Hogwarts Bound PV Closed

Was it just her or did the boarding platform seemed to get more and more packed every year? Accompanied by a rather stiff looking man who Elena had unforunatly come to know as her father, the duo navigated their way among the throng of students all attempting to clamber onto a Hogwarts Express that was due to leave any minute at the pace they were going. "Excuse me, coming through, watch it!" Flutters was very clearly voicing his discontent at being stuffed in a cage, the owl locking Elena with a solid glare as if hoping she would feel an remorse of guilt at restricting his freedom. She chose to ignore it, it was only for the ride to the castle. He could handle that much and it was not the first time he had protested over the less than elegant fashion the owl had to be stowed away with the rest of the luggage. Picking out one of the train cars, the Gryffindor girl heaved her trunk onboard before pausing to look at her father who simly stood there, one eyebrow raised.

"Bye." That was it and without as much waiting for a reply, the brunette made her way onto the Express finally breathing a sigh of relief. Good riddance to that old grump, now she could forget all about that particular nightmare and focus on what was to come. A metallic clang of something shaking as her head dipped downwards to discern the source of the noice and found a very indignant barn owl tapping his beak against the cage the Jangleton girl had stuffed him in. "Pipe down, Flutters! You'll be out in a bit, okay?" Merlin, this was one of the reasons why at times, he could be the most insufferable creature on the planet. "Let's find us a compartment then." Easier said than done given the fact they had a ten ton trunk to drag along with them packed full of clothes, parchment and an ungodly amount of textbooks.

It didn't help the fact that they hadn't been the earliest to get to the station. That meant the majority of the compartments were either packed to the brim or the inhabitants were not too keen on letting Elena and her very indigant owl into their little safe space. She began elbowing people out of the way who were meandering about in the train corridors, beads of sweat breaking out on her face as the girl huffed at someone else who dared to open his mouth to ask her something. "Move!" She had spied what appeared to be a relatively bare compartment with what looked like a sole inhabitant, maybe her chances would be better with this one.

This time, a very angry hoot erupted from the cage as the brunette in her encouraged push to make it to the available seating bumped her school trunk against the compartment door which did not sit well with the barn owl at all. "One more peep out of you and you'll be munching on flobberworms for the rest of the year." She already had a full plate on her hands, Flutters needed to be apart of the solution, not the problem as her gaze drifted away from the trunk to another girl, she looked nice enough. Third time's the charm, right? "Hi, do you mind if I jus- Flutters, I swear by Godric!"

So much for first impressions as the female fidgeted with the lock on the cage to snap it back into place which the bird had somehow taken off with his annoying, consistent beak tapping. Right, empty compartment. Empty seat and attempt number two at a solid introduction without a certain barn owl getting in the way. "Sorry, he's a bit fiesty but um, do you mind if I join you?" The question hung in the air in an almost pleading fashion. Having been turned away from two already, this was her best bet. Sure, she didn't exactly know this person but there was a first time for everything. Oddly enough, Flutters seemed to have his interest piqued too as yellow eyes stared at the accompanying owl as if gauging him.

So much space, surely she could share, right?

"Could I trouble you to give me a hand with this?"

Brows flared in surprise as Procoppio—whom she had thought only seconds before hadn't heard her in the least—suddenly came bounding over, hair bouncing, and grin as wide as the horizon. Never in Evelynn's twelve years had anyone reacted so jovially to seeing her. In fact, she couldn't even help glancing back over her shoulder to see if Procoppio might have caught sight of somebody else and was hastening over to them rather than the little lioness. But as her upperclassman ground to a halt immediately before her, she was forced to concede that for some reason, Procoppio was happy to see her.

"Er.. Yes," Evelynn replied, slightly uncertain. Or perhaps she just appreciated being asked to help and have an opportunity to make use of her muscles? She hadn't the faintest idea, but tried to erase the confusion of her expression as Procoppio doubled over to fetch her trunk. "Much appreciated," Evelynn smiled with relief.

With every intention to help with the process, Evelynn bent to take hold of one side of the trunk, only to find it quickly lofted easily into the air. Only a fraction of a second to react with the grabbing her owl's cage from atop the trunk had been given before it sailed smoothly through the air to land securely on one of the shelves above the seating. "I—Oh..!" Her gaze lingered on it for a moment before panning back to her penpal. "You know… You really ought to try out for beater," she commented. "I really wouldn't want to find myself in your targets, mind you," she allowed with a shrug of a brow and the shadow of a smirk, "but you'd be a great addition to the Hufflepuff team."

A voice nearby spoke just as Procoppio's attention fixed onto that very newcomer. Reflexively, Evelynn looked around to see a brunette approaching, owl in one hand, trunk in the other. Whatever she was about to say was suddenly cut off as the cage door snapped open at the insistence of a rather raucous barn owl. It wasn't just any girl, though.

"Ja—" Her greeting was cut off by Procoppio's query. Glancing over to her, then back to the other as the first disappeared into the compartment, Evelynn offered a small nod and demure smile. "Yes, of course. I don't mind at all. There's plenty of room, after all." Perhaps a certain rather lost-looking first-year boy in the aisle nearby might pick up on that little comment.

Procoppio emerged seemingly seconds later to relieve Jangleton of her trunk and soon enough all belongings were stowed safely and securely away above the seats. How convenient it was to have a friend with the strength to match a half-giant. With a quiet chuckle to betray the slight awkwardness and incredulity with just how easily the trunks had been man-handled, Evelynn nodded her head to the interior of the compartment and retreated into it to find a seat. As Procoppio gave her introduction, Evelynn set Janus to the seat beside her and ran fingers through to straighten her hair and conveniently hide the tinge of red that had no doubt coloured her ears. She hadn't missed the comment about surnames. Still, that little habit wasn't about to die so easily.

"Decipio," Evelynn added after Procoppio had finished, holding her hand out to Jangleton. "Evelynn Decipio. Second year Gryffindor. You're Jangleton, aren't you? You were on the Quidditch team for a little while before I joined, although I don't think I ever got to see you play. Why was it that you left the team?"

Meanwhile, Flutters wasn't the only one to have had his interest piqued. From the confines of his cage, Janus' eyes had been trained onto the other owl since the moment he had come into sight. For being such common species of owls, barn owls didn't seem to be so common for those that chose to bring an owl to school. It wasn't every day that Janus ran into another of his own variety. Not that he'd really had the opportunity to do so. He'd been purchased at the beginning of the summer and hadn't yet made a trip to the fabled castle. His arrival at Evelynn's place of residence had resulted in more than a few squabbles with the existing mated pair of barn owls in her stables, and the only other with which he got on well at all was Woodward's. And she he hadn't seen in some time. It had left him rather downtrodden in the last two weeks. Now, however, he had fluffed himself up, posture upright with an intense gaze set out against the other owl. And unlike the other, he sat perfectly still and mannered as though to silently say this is how you're supposed to behave.

INTERACTING WITH @Ami Procoppio, @Elena Jangleton | MENTIONING @Corey Kenshin

She internally breathed the biggest sigh of relief. Finally, a place where she could find some peace of mind and where a particular little fiesty bird would perhaps be able to stop ruffling his feathers at her. "Thanks!" Eyes drifted downward to her trunk which was quickly hauled upwards and away by a girl introduced only as Ami Pro- how on Godric did you even pronounce that? Elena couldn't be bothered to try picking up Flutters's carrier which thankfully remained closed this time setting it down before settling into her seat. Surprisingly, he seemed to be busy in his own world regarding the other owl with a bit of suspicion, she decided to leave him to his own devices for now. "Elena. Elena Jangleton of Gryffindor." She shook the hand that was offered though apparently it was clear Evelynn knew her, well, her surname at least.

Quidditch? Oh, right, the team. Truth be told, there was no solid reason that she could give to the other girl's inquiry. Maybe it just hadn't sat well with her, maybe just the competive nature of the sport was something that just hadn't clicked with her. That, and she had found out the hard way rather that knowing how to fly a broom was not all there was to the flying sport and she didn't exactly dub herself as more of the athletic type."Ah, I just had a lot to juggle on my plate at the time." The Gryffindor replied nodding. It had been a rather short tenure so she didn't exactly recollect too many details of that experience but perhaps she'd have a second shot. The desire for flying up around in the air and whacking around balls was a strong one.

She was still reeling from how Ami had managed to haul that trunky which must have weighed like rocks up into it's resting place without as much a complaint. Elena had been nearly out of breath by the time she had reached the compartment so either the girl was blessed with some sort of superhuman strength or maybe, she really needed to take a second look at how she packed her trunk. "I'm more of a first-name person, myself." All this Jangleton, Decipio, Procoppio stuff was something that just felt foreign to her but to each their own, people were different. It was a miniscule price to pay for at least having a solid seat to sit on.

Another rattle of the cage and a glare downward quickly sent the message that Flutters would not embarass her in front of these strangers. Flutters would be a good owl and he seemed to get the message quickly enough quieting down deciding to go back to his activity of watching his fellow avian colleague. She really hoped the Trolley Witch would be coming around soon, maybe she could appease the bird's diet with a few treats or something, that and she just happened to be starving. In the hassle to get out the door so that they didn't miss the Express, breakfast had been the last thing on her mind as she rushed out, trunk in hand.

"You know… You really ought to try out for beater... you'd be a great addition to the Hufflepuff team."

"I'm more of a first-name person, myself."