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Interacting with	Date - 01/09/25
WC 383/200	Color Legend - Mylo | Thoughts

The train was busy as usual, after all all the students who would be attending Hogwarts this year used it to make their way there. And as much as Mylo liked travelling and the sense of calm that looking out of a window could bring he was tired, and didn't have much energy to deal with all of the noise and visual stimulation this journey was likely to bring.

Summer camp had ended right as school was about to begin so they had had pretty much no rest in between the two events, leading to the state he currently found themself in, trying to block everything and everyone out so that they could give themselves a modicum of peace. Unfortunately it did make it so that they likely looked more grumpy than usual. This however was slightly offset by the cat that was happily purring away on Mylo's shoulder.

Ash had really taken to sitting on Mylo's neck and shoulders when travelling, as it appeared he'd decided being lazy was more rewarding than walking on his own sometimes. Not that Mylo minded, as the rhythmic purring lulled a sense of calm into him and distracted them just enough from everything happening around them so that they could manoeuvrer through one of the carriages to try and find a place to sit.

Chatter and laughter continued to fill the air as Mylo walked past cabins, each nearly full or completely filled with other students happily talking with their friends or sitting in silence doing their own thing. It wasn't until he reached the end of the carriage that Mylo spotted a safe haven, a cabin that somehow hadn't accumulated any students yet, a miracle at this point.

Quickly making his way into the empty space Mylo breathed a sigh of relief at the fact that a lot of the noise they had previously been trying to ignore was a lot easier to block out now that a wall separated him from it.

Taking a seat by the window Mylo transferred Ash to their lap, with only a slight bit of protest, and looked out the window immediately getting lost in their own thoughts and preparing for the journey ahead, and the fact that this little quiet safe haven likely wouldn't be so quiet soon.

ABILITIES | STATS
Perfectionist | Wandmaker [Dragonheart, Elm wood] | Calming presence
sta • 8 | eva • 7 | str • 5 | wis • 10 | arc • 7 | acc • 8

Code by Ara Villa

End summer camp and enter a new term. And Maisie was excited. Second year meant actually knowing things—enough to not get lost or avoid that dodgy pastry at the Halloween feast—and meant she'd be able to focus on the thing that really mattered: having fun.

So, of course, she found herself pushing through the train, dressed in jeans and bright colors, to find a carriage occupied by the most fun person in the entirety of Hogwarts: Mylo Atkins. As she pushed her face up against the glass to get a good look and make sure it was them, she found Mylo in a state of unsurprising calm. They were seated towards the window with their cat, Ash, on their lap as they looked out at the mist on the platform, assumedly dreaming away the time. (Fitting after their camp conversation on dreams.)

Well, this was perfect! With a slight smile, she pushed the carriage door open as she dragged her trunk behind her. She could feel Mischief jump for a second in the knit sling she wore as she pulled the door. Once the trunk was safely stored above her, she took a seat next to Mylo as quietly as she could (which admittedly was not that quietly), and said brightly, "Hello Coach!" Spooking them was just intended as a little fun, rather than anything malicious.

"Where's Avis?" she asked, "And the trolley lady?" Granted she'd seen both Mylo and Avis not long ago at camp, but still getting back into the swing of school would be good. As for the latter, well, she was hungry.

For @Mylo Atkins & @Geneva Bishop
Mentioning @Avis Greymond

date: september 1st 2025
time: afternoon

As Geneva stepped onto the train- this gigantic, moving tunnel of magic- for the first time she felt out of place. She’d been fine in Diagon Alley, even in the hectic Weasley’s Wizarding Wheezes. But here she realized for the first time that she was a small, eleven year old girl with no friends in a strange new world.

Students buzzed past, looking for their friends after a long summer, and Geneva was jostled about considerably. She finally managed to make her way down the hall. She made a funny figure in her oversized blue cardigan, hugging a trunk that was half her size.

Each compartment that she passed seemed overflowing with students. Well, that was what happened when you were nearly the last to board. She wondered how many of these students she would know soon- love or loathe- maybe most of them would remain just faces to her. It was a funny feeling, being so small. (Ironic, really, thought Geneva, since I’m no stranger to being small.)

No compartment seemed any less full than the first until Geneva made it all the way to the end of the train. There she saw a compartment with just two students. One sat looking out the window, and the other, dressed in surprisingly bright clothes, seemed to be talking to him. Neither seemed to notice the small shadow that now darkened their doorstep. Geneva took a deep breath and opened the door.

“Hello,” she began. “I’m sorry to intrude… there’s really no more space left, what I mean is, may I sit with you?” Her newfound (and unusual) anxiety, barely concealed in her voice, may have found its way through in her face.

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Interacting with @Maisie Gemmell | @Geneva Bishop Mentioning @Avis Greymond	Date - 01/09/25
WC 572/200	Color Legend - Mylo | BSL | Thoughts

Memories and expectations mixed to make up stories of what would and could be as Mylo's thoughts took them on a journey into the near future, wondering what this year would have in store for them. The now quieter chatter of students reconnecting with friends or trying to find new ones, students saying goodbye to their families and the soft rumbling of the train signalling that they would be departing soon made a perfect background for their daydreams, just vague enough to not distract them but not too quiet as to have everything be silent.

That was at least until a bright voice cut through it all, making Mylo jump ever so slightly and pulling them out of their own head. Maisie hadn't actually been that quiet, Mylo had just been so deep in their own thoughts that she probably could have come in with a mariachi band and he wouldn't have noticed. Collecting themselves he hoped she hadn't seen the small jump as knowing Maisie she likely would be very smug about the fact that she'd have been able to get one up on him.

"Hi Maisie, you have a good summer?" They wondered, knowing they had spent summer camp together but still wanting to be polite and ask. "I'm not sure where Avis is, but the train is packed so she must be somewhere, maybe she's running late? Also I believe the trolley lady doesn't come round until we start moving, so you'll have to wait a little." they thought aloud, knowing that although it would be nice to sit with everyone that there was also a chance Avis had taken the first available spot with how crowded everything was.

As they turned to fully face her they noticed two things at once, Mischief had gotten his very own sling, probably to try and keep the bunny from going everywhere, which by the look of this Maisie had knitted herself (Mylo was always in awe of the things she could create, anytime they tried to make something it ended up more jumbled than if they actually tried to knot it) and that an unfamiliar figure had made their way into the doorway.

Turning their attention away from their friends talent and obvious excitement to get some food Mylo focussed it on the girl, who seemed very nervous, who was asking if she could join them. They knew exactly what she felt like, as although he was slightly more confident now a few years ago when they first started at Hogwarts he too was more anxiety than not. And judging from what they could see Mylo wouldn't be surprised if she was a first year, and honestly even if she wasn't they weren't the kind of person to turn people away.

"Of course, there's more than enough space. We do have a cat and a bunny here so if you have a problem with one or both feel free to sit opposite us, Ash is asleep at the moment so he probably won't be any trouble though." Mylo mentioned, smiling at the cat that had happily settled on their lap, not having bothered to greet Maisie as he had slowly grown used to the younger Ravenclaws antics. "I'm Mylo by the way, 3rd year Ravenclaw. You?" They asked, wanting to break the ice and hoped that by starting the conversation he could ease some of the tension the newcomer was feeling.

ABILITIES | STATS
Perfectionist | Wandmaker [Dragonheart, Elm wood] | Calming presence
sta • 8 | eva • 7 | str • 5 | wis • 10 | arc • 7 | acc • 8

Code by Ara Villa

They jumped and she grinned: a successful small bout of fun! Oh, second year was off to a good start, indeed. If only Avis had been here to participate.

Speaking of which, she replied, "Ugh, maybe. Well, I hope she finds us soon. And the trolley lady too—I want to get a start on leveling up my chocolate frog collection." Beans she had down, but frogs always seemed illusive. She always pulled up copies over and over. Maybe Mylo had better luck. If so, perhaps a trade was in order.

She was reaching into her satchel to pull out some of her cards in case as she dismissed their earlier comment with a light joking smirk, "Yeah. You were there, remember?"

As she assembled the cards on the seat next to her and she brushed Mischief's fur with her free hand, there seemed to be a jostling at the door. Her deep brown eyes looked up to see another brunette who was certainly not Avis, but seemed a little nervous in her blue cardigan. Mylo, of course, was quick to welcome her into their carriage. Maisie nodded in agreement, suspecting she might be a new student. Straightening back up, she said with card in hand, "And I'm Maisie, also Ravenclaw, but I'm starting my second year. And this is Mischief. He's a mist hopper and pretty chill. Also, by the way, they forgot an important detail: they're a Prefect, but don't be scared. Mylo is the best Prefect in the whole school." She smiled lightly at them because even though they had a while to go yet towards being fun, she did truly believe Mylo was the best and most responsible Prefect around.

"Say, you wouldn't have any cards to trade, would you?" she asked the girl, trying to move past the boring pleasantries. If she could score cards from them both, that'd be brilliant.

@Geneva Bishop & @Mylo Atkins

Geneva was relieved by the warm greetings. She hadn’t expected much less, truthfully, but she was still glad that they seemed pleasant. Both her companions, it seemed, were Ravenclaws- hopefully her future housemates. After reading Hogwarts, A History cover to cover twice, she was convinced that she belonged in the house of wisdom.

They had pets! Geneva had always harbored a soft spot for cute animals. “Oh my gosh, they’re adorable! I don’t have a problem with either of them!” she replied to Mylo. Still, she sat on the other side of the car. The bunny’s fur looked so soft, and she had an urge to reach out and pet it, but she held back. Instead, she introduced herself. “I’m Geneva. I’m a first-year. I'll probably end up in Ravenclaw, too, or at least I hope so.”

The girl, Maisie, mentioned that Mylo was a prefect. Geneva knew all about those from Hogwarts, A History. Although patrolling hallways and enforcing rules didn't sound like Geneva's cup of tea, it would probably be a good idea to be friends with him. She put on a slightly puzzled look and asked "What does a prefect do?" She already knew, of course, but she wanted to show interest.

When the girl asked Geneva if she had any cards, Geneva stifled a laugh at the though of her younger brother Caleb, lugging his thick case of Pokemon cards to school to see if any of his friends would trade. That can't have been what the girl was asking, but Geneva thought she'd mention them anyway. For fun, and to see if the girl was Muggleborn. It would be nice to make a few friends who understood what it was like. With a grin, she asked "I don't suppose you mean Pokemon cards, do you?"

@Mylo Atkins @Maisie Gemmell

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XXXXX𝓘t seemed like the younger student had no problems with the pets that the two Ravenclaws had brought in as Mylo watched her make her way into the carriage and sit down in one of the seats opposite the two of them. Their observation confirmed as she stated that she indeed didn't have a problem with either of the animals, correctly noting that both of them were indeed adorable.

As Maisie introduced herself to the newcomer she seemed to find it important to note that Mylo was a prefect, granted Geneva would find that out sooner rather than later especially if she did get sorted into Ravenclaw as she hoped she would, something they had indeed forgotten to add onto their own introduction. However her addition of him being the best prefect in the whole school wouldn't have been something Mylo would've added on themselves, a shy smile gracing their lips at the high praise he received from their friend.

Geneva however didn't seem to be aware of what that entailed as she asked for clarification on the position, meaning that she had likely grown up in the muggle world without knowledge of Hogwarts. Most of the people Mylo had met who had grown up in the wizarding world knew of how the school worked as they had heard stories from their own parents who had attended, of course he could be wrong as maybe her parents hadn't attended or didn't see a need to inform their child about these things.

"As a prefect my job is to help other students when they need it, to make sure the rules aren't being broken, to help with some events and in general to just be there in case anybody needs someone to listen to them or needs help in any way shape or form. Basically I'm there to help others." They answered, hoping their explanation would be satisfactory.

It seemed like Maisie had decided that introductions were over though, as she immediately asked Geneva if she had trading cards on her. Knowing the question would likely come his way as well Mylo dug into a side compartment in their bag and produced a stack of chocolate frog cards duplicates they had collected, offering the pile to Maisie. "Here, have a look through these. I don't know which ones you still need and if they're in here."

Geneva however seemed to be thinking of other cards Mylo was very familiar with, Andrea currently loved collecting them, not to actually play with them but to just look at the pretty pictures that had been printed on the cards and to try and recreate them herself. "Oh, yeah not likely but my sister loves those. She has a decent collection she just likes to look at, she doesn't actually play with them but she loves trying to make her own and recreating her favourite ones." A grimace overtaking their face as he realised they had unconsciously answered the question that had been aimed at Maisie. "Sorry, didn't mean to answer for you."

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