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IC: Overall, Amon's ride was rather uneventful, with the exception of witnessing the extraordinary brawn of wizarding women. As the ladies loaded into the train, he found a comfortable space on his own in some well-lit corner next to a window that he pressed his head against to feel the coolness of the glass. he enjoyed watching the world move by so fast, trees and homesteads like tiny, insignificant specks that gave the landscape diversity but were in and of themselves inconsequential.

The din of chatter would on occasion reach a crescendo that caused the near-teen to grimace. What train supplies a bunch of kids and teens with various artificially flavored boxes and packages of sugar. Blue is apparently a flavor. He tried to, for the most part, stay out of the way. Let whatever would happen come to pass without his personal intervention. A true wallflower, an insignificant speck in the distant landscape.

With a sigh, he would pull a small moleskin notebook from his satchel and start to draw with his pencil the profile of a cute girl he saw. He smiled a bit as he drew her smile, or the one he imagined she often wore. Her dark eyes, her wavy brown hair... he was lost in his efforts and before he knew it, they arrived.

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