Motion Sickness PV Phoebe Lane Closed

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Phoebe staggered down the aisle of the dining cart, a hand clutching at the seats she lurched past and the palm of her other set on her abdomen. By the looks of it, she was on the brim of vomiting out the grilled cheese she’d chowed down an hour prior, face pale and knees quivering. Seeing the landscape whiz by was nauseating, even more so considering she’d hardly left her house in Felixstowe, let alone use any form of public transport.

Her first taste of freedom was near-overwhelming, not to say she didn’t enjoy independence, hours from the clutches of her parents and the home they’d raised her in. The world was so much.. bigger than she thought, and there was so much more to it than she could ever see through a slit in between her curtains. But, at this very moment in time, she’d much rather be in the safety of her home than stumbling through carts and aisles while her lunch threatened to crawl up her throat. Falling into a chair across Sylvie, heaving, it took a few minutes for Phoebe to regain control of her senses. She couldn’t barf on a train. That would be not only humiliating but an awful first impression. Would it be what her peers would know her as for the rest of her time at Hogwarts? ‘Phoebe! That girl who threw up on the Express.’ Shaking her head in absolute refusal, which seemed to worsen her nausea, the young witch spared a glance up at the girl sitting opposite of her.

“.. Hello.” Phoebe managed a weak grin, though embarrassment visibly burnt at her cheeks. “I’m Phoebe.”

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It was quiet in the dining car. Peaceful, even as people chattered amongst themselves over their meals. Until it wasn't! Much to her surprise, a young girl who looked to be around Sylvie's age stumbled about the cart looking rather... Green... Her eyebrows raised as she watched the girl make her way through the aisle and plop herself down in the seat across from her. "Oh. Wow." This girl looked absolutely sick to her stomach, and all Sylvie could do was hope she wouldn't upchuck all over the table. Slowly, she slid her plate to the side. Out of the splash zone. She was only taking precautions!

When the girl introduced herself, a small, crooked smile tinged with sympathy broke across her face. Her father taught her some tricks of his trade, and she frequently used them when she found herself in unfortunate situations such as these. Maybe she would be able to help her? "My name is Sylvie. It's nice to meet you. Um- Do you need some water? Or a cup of ginger ale?" She placed her glass of water across the table, near Phoebe just in case. "Or maybe I can get you some crackers? Those should help settle your stomach, at least a bit."

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"Sharks?" Sylvie mumbled with a raise of her eyebrows. She wasn't too hung up on that though, despite the randomness of the outburst. She took the glass of water in her hands and took a sip as she listened to the girl talk about her mother and the threat of poison. Fair. "Ah, it wouldn't of been a bother... Still, you're mom's right, but you don't have to worry about that. Well- Maybe with other people... But not with me at least! Poison's a coward's method." Sylvie watched way too many dramas on TV when she was back home and it showed.

"Anywho," She put her drink back down and smiled. "Yeah, this is my first time going... Anywhere outside of the muggle world, actually! My father wouldn't take me with him on his business trips. Said he wanted to keep the element of surprise." She made a face as she thought about it, but it faded as quickly as it appeared. After all, her father was right! This was way more exciting to her, having not yet seen the wizarding world. She was more than ready to learn everything the school had to offer. "How about you? Are you a first year too?"