time - n/a	school robes - outfit
date - n/a	none - accessories
interacting with - @Kim Sato	@name name - mentioning

Sirin let out a sigh of relief.
"Thank you so much! I'll gladly sit anywhere, so long as I don't have to carry these bags for any longer!"
She was grateful for the tall boy, apparently, also from what Sirin had heard, was named Kim. She also noticed that they were holding sweets---and quite a few of them. Sirin was notorious for her sweet tooth, and couldn't help but ask,
"What are all the sweets for? Bake sale?"
She wasn't quite sure if they would know what a bake sale was, but Sirin distinctly remembered hosting them often in muggle London. They also reminded her of the cakes, cookies, and candies that
her mother made for her back in China. Most distinctly, the 白兔 white rabbit candies that her mother would often get. To be honest, Sirin wasn't quite sure why these memories were rushing back to her. Homesickness, perhaps. Sirin's bags were getting annoying, so she adjusted her position a bit, trying to hold as much as she could. She'd brought a duffle bag, with some chocolate frogs, her galleons, and some paper for drawing. Unnecessary, but Sirin had insisted on bringing it along and was now starting to regret it. Her main suitcase was full of clothes, posters, pictures, and stationary, which, though they don't seem like it, are actually very heavy. She also had a small purse and another tote bag for miscellaneous items. Why, why, why had she brought so much unnecessary stuff? It was starting to get a little embarrassing.

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As Elsian showed his messy hair, Samantha giggled softly. Her friend's hair was indeed way worse than hers. "Yeah, your hair looks amazing, only a few are blessed with such a mess," she admitted. Trying to mess up his hair, more than it already was, she stood on the tips of her toes as her hand reached out to the idiot's head. Sadly, due to her small size and the boy's long height, she wasn't able to mess his hair up and defeatedly lowered her hand. "You are too tall, are you sure you aren't part-giant or something?" she teased the boy.

Boyfriend, Elsi had said it like it was nothing. Boyfriend, the word repeated itself in the young girl's head as her cheeks turned into Gryffindor's house color. She slapped away the threatening finger that was way too close to her precious hair as she continued her story, now with a bright red face. When the older boy called her another version of feathers, the brunette wondered why she was even friends with him. He couldn't even listen to her story without being an absolute drama queen. Admittingly, his dramatic ways and the constant bantering between the two were actually her favorite things about their friendship. The innocent girl happily took the extra box Elsian handed to her as he told her to share it with her friends. The more sweets, the better.

Having been mostly focused on Elsian, the brunette hadn't paid attention to the others around her. She only noticed Kim, the boy from the lake who had saved Quinn from drowning, and an unknown first-year standing a bit further away, when the youngest student said something. Both of the younger students would receive a small smile from the prefect as she greeted them with a friendly "hi" before focusing back on the box Elsian had given her. Samantha overheard Kim kindly answer the girl's question and soon call out her name to get her attention.

Turning her attention away from her friend and towards the two younger students, the prefect walked over to them. "I don't have a compartment. I just placed my stuff in the prefects’ carriage before I started to patrol the corridors for troublemakers,” she explained. It didn’t take long before the brunette understood why Kim had asked if her compartment was full as the younger girl spoke up. "Even though I don’t have a compartment, I wouldn’t mind helping you,” she turned towards the unknown student, "find a compartment!” she offered cheerfully. This would be an amazing moment to help a new student get settled and make their first school day a good one. "I can carry one of your bags for you if you want,” after all, the only things she was wearing were the boxes Elsian had just given her. "By the way, my name is Samantha Salwis,” she would introduce herself to the younger girl, "I am one of the prefects of Ravenclaw.”

time - n/a	school robes - outfit
date - n/a	none - accessories
interacting with - @Samantha Salwis, @Kim Sato	@name name - mentioning

"Thanks Kim! And Samantha. It's so nice to meet some students, I can't wait for the year ahead."
Sirin also noted that Samantha was a prefect--a notable title, and definitely not a person to be messed with.
"Oh, and thank you. I'd really love to find a compartment, these bags seem to get heavier every second! Why did I bring so much stuff...."
Sirin grunted under its weight. Her shoulder was sore and her wrist hurt terribly. If she could somehow just get a cart, or use some sort of magic to get her bags to float, life would have been way easier. Of course, Sirin understood well that underage magic was strictly prohibited. Her wand was tucked safely in her duffle bag anyways.
Sirin hoped that she could (maybe) sit with Kim, Samantha, or Elsian. Samantha would probably be in the prefect car, and Elsian was still intimidating, but they seemed like a nice bunch. Certainly it wouldn't hurt to ask.
"Soo...would you mind if I sat with you bunch?"
Wow, Sirin, You're feeling brave today. Never had Sirin spoke so freely to people she'd never known. Oh well. It was all part of a new beginning. She might as well embrace it.

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The boy preened, fluffing his hair in a sarcastic manner as he continued on.

Catching onto what the other was trying he straightened up from his slouch, leaning back somewhat to increase the distance between him and her little menacing fingers. “Nah, you’re just a short stack brat.” That and he had like, what, a year on her? “Maybe someday you’ll catch up with the rest of us,” he sighed with a sarcastic drawl and grand gesture of his hand towards her, he couldn’t resist one last teasing jab, “it’ll be nice not having to crouch to see eye to eye.”


Not that she seemed to pay attention to those last few words. No, it was obvious her mind had quickly gotten caught up on…someone else.

Oh, it was too good to be true. Teasing the girl never got old, how could it? When she brightened up like a bloody strawberry and got all worked up, though it seemed like this crush was a little more…serious than he’d originally thought. Which, wonderful. It meant he’d be able to tease and joke about telling her parents, oh and threaten this kid. Prefect or not. It’d be worth the detention.

Conversation done Elsian went to draw away, but not before taking advantage of her distraction and quickly ruffling her hair one last time. Grinning sharply, he danced away, avoiding any swats or threats his friend might have thrown his way as he quickly walked up to both the new face, tiny, totally a 1st year & Kim. “So proud,” he crowed, “lil baby prefect, helping her very first 1st year!” He paused by Kim and the new face, wiping away a fake tear, “and dating, oh they grow up so fast. Feathers and Bubba sitting in a tree! K i s-” he screeched loudly as a hand smacked over his face. Feathers was too quiet and fast when her dignity was on the line.

The fool. Didn’t she know dignity was a weakness.

Like the smart intellectual he was, he licked her hand, quickly ducking past Kim with a cackle at any yells or complaints the little fry thief had the moment she loosened her grip. She should have known better.

“What’s a bake sale?” He asked, quick to use the new girl and Kim as a barrier. He quickly thought better of it though upon realizing that probably wouldn’t be enough. “Y’know, never mind. Was fun but gotta run. See you in a bit Kim!” He dipped, using anyone walking by to his advantage to quickly disappear down the train.

He paused, humming and slipping into another compartment to share some of the sweets. Again, it was quick work. Slipping back out he paused, huffing when a group shoved their way through in a hurry and almost knocking his bag. Annoying. Straightening from his press against the doorway he spun on his heels, twisting around a few people and upon looking out the window smacked right into someone's side. That’s what he got for not paying attention.

“Sorry,” he offered, straightening up with a smile. “Guess I should’v-” He paused, raising a brow at the other. Did he know this guy? He looked…really freaking familiar, something nagging at the back of his hea-

It was that boy. The Gryffindor reject. George...



Huh, he looked way different than the last time he’d jokingly sent that package. Definitely changed over summer at least.

He tilted his head, smile turning into a sharp grin as he blocked the way forward. This could be fun. “Or should I take back those apologies, since we’re…what was it you said before the sorting George? Mortal enemies until we’re dead and all?” Briefly he wondered if Mr Gryffindor wannabe remembered him enough to make the connection. It had been a while aside from brief passes in the halls; but either way he was gonna have fun being an ass about dragging this out. Humming he tapped at the window, mulling over his own words in mock thought. “...Yeah, pretty sure that’s what you said.”

Elsian leaned back slightly, eyeing up the boy. “Of course, you not being Slytherin does sort of… ‘ruin the rivalry of it,’ now doesn’t it.” He drew out, tone somewhere between teasing and serious.

“So hard to find decent enemies these days,” he sighed dramatically.

time - n.a	school robes - outfit
date - n.a	none - accessories
interacting with - @Kim Sato, @Samantha Salwis, @Elsian Cox	@Kim Sato - mentioning

As Sirin got herself situated and finally set her bags down, she also accepted a gift from Kim. The sweets looked delicious--temptation almost won her over but Sirin decided to save the little bundle for Hogwarts, as Kim has instructed. Best not to do anything wrong on her first day. As she sat munching her own sweets, she heard Kim shout something to her. Something that sounded like....mandarin. Sirin almost had a hard time believing this---had she met someone like her? It was no doubt that Kim had said goodbye in mandarin, her mother language. Sirin found herself shouting back,
"再见! goodbye"
It felt nice to speak her native tongue again. Sirin sat in quiet contemplation has she opened the next chocolate frog. She overheard Elsian teasing Samantha. That kid had nerves of steel---to even dare to tease a prefect like that. Sirin could care less. If she weren't a measly first year, she would have done the same--Sirin always loved teasing her friends.
She took another look down at the bundle Kim had given. Knowing how mischeivious Elsian was (without getting to know him well) Sirin thought the sweets looked rather suspicious. They both didn't know what a bake sale was--perhaps being that they both had never heard of the muggle term. You're just overthinking, Sirin. It'll be fine.

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ooc note: what dot he prank bundles do? Idk if I want Sirin to find out lol

"Hey!" George said, indignantly stamping his foot toward Elsian's toes, threatening with future foot-stomps if his boundaries were not respected. His scowl instantly turned to a smile as he recognized the one who had bumped into him, however. Elsian! Although, they hadn't really talked since they first met on this very train, George still paid enough attention to recognize the boy from their brief passes by between classes. "Oh, hey. Elsian!"

Despite swearing to be mortal enemies, George seemed only pleasantly surprised to see his nemesis in the train. He'd been a terribly boring enemy, considering how little attention he had devoted to causing trouble for Elsian. Really, he figured the whole thing was called off since his predictions for their houses had turned out wholly inaccurate. He should've known better - the sort of person who went bowling down the corridor of the train knocking into people was surely a Gryffindor.

"You were meant to be the Slytherin, if you recall," George informed him, folding his arms across his chest. He certainly wasn't intimidated by Elsian, of all people, the silly boy who had given him a free handful of candy and sent him a letter which he had assumed, at the time, was a joke. Although, judging by how Elsian looked right now - when he was trying to be troublesome - perhaps he had misinterpreted. Behaving seriously, Elsian still resembled a joke. "But I agree that the sorting hat sort of killed my fun. Gryffindor and Hufflepuff - we're basically allies. And I'm afraid you can't take back your apologies now, I've already given my forgiveness."

This conversation had a very, very strange feeling attached to it. They were being playful, yet serious. It felt like a confrontation, yet still completely casual. George cocked an eyebrow. Was this flirting? No, probably not. Elsian probably suffered from a Galton-esque detachment from reality. Where the other boy was that Candy King, Elsian ruled over the Pest Palace as lord of all pains in the arse. Fantasy taken seriously was always fun, at least until you needed to go to St. Mungo's for it.

"I disagree," George said, with a weary sigh. What enemies did he have? None, really. He turned them into friends quite quickly, and friends made decent enemies on the average day. Still, there was a nemesis-shaped hole in his heart that Elsian did seem to want to fill, so he leaned into the play. "That said, I'm more than happy to reignite our rivalry, but I'm not quite sure you'll be able to get your fill of drama in this traincar. Sorry."

George tilted back his head, lifting his nose up high as he took the high road of offering apologies to even the lowest and most dishonorable of his enemies, Elsian Cox. Smiling smugly down at him, he simply raised his eyebrows and waited to see just how Elsian intended to cause trouble for him here.

Oho! Feisty! His toes thanked the boy for not pulling through and crushing them, Elsian was sure.

Putting a hand over his heart Elsian batted his eyes at the other obnoxiously with a sharp grin. “Aw you do remember lil’ old me.” He cooed, “here I thought I was forgotten. Wasting away without so much as a single death threat or push down the stairs,” he finished with a slump against the window, drawn out with a pitied sigh. “And after all the effort I went through to take your place in Gryffindor too…you’re an awfully boring nemesis.”

Granted Elsian hadn’t been much better. But at least he could claim masterfully taking the other boys rightful place amongst the brave and chivalrous without so much as lifting a finger. True lazy magnificence on his part.

“And if I recall it was your predictions that sucked.” He offered cheeky, “true shame that; bet you're not the best at divination hmm.” Yes, Elsian distinctly remembered George being the one to throw around those ideas, though granted back then he had indeed thought the boy had a chance at Gryffindor but now-

Not so much.

He was kinda bratty- definitely far rougher around the edges than he'd been before and honestly it was kinda weird. George was weird, but in passing he kinda always had that effect in Elsis opinion, but that had its own sort of charm to it. Not like Elsian could talk anyways. He might be an ass but he could accept that couch surfing was not a normal pass time or practice to dabble in, no matter how much it should be. Sadly people were boring and didn’t understand true brilliance when they saw it.

“I’m devastated.” He deadpanned. Absolutely ruined. How would he ever recover from being forgiven by his so-called nemesis? It simply wasn’t done. “An outrage. Take it back.”

Oh, but apparently George was totally helpless as a nemesis. “Oh thank goodness,” he agreed pleasantly, “a new rivalry would be wonderful. Old ones ruined with that disgusting forgiveness business.” As for that last statement however…Elsian was sure he could prove the other wrong. Alas, it was not meant to be. Unless… No! The pranked boxes were for outside the train only. There was little doubt George would be suspicious either way however, if he wasn't that surely cemented the fact his old & newly soon to be reclaimed enemy was a dunderhead. Fun either way. Not that anything would happen. Let Googly inspect it, nothing would happen. Yet. He’d dump the real package on the other boy as he was leaving.

Taking in the smug look and upturned nose Elsian simply grinned back sharply, “well, best start off our new journey as enemies off right,” and pulled out an offering. A box. Quite happy with the state of things he held it out to the other boy like some mocking imitation of the first day they met on the train, exploding bon bons and everything in that little package. How perfect it was.

“I expect at least one death threat a month this time.” He sniffed, dropping the box into the other's hands if the Hufflepuff wasn’t fast enough. “Maybe a few creative insults in the halls, something George. As of now you’ve made for a poor nemesis.”

"Oh, shut up," said George, sticking out his tongue and blowing a raspberry at Elsian. By now, he'd admitted to himself that he never had a place in Gryffindor. There was a 6 foot hole waiting for him in Hufflepuff, and they'd tossed him in on his very first day to be buried alive under stuffed animals and candy. "I'd have thrown you down the stairs by now if the staircases at Hogwarts were less lethal than they are. And I thought we did exchange threats, that one time... I recall receiving a letter from you. Missed your nemesis, I suppose."

His little 'cat that got the cream' act was infuriating, and made the Hufflepuff want to stomp on his toes even more, even if such an act would not be fair, just, or any of the values exemplified by the house he had supposedly accepted. If only fate had saw it fit to put him in Slytherin, he could just get away with scheming him to death.

"I've got a few choice predictions for you, Elsian, but I'll leave you to find out your future on your own time," George said, sneering. His average in Divination was only an E, not great, not terrible. "But it isn't bright."

Elsian had let the pride of his house get to him, and it showed. His previous impression of the Gryffindor was of a polite young man, who welcomed him to the compartment and offered him candy and guidance, free of charge. But then again, everyone seemed to find new ways to annoy George as they reached teenagerdom. This was just Elsian's own special strain of teen irritation.

"Sorry. Just my Hufflepuffy nature," he lamented, as he could no longer withhold forgiveness from poor Elsian, no matter how much he would have liked it. He was surprised as Elsian offered him a peace offering... or... a war offering? A nice gift to start off a nemesishood with. Either way, George would take the little package of candy, holding it at arm's length. "Thank you, Elsian! You've got a sweet tooth, don't you?"

Stowed safely in his enchanted satchel, the box waited to serve its true purpose, its owner none the wiser. "We'll see," he said, turning away to return to his own compartment and giving a little finger-wave to his new nemesis. "Sleep with one eye open."