepuff or Gryffindor though." Reclining in her seat a little, Avery brings one long leg up to cross it across her lap, resting her ankle on the opposite knee and leaning forward to rest her arms atop the leg. "My family owns a small farm in Ireland, this is the first time I've really travelled outside the county."

Her gaze shifts to rest on the cat luxuriating in her owners lap. Blue eyes lift after a moment to observe the shorter girl. "I've played a bit of football with schoolmates on occasion," she states, a smiling crossing her features at the memory. Her eyes shift between Keith and EmmaLee. "I'll admit I don't know the first thing about what kinds of games wizards play. And I have absolutely no clue what in the world Quodpot is but it sounds like a delight. What all does it involve?" she asks, grinning expectantly.

"Now you write to me everyday now sunflower" Stefan says to Freya befor she boards the train "I'll definitely try to!" Freya replys cheerfully excited for her first year "Please be safe! And make good choices we can't have another Quillion" Diana said to freya worried about her school year.
"Hey! What did I do!?" Quillion asked while chewing on his snacks, it's a strange habbit if Quillion's to be chewing on snack that somehow always makes its way to him.
Freya laughs at this interaction and says "Don't worry mom I'll be as careful as i can be! Now can i finally go?" To which Stefan replys and says ''if you must" making a exaggerated sad face, "yeah I'm just gonna go" Freya says and smiles and gets on the train and waves her family a goodbye.

She gets on the train looking for a compartment to sit in when she spots one with two girls and a boy and knocks before entering ''hello! Mind if I sit?" She asks with a smile hoping she'll make new friends. All the faces in the compartment were intersting her and she could not wait for their answer and to be friends with them.

Keith sat looking at the two girls he was sharing a compartment with, he was really nervous now. He was hoping a boy would have come in, but the train was already getting ready to take off, so his hope was fading.

"My name is EmmaLee, and the cat next to Keith is mine. Her name is Minx."

Keith listens to EmmaLee introduce herself and Minx. Keith continued to pet Minx until she got up and walked over to EmmaLee. He turned to look at EmmaLee while she spoke again.

"She is very fluffy. I try really hard to take care of her. She has her own brush and everything."

He loved animals and was really glad to hear that the girl took care of her pets, some wizards had no care for their pets, so he was happy to hear she did. He listen to her talk about the games she likes to play,

"...My favorite sport is Quodpot." She said as she pet her cat.

Keith's face changed to a confused expression as he tilted his head, something he does when he is curious about something someone said or is doing. "What's Quodpot? Is it like Quidditch? How many people are on each team?" he asked. He blushed, "I'm sorry, I ask a lot of questions. Could you explain what Quodpot is, please?" He said looking at the floor.

"Pleasure to meet you, Keith. And thanks for the offer, but it's packed pretty light so it's not terribly heavy. There's far heavier lifting to be done back home on our farm," she muses.

Keith smiled, he was surprised to find someone who lived on a farm. He wondered where Avery was from. He watched Avery put her luggage away, she was strong, Keith had barely been able to lift his stuff up to the top compartment, and she lifted it like it was nothing. He turned and looked out the window, watching the walls go by as the train began to move.

Keith turns back to look at Avery as she begins to answer his question.

"I've still working on reading up on everything, so I can't say I know too much when it comes to the Houses yet. I come from a muggle family, so everything is still pretty new and...quite a bit of an adjustment." She pauses to think for a moment. "Based off of just what I've read, I think I'd enjoy either Hufflepuff or Gryffindor though."..."My family owns a small farm in Ireland, this is the first time I've really traveled outside the county."

Keith listened to Avery speak, really happy that he was able to talk to a muggle-born. Although his parents would not approve he was hoping to make friends with Avery. He wanted to be friends with both of them, they seemed very interesting.

Keith heard a knock on the door and turned to see a girl open the door.

''hello! Mind if I sit?" She asks with a smile

Keith shook his head yes, although there were no other boys in the compartment he was happy to have people to talk to. "My name is Keith" he said with a smile. he looked towards Avery, "This is Avery," then he looked at EmmaLee, "And this is EmmaLee, and her cat Minx" he said looking back at the girl, "And your name?"

(Yay! Freya's here.)

With Freya, the compartment is now full. Please do mind taking turns to reply as to not stress the others out about speedy responses. :3

EmmaLee chuckled as Avery effortlessly lifted her trunk into the overhead. She tapped her own trunk under her seat with the back of her foot. "An overhead compartment is short people's bane. Thank Merlin for tall people and under seat storage." She said, making a joke at her own expense. "It's nice to meet you Avery. I really like your short haircut. I'm not sure I could pull off the same." She continued, twirling the long white lock on the side of her face again.

"Well, at least we both can figure out Hogwarts together." EmmaLee said to Avery with a smile. "Both of my parents went to wizarding school in France and my stepfather went to school in America, so while I am not new to magic, I am new to this particular school. The only things I know about it is from what I read as well." She pondered a moment about the differences between non-magique and wizarding games and how to explain Quodpot.

"Well, I don't think non-magique games are all that different from wizard games except for the fact that we tend to um.... add a bit of flare. I guess." She said with a chuckle. "There's a couple of card games where the cards change or they explode. There's a sport called broom racing which is just having a race on brooms. Quidditch is a popular sport all around the world which is a bit like a mix of American football and soccer football that is done high up in the air on brooms." She explained, listing off a few of the games and sports she knew. She wasn't really much for sports expect Quodpot and that really had everything to do with the fact that the ball explodes.

As she was about to explain Quodpot, the door opened a third time to reveal another pretty girl with medium length brown hair. EmmaLee waved at the new comer and nodded at her question to join their compartment and at Keith's introduction of herself and Minx. "Of course, the more the merrier. Except, ah, I don't think we can fit any more after you." She said, with a small laugh. "We were just talking about what house we think we might get into, as we are all first years, and what our favorite games are. I was just explaining my favorite sport, Quodpot." She said turning back to Keith and Avery to answer their questions, chuckling a little at Keith's curiosity in particular.

"So, Quodpot is a variation of Quidditch that is basically only popular in America. It is played on a lower field with two vats of destabilizing potion on each end. There can be between three and 10 players on each team and a goalie. The quod is basically a quaffle that explodes and the goal is to get the quod into your vat before it explodes. If it explodes on you, you're out of the game." She explained to the compartment.

─────A chuckle escapes the muggle-born at EmmaLee's height joke. Upon the comment on her hair, Avery's cheeks darken slightly as one hand reaches up to make another attempt at smoothing down some of the more unruly strands. To no avail, per usual. "Oh, uh, thanks! I'd say it's a little easier to maintain, but it kinda has a mind of its own most days." She pauses a moment to peer at EmmaLee, seemingly deep in thought. "I dunno, I think you could probably pull it off if you ever decided. Your hair is pretty as is though!"

She can't deny the brief wave of relief that washes over her at the realization that, while she is the only one here new to the magical world, at least Hogwarts as a whole will also be new to someone else. Smiling slightly at Keith as his curiosity on the sport shows through, Avery turns her gaze back to EmmaLee to listen with rapt attention to the explanations on some of the magical games the girl knows of. Granted, the idea of exploding cards makes her slightly hesitant on what exactly it is that witches and wizards find as casual fun. She is able to reason with herself that it's not exactly like she's been around a lot of stuff that explodes in her life, so who knows. They might actually be onto something.

As some of the sports are explained, Avery breaks out into an excited grin. Though she didn't have too much experience with participating in sports back home, she always enjoyed the few chances she did have to play. "Quidditch sounds pretty wild, even before you add in the fact that it's on brooms. I tried playing rugby once with my brother and his friends, I was sore for a week afterwards. I'm definitely going to have to look into all of these some more this school year," she eagerly states.

Her attention is pulled away from the explanations by the sound of a knock and the compartment door opening before a new voice rings out. Sitting up straighter in her seat from where she'd slouched during their talking, Avery turns to look towards the girl that had entered, offering her a wide smile. "Yeah, you're absolutely welcome to join us." As Keith introduces her, she lifts a hand in a small wave.

As EmmaLee continues on with her explanation of Quodpot, Avery blinks and simply stares as she tries to imagine what this game must look like. While she can't say she knows what in the world a Quaffle is, there is the recurring theme of explosions in wizarding games to think about. "Is it...fairly common for games to involve so many explosions?" she chuckles. She allows another moment to ponder the idea of even just riding a broom before blue eyes turn back to regard the other three students. "What all do you guys like to do for fun?"

"oh! I know Quodpot my uncle really loves that game!" Freya says while coming in and sitting down "oh and it's very nice to meet you all" Freya says and smiles.

"what do you guys like to do for fun?"

She hears Avery say and replys "I write songs! And sometimes paint how about you all?" Freya asks excited to hear their answers. Freya has never been the best at making friends so it's refreshing and different for her to have people to talk to and hopefully have something's in common with them. She had two friends but they weren't ever really wishing the best for her.
"what houses do you wish to be sorted into? Are you excited about the ceremony?" she asks with the same smile and enthusiasm in her voice. While waiting for their response she loses her train her of thought and starts thinking of what house she hopes to be sort into, "i think I'll be sorted into Hufflepuff, or maybe Slytherin?" "I hope i won't get bullied if i get sorted into Slytherin" "will i make friends in Slytherin?? I hope i do" "Maybe I'll be a gryffindor?" "Mom will like me to be sorted in gryffindor and dad would love Slytherin!" "Uncle Quillion would love me to be sorted in ravenclaw! I guess time will tell!"

Keith was happy he had so many people to talk to, although he would have liked another boy to have been there. He listens to EmmaLee talk and laughed a bit when she talked about tall people. He loved being tall. He thought about what short hair would look like on her, "Avery is right, it looks pretty now, but if you wanted to cut it maybe to your shoulders would look good." He said.

Keith listened to the girls talk.

"Well, I don't think non-magique games are all that different from wizard games except for the fact that we tend to um.... add a bit of flare. I guess." She said with a chuckle.

He giggled with EmmaLee when she said that. She was right, they did add a lot of extraness.

He listened closely to EmmaLee explain Quodpot, it sounded very interesting. He turned to Avery and listened to her say something about rugby, one of his muggle friends played that game. Avery asked about sports,

"Is it...fairly common for games to involve so many explosions?"

Keith looked at her, "It's the norm for wizards, you'll get used to it." Keith said with a smile. He loved exploding things like watermelons with the muggle science since he wasn't allowed to use magic yet. He remembered one time in fourth grade they made a cake explode, it was awesome.

He watched as the newest girl sat down and said something about Quodpot. His aunt's wife, Madi, had said something about a Quodpot Player once, that was the only time he had ever heard anything about it.

"What all do you guys like to do for fun?"

Keith turned to Avery, "[color=#b442222]Oh, I like to draw. I'm hoping I'll have some time to draw the school. I also like to write about the things I do if they're worth writing about. What about you?[/color]"

"what houses do you wish to be sorted into? Are you excited about the ceremony?"

He turned to look at the new girl, "Um... I wish to be in Hufflepuff, though Gryffindor wouldn't be so bad. My parents want me in Slytherin, but I highly doubt I'd be sorted into that house. I'm a little nervous, but it will be fine. I don't think you told us your name..."

"I enjoy playing cello, singing, and solving mysteries." EmmaLee said to Avery, then turned to Freya and restated that she didn't know much about the houses or Hogwarts, but she thought she might fit in Ravenclaw.

EmmaLee turned to look out the window and smiled softly as everyone talked around her, turning from the rapidly passing view to make small comments every now and then and contribute to the conversation.

Minx, in pure lazy cat fashion, dozed on her lap for the entire trip, only to be disturbed the few times EmmaLee had to get up to get food, snacks, or go to the bathroom. Once she had bought some candy and snack, she offered some of it to Kieth, Avery, and Freya.

As the train roared on to the their destination, she watch the scenery contentedly, any residual nerves dissipating over the long hours of sitting and eating and talking. She stared out as the sky slowly turned bright blue, then red and orange as the sun set, then dark blue with the ever brilliant stars coming out one by one like little fireflies out the window. Eventually, the train chugged to a stop in Hogsmeade station and the whistle blew loud and strong to signal the end of their journey.

EmmaLee stood up and kneeled down to collect her things and maybe help the others collect their things if they needed assistance. "It was great talking to you all. I am very glad to have shared a compartment with you. I hope that we can meet up again once we've been sorted and classes have started." She said, with a smile to everyone. "Good luck."

Once her new friends had all of their things, she rolled her trunk down the train behind everyone else who was exiting. She tried to either keep up with her new friends or make sure that they kept up with her, but eventually she lost them all in the crowd. She frowned as she lost sight on the last one of them and looked to Minx, a little lost."Je suppose que nous les verrons vraiment plus tard." I guess we'll really see them later. She said to Minx, whom she had had to put in a cat carrier. Much to the animal's many protests.

Slowly, the crowd of students made their way off the train and as EmmaLee made her way down the steps herself, she could hear a woman calling to the first years to leave their things and head towards a dock and boats awaiting them.

"Je te verrai à l'école, Minx. Ne t'en fais pas." I'll see you at school, Minx. Do not worry. She said softly, putting her trunk and Minx's carrier next to the growing pile of everyone else's luggage, patting the carrier, and heading towards the boats.

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─────Avery leans forward from where she's seated as she listens to each of the other first years recount some of their interests with rapt attention, bobbing her head along a little. Blue eyes turn to Freya, mouth turned up in a smile. "That's super cool! Writing songs seems like it'd be really hard, but fun. My brother had just started teaching me to play guitar over the summer break. Not really that good at it yet," she states sheepishly. "But as far as Houses go, I don't suppose I'd be opposed to any specific one. I'm just excited to learn more about magic!"

Her attention shifts over towards Keith at his answer, nodding along. "That's awesome! On the bright side, if you don't finish your drawing this year, you'll have another six to try at least." It still baffled her a little bit that this was all reality and was to be her life for the next several years. At this rate though, she had little complaint as of yet.

Giving a low whistle at EmmaLee's answer, Avery lets her gaze shift between the other three with amusement. "I'm not even sure I've ever seen a cello. Everyone is so talented! Hopefully eventually I can claim being able to play guitar, but for now it's mostly just gardening. It can be pretty relaxing sometimes. Sometimes I'll just head out on a hike to burn some energy. Or reading, but it's not often I have a chance back home." She gives a small, indifferent shrug at the fact, cutting her rambling short.

As they continue through their conversations, she leans back against the seat, lifting one leg and tucking it close to rest her chin on. During the lulls in conversation, she allowed her attention to drift out the window to watch the countryside pass by. She was eventually startled from her thoughts by the loud whistle of the train. Realizing they were likely approaching their stop, a bolt of nerves seems to settle in her stomach despite her best attempts to tamp it down. It was fine, this was just another new adventure. The inner monologue didn't help much.

Standing and gathering her trunk from above, Avery flashes the other three, new friends she hopes, a bright smile. "It was great meeting you all! Hope to see everyone around, feel free to come hang out if we ever get the chance!" She departs with an enthusiastic wave, lugging her trunk through the train and out into the evening air. She follows the flow of other students, leaving her luggage with the belongings of the other first years before making haste to follow the voice in the distance calling for the first years. Despite the nerves bubbling in her chest, a small smile remained fixated in place.

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"Thank you Avery! I'm glad you think so! Many people just say that it's a dork thing" Freya rolls her eyes as she remembers all the mean and strange comments she got just for writing songs!
"writing songs is definitely weird, not hard when you know what you're writing about and if it means something or not you know?" she explains her experience with a smile and continues "That so cool! I'm learning guitar too! I'm not very good unfortunately but soon i hope ill be a great!"
Freya started learning guitar in August, she's made some progress since then but she has difficulty remembering cord names.

Um... I wish to be in Hufflepuff, though Gryffindor wouldn't be so bad. My parents want me in Slytherin, but I highly doubt I'd be sorted into that house. I'm a little nervous, but it will be fine. I don't think you told us your name..."

She hears Keith say and replys
"Hufflepuff is amazing! My favourite house out of all! I hope you get sorted in Hufflepuff too.
I'm nervous too if I'm honest, we're gonna have to be sorted infront of everyone.. that sounds like a challenge for us poor introverts" knowing how bad her anxiety gets in public situations it's a miracle she was able to ask for room in a compartment!
"Oh whoops I'm sorry! My name is Freya, Freya Fallon Augustus. I think you might have heard of my dad! Stefan Augustus!" she exclaims excitedly, Freya isn't sure if anyone sitting in the compartment knew about his dad but she decided to mention him anyway, she's very attached to her family and talking or bragging about them to people in general is like a way of pride for her.

And now it was time to leave. The moment Freya had been dreading since she got in.
Freya decides to lift her trunk and wishing everyone a goodbye before she goes out and freaks about getting sorted.
"It was definitely amazing meeting all of you! I really hope i see you arround Hogwarts! But till then Goodbye!"
And with that Freya heads out the door and looses herself in the crowd.

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