8 Jul 2020, 22:20
When Carts Collide
September 1st
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It was, fortunately, time for school to begin again. Summer had been just a little too long for Wyatt. He usually liked that time of year, but this year, he’d spent the summer with the Masons, which was stressful in a way. Wyatt was sure he had a few gray hairs after his stay. Being over it, he didn’t care to think about it any longer. That morning, he packed up all of his things for school in his old suitcase and headed out. Mrs. Mason had offered to drive Wyatt to the platform, and he reluctantly let her. He would have been fine getting a cab.
The Snake barely noticed how heavy his bags were until he’d put them into the cart he was now pushing towards platform 9 ¾. He almost missed the train! Wyatt remembered his first time trying to get to the Hogwarts Express. The soon-to-be Slytherin was confused to say the least, but he saw a third year running into a wall and followed his lead. Cautiously, as to not attract any muggle eyes, he made his way towards that wall between platforms 9 and 10. Quickly, when he noticed no one watching, he ran through the wall.
He hit someone’s cart on his way in. His bags hadn’t fallen, but the other’s had. He grunted annoyedly. This person standing by the entrance wall was probably a new student, who didn’t know they had to get away from that wall as soon as possible to avoid this. Wyatt’s common sense had kept him safe from this situation his first year. He could tell he wasn’t going to exactly like whoever this was, but he needed to help the kid with their bags anyway. Even though that new kid was an idiot, Wyatt was the one who hit them.
He pushed his cart out of the way of the wall and rushed to help pick up the new student’s cases. “Sorry about that,” Wyatt bit out. It was barely his fault, but he still was the one who hit that kid. Looking up as he lifted a bag, he was proved right. The boy he’d hit was obviously an incoming first year. Judging by his lack of common sense, this 11-year-old was going to be either a Hufflepuff, or a blasted Gryffindor. He was shorter than Wyatt and looked much younger, too, but Wyatt looked older than most kids, with his scars and the bags under his eyes.
@Remi Yao
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It was, fortunately, time for school to begin again. Summer had been just a little too long for Wyatt. He usually liked that time of year, but this year, he’d spent the summer with the Masons, which was stressful in a way. Wyatt was sure he had a few gray hairs after his stay. Being over it, he didn’t care to think about it any longer. That morning, he packed up all of his things for school in his old suitcase and headed out. Mrs. Mason had offered to drive Wyatt to the platform, and he reluctantly let her. He would have been fine getting a cab.
The Snake barely noticed how heavy his bags were until he’d put them into the cart he was now pushing towards platform 9 ¾. He almost missed the train! Wyatt remembered his first time trying to get to the Hogwarts Express. The soon-to-be Slytherin was confused to say the least, but he saw a third year running into a wall and followed his lead. Cautiously, as to not attract any muggle eyes, he made his way towards that wall between platforms 9 and 10. Quickly, when he noticed no one watching, he ran through the wall.
He hit someone’s cart on his way in. His bags hadn’t fallen, but the other’s had. He grunted annoyedly. This person standing by the entrance wall was probably a new student, who didn’t know they had to get away from that wall as soon as possible to avoid this. Wyatt’s common sense had kept him safe from this situation his first year. He could tell he wasn’t going to exactly like whoever this was, but he needed to help the kid with their bags anyway. Even though that new kid was an idiot, Wyatt was the one who hit them.
He pushed his cart out of the way of the wall and rushed to help pick up the new student’s cases. “Sorry about that,” Wyatt bit out. It was barely his fault, but he still was the one who hit that kid. Looking up as he lifted a bag, he was proved right. The boy he’d hit was obviously an incoming first year. Judging by his lack of common sense, this 11-year-old was going to be either a Hufflepuff, or a blasted Gryffindor. He was shorter than Wyatt and looked much younger, too, but Wyatt looked older than most kids, with his scars and the bags under his eyes.
@Remi Yao
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| “If you ever need anything please don't hesitate to ask someone else first.” - Kurt Cobain. |
Sta: 15 | Eva: 20 | Str: 6 | Wis: 9 | Arc: 9 | Acc: 11 Parselmouth | Prodigal DADA | Fearless | Muggle Condition |
11 Jul 2020, 23:44
When Carts Collide
Limited for this thread: Here's a key of colors which represents Remi's family.
Green: Father
Light Blue: Mother
Navy Blue: 3rd Oldest Sister
--Moments before--
Remi said quietly towards his sister, appearing like a toddler compared to the comparison of his older sister, Claire, who stood around a solid 5 foot and 11 inches and . One of the only ones in the family who was abnormally tall as Mama and Papa are either 5'5 to 5'8 while Remi was still a shrimp, being around 4'10 and 3/4th (he keeps count of his height)."Is anxiety a taste?"
"No crétin, you just have butterflies in your stomach." She said firmly, not in the tone of teasing but with years with Claire, he was sure she was messing with him.
The trip to Platform 93/4 was in a small car, appearing more like more of a four seater and, weirdly enough, was the only object that the Yaos owned that had a lack of enchantments on. Remi's god-uncle and the family friend who had a shop back in Ivory Coast with some connections in the UK but he chose not to enchant the family car. His exact words was around, "Get use to Muggle customs and especially when it comes to their machines. Go to their fixers." For this reason, you can see Remi's mother actually driving the car and not his father, who still didn't go through the process of getting a Muggle driver's license.
The drive was rather boring, but in a peaceful way. Driving down the roads and streets; hills passing back, cars of other makes and models getting more recent as the environment got more urban with infrastructure and such.
And soon enough, Kings Cross station. And the amount of people made Remi go pale but his sister knocked him out of his stupor. With a rough pat on his shoulder, "Come on." She said, getting out of the car and helping him with all of the school supplies, clothing and so forth in a very plain packages. Not too many muggles had their attention on the family and even if they did, they would look for a moment and then go back to their concerns on their mobile devices.
But this whole time, Remi felt dangerously paranoid like, there could be always that one person who just looks over and be like, 'You're a witch!' or something.
"Can you get your stuff? The faster we get your stuff, we can hurry up and get your butt on that train." She said firmly again before puffing her cheeks again as Mama shot a mean look at Claire.
Pushing their cart and getting to 93/4 past the muggles and really, it was clear who was a wizard or not. Remi's father and mother, pushing their own cart of Remi's school supplies as Claire looked around where exactly they should be entering as nobody in Remi's family really went to Hogwarts and had to use these methods.
After awhile, Remi's sister limply pointed, "Over there." Not regarding the muggles but the muggles really didn't notice. "See that column. Just run your cart straight at it and you'll go through." As another couple of wizards did the same, Remi had little doubt that it would work for him. A true wizard shouldn't doubt the work of other magical passages.
Remi said to his sister, who was looking at their mom before looking back at Remi, slightly annoyed. "Fine, ugh..." She muttered."Aren't you coming?"
Both of them walked into the column and phasing through effortlessly. As Remi was holding onto the cart, he had a rather gleeful and a tint of relief.*CRUSH!*"Finally out of that-"
Remi got knocked over and landing directly on his back, winded while his sister gripped onto the moving cart while looking who did it. Remi being too dazed to notice what happen as his side leaned heavily onto the side of the cart as his sister kept on apologizing.
Speaking Font: Futura | Stamina: 6 - Evasion: 9 - Strength: 1 - Wisdom: 10 - Arcane: 3 - Accuracy: 6 | "First Year Pride."
14 Jul 2020, 19:31
When Carts Collide
The blithering first-year’s friend (or something) kept apologizing while the boy that was hit leaned against his cart tiredly, and seemingly hurt. Wyatt raised an eyebrow. “There’s no need to apologize, I’m sure he won’t make the same mistake after this.” The more he thought about the whole ordeal, he realized they were both equally at fault for the collision. Wyatt sighed at this conclusion. He didn’t like to admit to having faults, especially not to himself. That was the worst of it.
The Slytherin continued to help with the boy’s fallen trunks. He got a closer look at the two. Rich kid pure-bloods, or at least that’s what they looked like. Wyatt’s least favorite type of wizards. Pure-bloods always thought they were better than everyone else. The poster child for awful, snobby pure-bloods being Wyatt’s dormmate Percival Gray. Though Wyatt barely knew the kid, they hated each other because of their blood statuses. The half-blood hating the pure-blood and vice versa. It was quite cliché.
“Is he alright,” he asked coldly. If you knew Wyatt enough you could tell he cared deep down by asking alone, but if you didn’t, it seemed like he was just asking because he had to, especially with that tone. Again, though, someone who knew Wyatt would say if he didn’t care, he wouldn’t have bothered to ask. It was just that this was a young kid. If Wyatt’s first experience at Hogwarts or at the platform was like this, he’d probably have turned and left on the spot.
@Remi Yao
The Slytherin continued to help with the boy’s fallen trunks. He got a closer look at the two. Rich kid pure-bloods, or at least that’s what they looked like. Wyatt’s least favorite type of wizards. Pure-bloods always thought they were better than everyone else. The poster child for awful, snobby pure-bloods being Wyatt’s dormmate Percival Gray. Though Wyatt barely knew the kid, they hated each other because of their blood statuses. The half-blood hating the pure-blood and vice versa. It was quite cliché.
“Is he alright,” he asked coldly. If you knew Wyatt enough you could tell he cared deep down by asking alone, but if you didn’t, it seemed like he was just asking because he had to, especially with that tone. Again, though, someone who knew Wyatt would say if he didn’t care, he wouldn’t have bothered to ask. It was just that this was a young kid. If Wyatt’s first experience at Hogwarts or at the platform was like this, he’d probably have turned and left on the spot.
@Remi Yao
| “If you ever need anything please don't hesitate to ask someone else first.” - Kurt Cobain. |
Sta: 15 | Eva: 20 | Str: 6 | Wis: 9 | Arc: 9 | Acc: 11 Parselmouth | Prodigal DADA | Fearless | Muggle Condition |