29 Jul 2018, 01:56
A Somewhat Rocky Ride
Mother kissed her cheek, tears in her eyes. She brushed Antimony's hair away from her face and then nodded, as if to herself. "You write us as soon as you're done with your sorting."
"Many of the other students will be making connections at the Slytherin table," Father said, his green eyes piercing. "You should follow their example. Better yet, befriend the ones that seem like they are looking for friends." Antimony nodded.
A few minutes later Antimony was on the train. Father and Mother had argued about when she should arrive. Father had said they needed to drop Antimony off at the platform just before the train left, so she could choose which people to sit with. Mother argued that arriving early was good because it taught Antimony punctuality, and forced her to learn how to interact with whomever decided to sit with her. Mother won, (as always), so nearly all the cars were empty. Antimony chose an empty compartment, sliding her bags in place.
How long would it take for others to get there? Antimony looked toward the door. She couldn't just sit there, waiting. She fished out her potions book from her bags and sat down ungracefully. The dark eyed girl opened the book, and then, after curling her feet up on the seat, began to read.
"Many of the other students will be making connections at the Slytherin table," Father said, his green eyes piercing. "You should follow their example. Better yet, befriend the ones that seem like they are looking for friends." Antimony nodded.
A few minutes later Antimony was on the train. Father and Mother had argued about when she should arrive. Father had said they needed to drop Antimony off at the platform just before the train left, so she could choose which people to sit with. Mother argued that arriving early was good because it taught Antimony punctuality, and forced her to learn how to interact with whomever decided to sit with her. Mother won, (as always), so nearly all the cars were empty. Antimony chose an empty compartment, sliding her bags in place.
How long would it take for others to get there? Antimony looked toward the door. She couldn't just sit there, waiting. She fished out her potions book from her bags and sat down ungracefully. The dark eyed girl opened the book, and then, after curling her feet up on the seat, began to read.
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30 Jul 2018, 21:26
A Somewhat Rocky Ride
Aurora had kissed her sweet mothers cheek, re-assuring her that everything would be alright. Philomena knew her daughter wasn't a very set-out-and-make-as-many-friends-as-possible person, so she hoped Aurora wasn't a lone wolf during her time at her new school. Aurora's mother had been able to sit her down and eventually braid her wild red hair into two braids, saying to Aurora that "people want to see your face." Aurora huffed.
They were early. Aurora was left shivering on the platform with ten minutes of numbing quiet. She smoothed down her pleated skirt before looking up at her mother with a soft smile. Her mother was nervously twiddling her thumbs. A rogue page of yesterday’s newspaper was chased by the wind like a pigeon with wings fluttering with feathers of rhetoric and melodrama.
The raucous, metallic shriek heralds the arrival of the decrepit carriage, standing in defiance of its condition - all corroded iron and tacky upholstery. The doors reluctantly eased open with the force of a stocky station guard, as if gripped by age, the handles stiff with arthritis. There was only one advantage of waking up early in the morning from the cacophonous chorus of squabbling birds -- She was endowed with the generous elbow room and a guaranteed window seat all to herself.
After another rushed goodbye to her mother, Aurora rushed onto the train. The few kids that were already on the train looked about as tired as she was -- Their eyes were bleary, reactions slow, tiredness running in their veins just the same as their blood. Aurora's green eyes scanned the aisles only to see most of the kids had spread out, leaving no empty compartments for Aurora to sink into the shadows. She spotted another young girl who had already made herself comfortable in her own compartment, reading a book. Aurora sauntered closer all the while eyeing the window seat beside the girl.
"Hello," Aurora cleared her throat. "Is this seat taken?" She nodded over to the empty seat beside the girl. She set her luggage down at her feet before tangling her small fingers in her braided locks, beginning to undo the pesky braids she disliked.
They were early. Aurora was left shivering on the platform with ten minutes of numbing quiet. She smoothed down her pleated skirt before looking up at her mother with a soft smile. Her mother was nervously twiddling her thumbs. A rogue page of yesterday’s newspaper was chased by the wind like a pigeon with wings fluttering with feathers of rhetoric and melodrama.
The raucous, metallic shriek heralds the arrival of the decrepit carriage, standing in defiance of its condition - all corroded iron and tacky upholstery. The doors reluctantly eased open with the force of a stocky station guard, as if gripped by age, the handles stiff with arthritis. There was only one advantage of waking up early in the morning from the cacophonous chorus of squabbling birds -- She was endowed with the generous elbow room and a guaranteed window seat all to herself.
After another rushed goodbye to her mother, Aurora rushed onto the train. The few kids that were already on the train looked about as tired as she was -- Their eyes were bleary, reactions slow, tiredness running in their veins just the same as their blood. Aurora's green eyes scanned the aisles only to see most of the kids had spread out, leaving no empty compartments for Aurora to sink into the shadows. She spotted another young girl who had already made herself comfortable in her own compartment, reading a book. Aurora sauntered closer all the while eyeing the window seat beside the girl.
"Hello," Aurora cleared her throat. "Is this seat taken?" She nodded over to the empty seat beside the girl. She set her luggage down at her feet before tangling her small fingers in her braided locks, beginning to undo the pesky braids she disliked.