4 Aug 2019, 20:57
Luggage Trouble
Elzabeth had just said goodbye to her father, her heart aching a little at the thought of not seeing him for a few months.
She quickly pushed back the feelings and focused on dragging her heaving luggage into an open compartment. People behind her started to get frustrated at her slow progress but she ignored the complaints and stopped to find the best way to drag this heavy thing into the nearest compartment.
She tried everything, but the best progress she could make was just dragging it at a slow pace.
Elzabeth tried her hardest, she really did, but this thing was so heavy it was starting to become impossible. The people behind her were starting to force their way by or calling out to her, all she really wanted was for someone to help her but at this point asking the angry crowd would just be humiliating.
Her face heated as a boy passed by, muttering insults under his breath. Elzabeth wanted to turn around and stick her tung out at the guy but if she did that would mean letting go of her trunk and losing the small progress she had already made.
She was starting to wish she had asked an adult to help her beforehand but it was too late now, she was too far into this sticky predicament.
E. Gillan
She quickly pushed back the feelings and focused on dragging her heaving luggage into an open compartment. People behind her started to get frustrated at her slow progress but she ignored the complaints and stopped to find the best way to drag this heavy thing into the nearest compartment.
She tried everything, but the best progress she could make was just dragging it at a slow pace.
Elzabeth tried her hardest, she really did, but this thing was so heavy it was starting to become impossible. The people behind her were starting to force their way by or calling out to her, all she really wanted was for someone to help her but at this point asking the angry crowd would just be humiliating.
Her face heated as a boy passed by, muttering insults under his breath. Elzabeth wanted to turn around and stick her tung out at the guy but if she did that would mean letting go of her trunk and losing the small progress she had already made.
She was starting to wish she had asked an adult to help her beforehand but it was too late now, she was too far into this sticky predicament.
Last edited by Elzabeth Gillan on 5 Aug 2019, 05:16, edited 1 time in total.
E. Gillan
5 Aug 2019, 03:41
Luggage Trouble
Illowy was eager to simply be back to school after a quick pop home from camp to collect whatever else she needed to bring back to school for the coming year. Thankfully able to leave some of her things behind with her friends for safe keeping, she only had one simple luggage with her and her beloved violin. Now all that was left was to find herself a seat and wait for the train to move.
That was, if she would ever get the chance to sit down. To her misfortune, there was a girl, at obvious first year, struggling for the life of her to get her things out of the way. After a solid five minutes or so listening to other students complain and shove their way past, Illowy decidedly had enough. Shouldering her way to the child, "Sit." she ordered. The girl had a reputation for speaking a bit too coldly, but especially when she was in less then a good mood, "For the love of all things decent..." she muttered under her breath.
Dropping her own suitcase on the floor of the compartment, and resting her violin case on the seat, Illowy took hold of the girl's largest piece of luggage, hoisting it up over her head and into the holder above the seat. To follow was whatever smaller pieces of baggage the blonde had left standing in the way of the other students making their way through the cramped aisle.
By this point, Illowy hardly wanted to insert herself back into the fray of trying to find her friends as well as a seat. She'd be better off just staying put. With that thought, the older girl effortlessly tossed her own suit case in the holder across from the blonde's, "You're best to learn the proper time to ask for help." she spoke to the child, "Pittering around until someone is forced to help you and a quick way to get yourself or someone else hurt if you do something like that in your classes." she warned, sitting herself on the bench opposite of the blonde.
Dressed comfortably for the long train ride in a pair of jeans and a soft pink, over-sized sweater, and her long dark hair tied up in a tight, neat ballet bun with a silky looking ribbon, the girl often didn't strike people as a Slytherin at first glance. Perhaps that was negated whenever she finally opened her mouth though. Illowy made herself comfortable, resting her violin case between her legs to ensure it wouldn't fall over, and let her gaze fall to the window. Hopefully they'd be taking off soon.
I was told I was dangerous. When I asked why, they said, "Because you don't need anyone." That's when I smiled.
That was, if she would ever get the chance to sit down. To her misfortune, there was a girl, at obvious first year, struggling for the life of her to get her things out of the way. After a solid five minutes or so listening to other students complain and shove their way past, Illowy decidedly had enough. Shouldering her way to the child, "Sit." she ordered. The girl had a reputation for speaking a bit too coldly, but especially when she was in less then a good mood, "For the love of all things decent..." she muttered under her breath.
Dropping her own suitcase on the floor of the compartment, and resting her violin case on the seat, Illowy took hold of the girl's largest piece of luggage, hoisting it up over her head and into the holder above the seat. To follow was whatever smaller pieces of baggage the blonde had left standing in the way of the other students making their way through the cramped aisle.
By this point, Illowy hardly wanted to insert herself back into the fray of trying to find her friends as well as a seat. She'd be better off just staying put. With that thought, the older girl effortlessly tossed her own suit case in the holder across from the blonde's, "You're best to learn the proper time to ask for help." she spoke to the child, "Pittering around until someone is forced to help you and a quick way to get yourself or someone else hurt if you do something like that in your classes." she warned, sitting herself on the bench opposite of the blonde.
Dressed comfortably for the long train ride in a pair of jeans and a soft pink, over-sized sweater, and her long dark hair tied up in a tight, neat ballet bun with a silky looking ribbon, the girl often didn't strike people as a Slytherin at first glance. Perhaps that was negated whenever she finally opened her mouth though. Illowy made herself comfortable, resting her violin case between her legs to ensure it wouldn't fall over, and let her gaze fall to the window. Hopefully they'd be taking off soon.
I was told I was dangerous. When I asked why, they said, "Because you don't need anyone." That's when I smiled.
5 Aug 2019, 05:38
Luggage Trouble
@Illowy Magnard
Elzabeth was stunned, to say the least, within minutes this girl had already taken care of the problem she had been trying to solve for the last five minutes.
Elzabeth watched as the girl effortlessly tossed her luggage next to hers, all the while leaving Elzabeth a little embarrassed. Curse her and her weak upper body strength, she could blame her dad for that.
"I suppose you're right, thanks for the help anyways." She said meekly, sitting across from the girl. There was no 'suppose' she was just right, no ifs and buts about it.
She looked older than Elzabeth and by the way she spoke, it made it quite obvious that she was.
A few moments of silence passed between them but to Elzabeth it felt like hours, she needed to find something to talk about before the awkwardness started to kick in.
Elzabeth looked the girl over, trying to be as discreet as possible. Finally her eyes landed on the violin case sitting at the girl's feet. "How long have you played?" Elzabeth asked, searching for something to fill the silence.
E. Gillan
Elzabeth was stunned, to say the least, within minutes this girl had already taken care of the problem she had been trying to solve for the last five minutes.
Elzabeth watched as the girl effortlessly tossed her luggage next to hers, all the while leaving Elzabeth a little embarrassed. Curse her and her weak upper body strength, she could blame her dad for that.
Her words made Elzabeth realize how stupid she had been, all because she didn't want to ask for help. She had too much pride in herself between telling her father at the platform that she had it under control and refusing help from one of the trains staff, she had just wanted to do something on her own for once."You're best to learn the proper time to ask for help. Pittering around until someone is forced to help you and a quick way to get yourself or someone else hurt if you do something like that in your classes."
"I suppose you're right, thanks for the help anyways." She said meekly, sitting across from the girl. There was no 'suppose' she was just right, no ifs and buts about it.
She looked older than Elzabeth and by the way she spoke, it made it quite obvious that she was.
A few moments of silence passed between them but to Elzabeth it felt like hours, she needed to find something to talk about before the awkwardness started to kick in.
Elzabeth looked the girl over, trying to be as discreet as possible. Finally her eyes landed on the violin case sitting at the girl's feet. "How long have you played?" Elzabeth asked, searching for something to fill the silence.
E. Gillan