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Post by Revolutions Administration on Oct 12, 2008 19:00:33 GMT -5
1 September 2009 10:50 AM
Kings Cross Station was bustling with activity as it was prone to on most mornings. Muggles carrying briefcases and wearing overcoats against the beginning of fall chill swarmed the various platforms. Some muggles sat on benches, their fingers clacking against square metal objects that had been bent in half, and others floated amnesty platforms nine and ten, chattering into small hand-held devices. Some of them even seemed to be bizarrely talking to themselves, until one might accidentally spot the little mechanism clinging to one of their ears.
The muggles seemed so self-engrossed in their own little technologically advanced world that, even on this busy day, they seemed to miss the occasionally odd handful of students and adults casually vanishing through the wall between platform nine and ten.
On the other side of that wall, the strange world of the Muggle ended and the more familiar one of the Wizard began. Owls hooted from inside cages lashed securely atop trolleys loaded with trunks of clothes and other assorted belongings. Parents and other relatives lingered on Platform Nine and Three Quarters, most dressed in flowing robes, as they said final goodbyes to their sons and daughters. First Years roamed around with wide-eyed enthusiasm -- this being, for some of them, one of their first magical experiences -- while older students casually greeted one another.
Along side the platform, a giant scarlet steam engine laid dormant. Its surface shone in the late morning light, reflecting the hustle and bustle going on around it. Men in identically colored coats were already well at work getting the luggage packed away, levitating the heavier items into the cargo department. If one paid them enough mind, they would notice that they eyed the crowd too carefully and held their wands, perhaps, a bit too securely. But while the doormen were on alert as ever, there was a noticeable lack in the number of Ministry officials. It seemed the Wizarding World was beginning to feel that the threat of the Deva was beginning to subside...
Regardless of the politics of the world, the Hogwarts Express stood immune. It knew nothing of the current woes of the world. All it knew was that once the clock struck eleven it would once again begin the journey to Hogwarts School, taking its precious cargo with it.
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Clayton Septim
Hufflepuff
Second Year
"Hogwarts, eh? I'll make new friends... hopefully"
Posts: 29
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Post by Clayton Septim on Oct 12, 2008 20:33:39 GMT -5
His second year at Hogwarts. Last year was cool. He was on the Quidditch team and everything. Even cool, he has his own broom now. He was carrying it behind his back while pulling his trolley. As he got to the train it was 10:51 A.M.
"Okay, Clayton. Be good now, ya hear?" his mother said. Clayton blushed. "Mom, I did this last year. I know what to do," he said. Clayton's main thing was to get on the Quidditch team again. He was ready. Of course everyone knew his dream was to become a famous Quidditch player. He wanted to play for the Tutshill Tornadoes.
He got on the train, while his luggage was being set in. He saw a little few people. He wasn't really friends with everyone, so he sat in a empty compartment. Maybe he met new friends here.
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Christian Nagle
Gryffindor
Second Year
...at the first pluck of the heartstrings...
Posts: 165
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Post by Christian Nagle on Oct 12, 2008 20:45:03 GMT -5
Chris saw Clayton hop on the train and considered going on and sitting with him, but he had told Luke he'd wait for him. But at the same time, he hadn't seen Clayton all summer and a lot of the last semester, so it would be nice to see him again. And maybe is Luke showed up sometime soon, they could all sit in a compartment together.
Chris decided he'd wait a little longer, and if Luke showed up he'd go in with Luke and introduce him.
Minutes, which seemed like hours, passed and finally, Chris chose to keep an eye out for Luke - on the train. He gathered up his trolley and pushed it over to the loading dock. Then, showing his tickets, he boarded the steaming train and went in search of his friend. The poor boy was sitting in a compartment by himself. Chris knew what that must feel like - not having friends to sit with - it was both exciting as well as lonely. You could make new friends and that was exciting, or you could try and not have any success and that made things lonely.
Opening the compartment door, he beamed in at Clayton. "Hiya Clayton! Can I sit in here with you, mate?"
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Post by chrissy on Oct 12, 2008 21:43:12 GMT -5
Another year gone and a new exciting one begins. Six years at Hogwarts has gone by so fast for Christine, she couldn't believe it was her last year. Christine knew this year she was going to concentrate on her studies and not depend on anyone this year. She's going to be considered an adult after this year so she needs to do the best she can. As she is walking to Platform Nine and Three- Quarters pushing her trolley with her trunk filled with fresh parchment and quills with neatly folded clothes and cloaks. She just can't believe it that this is going to be her last year.
Just before the platform, Christine checks her watch to make sure she isn't running late. '10:52' the watch read. Christine smiled to herself while looking up toward her parents. Like every year her mother crying and sad to see her go. Christine sighed while kissing her parents good bye," I write as soon as I get situated OK?" Christine told her parents as she starts to walk fast toward the entrance gate to the train. Just before she goes through the other side," We'll see you later." Her parents spoke just as Christine walks through the barrier.
Stopping just before the train, Christine looked around and saw fearful first years hugging their parents. Christine smirked to herself seeing all the scared little faces. But remembered her first year and how the stories her older siblings told her. Smiling to herself she walked toward the loading dock to leave her trolley. Walking along side the train, she notice even more people walking out of the barrier. 'It must be getting closer to the time' she thought to herself walking a little faster to make sure she gets a compartment to herself.
After showing her ticket, Christine was finally on the train. She found a compartment to herself just as she wanted. " Great, peace and quite until someone joins me." Christine thought to herself. As she closed the compartment door she looked around to make sure it was empty. Christine heart started beating faster as she sat down next to the window. She looked at all the faces, some excited, scared, and just down right don't want to be there. Christine couldn't understand why not be excited but she sat there waiting.
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Sophia Crawford
Gryffindor Prefect
Seventh Year
fearless[on:On.][of:Off.]
Posts: 257
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Post by Sophia Crawford on Oct 12, 2008 22:50:07 GMT -5
Her heart skipped a beat as she entered the station for the last time. It was the last first day of Hogwarts for Sophia, and she promised herself that she would devote herself to the school entirely, soaking up all the experiences she possibly could. Her parents gave her reassuring grins and huge hugs before leaving her at Platform Nine. The Crawfords were usually emotional, clingy people, but today was different. Today was the day that her parents recognized her as an adult, and stifled their tears. Well, only her mother stifled tears. Her father merely waved and held his wife close. Sophia looked down at her outfit that she would soon have to cover with the uniform robe. She wore a tilted red beret over her long dark hair, pin-straight as always. A plain black t-shirt was jazzed up with a red and black checked scarf, and at the bottom of her skinny grey jeans stood tall red high-heeled boots. She grinned as she saw her reflection on a glass partition. Light gleamed off of her lion belt buckle. She laughed a little. Yes, it was a little much for the first day, but when you're going all out you can't ignore your clothes. She felt the weight of her Prefect badge in her purse and an unexplainable shiver pulsed through her body. It was going to be a good year, a great year. She could feel it. Sophia looked around suspiciously, then strutted through the barrier to see the steaming scarlet engine she had come to love. She sprung onto the train happily and entered an empty compartment, wondering where her best friend Delilah could be. The summer had been sort of lonely without her snake buddy...budd ies... Sophia also wondered where Connor was. Connor was probably her best guy friend in the school and she only saw him at camp once the whole summer. She sat in the compartment and then started humming a Paramore tune, staring out the window at all of the busy mothers, the passive fathers, and the anxious students.
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Post by Vanessa Sanderson on Oct 12, 2008 23:02:00 GMT -5
Seventh Year.
Vanessa knew all of what that meant, and was very much uncomfortable with the fact that after this year, she'd be out on her own doing whatever was supposed to be done of her in the wizarding world. She really didn't know what she wanted to do with herself yet, and as she crossed through to platform 9 3/4, she let out a huge sigh of discomfort. This year would be one of those years that go by slow, but at the same time too fast, and ultimately, Vanessa didn't know what she was going to do with her life yet.
Walking up to the train, she tried to lift her trunk with no one to help her. Unfortunately, it was much heavier than the last year, and she just couldn't get it off the trolly that had helped her get it to the train cart to begin with. Grunting just a bit, she tried again to lift it with no luck. It lifted about an inch before crashing back to the trolly. Whimpering just slightly, she tried to think straight and clearly with also no luck.
Looking around, Vanessa looked for a familiar face. It wasn't until a bit later where Vanessa would remember that being seventeen she could now do magic because she was of age... but that was a bit later, and this writer wasn't about to let her off the hook that easily. What fun would that be?
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Post by Felicity Hjort on Oct 12, 2008 23:26:32 GMT -5
This wasn't where she wanted to be. Heading off for a year on the train without people? Yes, Connor, Dante, Celina, and Tallulah would all be boarding the train back to Hogwarts within time, but there were so many that wouldn't be. Drew especially. His acceptance to the Academy finally made it in the mail, just like she hoped and prayed it would for his sake. After all, with as well as he'd done in school and with the dream being his, why wouldn't they at least take a chance? Though she had done her research long before, and knew very few were accepted into the Auror Training Program, sometimes they went years without accepting anyone, she knew deep in her heart that they had to take him on. But even if he hadn't been accepted he still wouldn't be boarding the train with her this year, and she didn't think it was fair at all.
The night before had been heartwrenching for the blonde. Drew had stayed with permission from her parents and his Aunt, but it still hadn't been enough. All summer she had spent as much time as possible with him, but it wasn't enough. There wasn't enough time to satisfy her. Being with Drew was all she wanted, though as this was her last year she couldn't let her grades slip either and planned on using as much of her time as possible to put toward the classes she most enjoyed, with the help of her friends. After she talked them into staying in a room with her long enough to help her with spell casting. It was a danger, she knew, but she needed to learn.
Bag on her shoulders, owl cage in hand, arm through Drew's, Felicity laughed at Sammy running all over the place, his leash looped over the wrist through Drew's arm. And while her squirrel could pull a laugh from her, Dustan only made her feel guilty. The owl was a present for having made Prefect, and she'd finally given the badge up. Without Drew there, she didn't see much of a point. Sure, Connor was a Prefect, but she didn't want to be one, hadn't wanted the stupid thing beforehand. The only reason she kept it really was because her mum and dad found it before she could send it back to that horrid woman that called herself the Head Mistress of Hogwarts. What had she been seriously thinking when she sent Felicity of all people the badge?
That morning had been a rush, doing everything to shower, pack last minute things, grab breakfast, and greet and say goodbye at the same time to her dad when he returned home that morning. Being in a hurry, Felicity had asked her mum if Harold could actually drop both her and Drew off at the London station that morning, as he was on his way out all ready, and though she still had plenty of time, she wanted to spend a little more time with Drew, even if they wouldn't be alone, at least her parents wouldn't be hanging all over so they couldn't say a proper goodbye.
"I wish I didn't have to go..." Felicity mumbled, looking longingly back at the gate. There was still time, she could still bail.
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Post by Henry Lordings Jr. on Oct 12, 2008 23:41:00 GMT -5
Henry stepped through the barrier onto Platform Nine and Three Quarters, having just bid his mother and father farewell, and peered around. As always on September 1st, the platform at King's Cross Station where the scarlet Hogwarts Express awaited the students of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry was quite packed with students and parents saying their farewells.
Most of these students would be returning for several more years of magical education after this one concluded, however, for Henry, it felt as though he was drawing ever closer to a very unhappy barrier. The realization that this would be the last year he would be attending Hogwarts, and, though he couldn't quite work out why, he wasn't looking forward to the year's end.
Henry looked around for a moment at what was now a very familiar scene, and made, not for the rear cars of the train as he would have done in any other year, but for the prefects' car toward the head of the express. As he drew level with the prefects' car, he mounted the steps into the corridor, dragging his trunk along as he went. He turned into the first empty compartment he came to and heaved his trunk up into the rack before taking one of the seats next to the window, propping his feet up on the seat opposite him, and peering out of the window at the busy platform below with a sigh.
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Drew Thornton
Ministry of Magic
Auror-in-Training
I didn't do it and you can't prove otherwise...
Posts: 14,114
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Post by Drew Thornton on Oct 13, 2008 0:14:42 GMT -5
Drew was pulling Felicity's trunk behind him, finding it odd to be going through the barrier at 9 3/4 without getting on the train himself. It had been odd waking up in the Hjort house, dressing for a pre-training meeting he had that afternoon, and sitting around while packing was finished... but the oddest feeling was definitely standing in front of the bright red train and knowing he wasn't getting on.
It was a moment he had dreaded for a long time now. He would have to say goodbye to Felicity and she'd be going off to school without him while he stayed in London to start his training at the Auror Academy. They had spent a number of hours discussing it and they both knew it would all be okay, but it still didn't mean he liked it. After having the chance to see her just about whenever he wanted, they were now forced to wait until he had a weekend off or she had a vacation. Nope. He wasn't looking forward to it at all.
"I know," he said, trying not to think of all the awful things that might happen to her without him there to protect her. He knew she was strong and could take care of herself, but he still worried. "But we've got this all worked out, right? You'll have an owl from me tomorrow and I'll let you know when I can go up to see you." It wasn't a promise, since he knew he couldn't do that, but it was just a statement of the plan. Promises couldn't be broken, but sometimes plans needed to be changed.
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Abigail Greenwater
Gryffindor
Fifth Year
Don't cry for us, we're free and we're young[on:Nevermore][of:Forevermore]
Posts: 67
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Post by Abigail Greenwater on Oct 13, 2008 0:24:56 GMT -5
Abigail wanted to run back home to get away from everyone. Her adoptive parents (though disgusted in the fact she was picked for Gryffindor) told her the same song and dance every year. People would speak to her this year, she would make friends, maybe even find a boyfriend. All of this talk just went in one ear and out the other. As she left her house in the taxi cab her guardians got for her, Abigail tried to think of how this year could be better then the last one. What would she have to do to make it better? She sighed quietly as she whizzed through the city, on her way to the Hogwarts Express.
As the taxi rolled up to the train station she glanced at the driver. He was so oblivious to their world, her world. If she were anything like her parents she would have blasted his sorry muggle butt to kingdom come. But she wasn't, and she knew this. She may spout anti-muggle nonsense when around her guardians, but inside she was really conflicted with the thought. How could someone's blood be bad? Isn't blood the nectar of life? Everyone needed it, we all have it. So how could it be bad?
Abigail got out of the bad and paid him, giving a large sum (tip included). Without his help she hauled out all of her belongings and made her way into the station. Light eyes glanced at her watch. She had plenty of time to get to the platform. Instead of running toward the gateway she waked slowly, taking in her last few minutes of muggle time for a good while. Something about how they lived really amazed Abby. Everything they did was without the help of magic. Life seemed so simple to her.
As she finally made it to the platform she sneakily leaned on the divider that would let her on the Hogwarts Express. After a few seconds of darkness she was in the light again, but this time surrounded by witches and wizards. Pushing her trolley she noticed a few kids in her year. None of them smiled at her. They all just let their eyes slide over where she was standing, like she wasn't there. Whatever, Abigail shrugged. If her Aunt was here she'd say, "It's their loss" or something or other. Some thing a parent who's child is sad about being alone.
From the platform Abby noticed a free compartment. With a heave she picked up most of her things and brought them with her into the compartment. Once she claimed her space she went back out for the rest of her things, most notably her cat whom she named Artemis. Getting back into her compartment she set her cat down. As she sank into her seat she looked out of the window at the various families, friends, and other relations who were either crying or laughing. Abigail wouldn't admit it, but that is all she wanted. Glancing back at the door with a small smile she left it open, in hopes someone would sit with her.
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Post by Felicity Hjort on Oct 13, 2008 0:54:37 GMT -5
"Yes, I know," she answered sadly. But glancing at his wrist watch quickly, she noted she still had time to talk him into agreeing not to make her attend and take her somewhere where she could live and work and her parents wouldn't ever know she didn't finish her seventh year. Her mum never finished, so why should Felicity be required to? And it wasn't like Felicity didn't have any sort of skills yet, she was really good with potions and herbology and creatures. She could work somewhere doing any of that, and she could see Drew when he wanted to see her. They didn't have to do all this planning that was likely to fall through somehow.
"But talking about it is different than really doing it," she told him pointedly, stopping and half turning toward him to hide her face from others. They had talked endlessly about things, about options they had, about so many things that involved them staying together. But what if he met someone he liked more than her during Auror Training? Or outside of it? He had told her about the night he spent drinking with that friend of his in Hogsmeade. People did things when they were drunk that were out of character for them, what if he found someone then?
She all ready knew the majority of people at school, and had no interest in them. Drew was outside of school and who she had interest in was outside of school. No one inside had a chance at her heart. But there were people outside of the school he didn't know, any one of them had a chance if he let his guard down a mere eighth of an inch. And while she knew he wasn't the kind to do anything, what if he fell out of what he felt for her and fell into that feeling with someone else?
"What if I changed my mind?" she asked quietly, looking up into his blue eyes. "What if I decided I didn't want to go back?"
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Cole Bartlet
Hufflepuff
Fifth Year
"There is no good or evil in the world. Only thinking that makes it so."- William Shakespeare
Posts: 95
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Post by Cole Bartlet on Oct 13, 2008 1:33:53 GMT -5
As Cole stepped onto the Hogwarts Express he had one thing on his mind. He was going back to his real home, and on top of that he knew he was going to be with one specific person again. Cole began to walk through the train trying to find a empty compartment. He found exactly what he had been looking for. He carefully entered the compartment and sat down. He placed one of his bags on the seat beside him to mark that it was taken by someone else already. He put the rest down in the compartment where it wouldn't be in anyone else's way.
Cole couldn't take his mind off of the trip ahead and who he would be spending it with. He had been looking forward to this for a very long time now. He knew that the spot he had saved meant a lot more to him than he cared to admit to anyone but himself. Cole took his seat and waited patiently for Delilah to come and sit with him.
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Drew Thornton
Ministry of Magic
Auror-in-Training
I didn't do it and you can't prove otherwise...
Posts: 14,114
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Post by Drew Thornton on Oct 13, 2008 1:43:38 GMT -5
He frowned a little at her answer, feeling like once again, she didn't trust him to at least try to do what he was saying he would. No, there weren't any guarentees, but it hurt when she didn't think it would really happen.
Her next question though, caught him by surprise. He had thought that her reluctance was just nerves, but she hadn't ever thought she was serious about not going. He took a moment to think about the implications of her staying in London. Sure, she'd be close and he could see her more without the hinderance of Hogwarts rules and restrictions (only those of her father), but more importantly, she'd be home and close to her mom when Mrs. Hjort and the whole family probably needed her most.
"It's up to you..." he told her, knowing her mother wouldn't be happy about her not going back. It would also make it harder for her to get that research assignment in Kenya if she didn't finish school. If she was serious, he'd help her lay out the pros and cons, but in the end, she had to make the decision.
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Delilah Morine
Head Girl
Slytherin Seventh Year
i wish you well on this trip to find yourself
Posts: 392
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Post by Delilah Morine on Oct 13, 2008 1:57:16 GMT -5
The last time she'd ever step foot on this train... Delilah sighed a small breath of sadness as she boarded the glistening red train. She was a little upset, but also excited. Although it would be her final year in the place she often called home, it'd be the best year. She already knew mostly everyone, she wouldn't have to deal with classes for much longer, and she got the chance to see someone she had been looking forward to seeing ever since she first laid eyes on him. Delilah grinned as she checked all the compartments for a sign of Cole Bartlet, fiddling with the bracelet given to her as a gift, and she was also lugging his jacket in her carry on, hoping that she'd run into him soon, and be able to return to him what was rightfully his. Delilah smiled at everyone passing her bye, proudly showing off her Head Girls' Badge, and waved at those that she knew. Finally, there he was, and Delilah couldn't help but let a small 'aw' escape her lips when she saw that he had even placed a bag of his on the spot next to him, saying that at least that spot was taken. It showed her that he cared about her, but was still open to meeting others while there too. Delilah tapped on the door slightly, before entering and dragging all of her luggage in with her. She stopped beside him and grinned, he was as handsome as ever, "So you decided to save that seat for me afterall." She said, so glad that he stayed true to his word afterall.
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Lianna Maylorn
Hufflepuff Prefect
Fifth Year
Sitting on the edge of the World
Posts: 1,122
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Post by Lianna Maylorn on Oct 13, 2008 2:15:47 GMT -5
It felt weird; being there early that is. For so long she'd been used to rushing through the barrier while hoping, praying that she hadn't missed the train and not that she had to be there early there was a bit less of a rush and more apprehension. She was going to be looked up to this year for the example, watched at every turn. this year she was having to become something she had never really been before, something she was truthfully scared to death of even trying to be. This year she was a Prefect, a leader...and yet about as afraid of these facts as a muggleborn first year likely was about Hogwarts. Go figure.
The newly installed fifth year Hufflepuff had already said her farewells to her father and stowed her trunk away within the train. Now she found herself leaning forward while holding onto the handrails in between the fifth and sixth car, green eyes looking out over the platform with a mild yet equally eager glint. Faces had stayed the same, the train looked just as beautiful as every September and the overall mood was still joyous. Best of all it appeared as though there were a handful less aurors than September past; something that was nothing shy of a blessing in her eyes.
Lianna checked her watch and sighed rather loudly even though it was doubtful to be heard over the noise of the idling steam engine. Still ten minutes to go and she didn't see anyone around that she knew well enough to chance even a brief conversation with. In the back of her mind though there were more pressing questions. Who was the other Prefect? Who were the Student Heads this term? Who else had decided not to come back and quite possibly most importantly to her: would she hear at all from those who had graduated on that she would miss so much?
There wasn't much sense in thinking about that now really, no she had the whole train ride for that. What she needed to do now was...Merlin...what exactly did she need to do now?
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