Drew Thornton
Ministry of Magic
Auror-in-Training
I didn't do it and you can't prove otherwise...
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Post by Drew Thornton on Oct 24, 2008 20:34:08 GMT -5
The whistle gave a long blast and the conductor shouted for all aboard. Drew had been dreading this moment for almost a year and held onto Felicity a little tighter as the students scrambled around them to board the train. He wasn't ready to leave her and he definitely wasn't ready to let her go. Taking a long look at her, studying every curve of her face, memorizing every freckle on her nose, he traced a finger down the side of her face. It would be weeks, possibly months, before he could hold her again. He knew they had talked about it, but at that moment, now that it was becoming a reality, it seemed so hard to say goodbye.
"I'm going to miss you," he said softly, taking one last long look at her before slowly leaning in and taking a soft, sweet, lingering kiss.
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Post by Felicity Hjort on Oct 24, 2008 21:41:31 GMT -5
When Drew pulled her closer against him, she had to do everything to keep concentrating on breathing. It was funny how he could just take her breath away like that, and he hardly had to do anything. Even with all of their little fights, and the few big one's they had, she just couldn't imagine not loving him like she did. While she worried he would meet someone he liked more, and prayed he wouldn't, she had a feeling he wouldn't. Just the little things he did to her, for her, with her, she couldn't see him being mean like that to her.
As his eyes surveyed her face, she watched his blue eyes hardly move. Everything she could ever want was right there and she knew it, but that also just made it harder to know she had to leave him. Again, her thoughts flitted to maybe just staying in London with her family and with him...
But when he leaned in, making her mouth go dry and and her heart race, she felt like putty in his arms. Every nerve her body hosted jumped and twisted, butterflies went off like fireworks, and her eyes fluttered close. The warmth of him took over only a moment later, the slow gentleness she loved about him taking it's time to work through her. She didn't want to go back.
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Post by Tho Region on Oct 25, 2008 1:20:04 GMT -5
He was just finishing up a page of notes, marking down things about the surroundings and actions of people on the platform, when somebody knocked on the door frame. He turned around to look at his caller as he slipped the pen and notebook back into his pocket, his notes done for now.
"Hiya, mate. Can I sit in here?"
After a quick once over of the boy with his eyes he smiled back, but it was lost behind the mask and glasses. He could have been sticking out his tongue and the boy probably wouldn’t have known. He rolled the boys word around in his mind for a brief moment, imagining the same words coming out his mouth, then he answered.
“Hey. You can sit.” He replied in what he believed was a friendly tone and waved a gloved hand at the empty seats around him. “Feel free.” He added and smiled politely again, but only for a moment before realizing that the boy probably couldn’t see that he was smiling. He folded his hands on his lap and waited.
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Isabella Huntington
Gryffindor
Second Year
The forest out there is forbidden? ...Let's go!
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Post by Isabella Huntington on Oct 25, 2008 12:17:33 GMT -5
Between hundreds of chattering wizards and the roar of the Hogwarts Express engine ready to go, it was quite difficult for anyone to make out the different conversations taking place on Platform 9 3/4. However, if one listened closely enough, he or she just might be able to catch one particular conversation of the newest group of wizards to arrive at the one and only magical portion of King's Cross Station - The Huntington's.
The family of three was running very late, as if their rushed, anxious expressions didn't make that obvious. The reason for their late arrival was the child, twelve-year-old Isabella, and her inability to break her poor habit of procrastinating. Despite what her parents had said, the red head had decided to pack for Hogwarts the night before she was to leave for the school, and it had taken her quite a long time to find everything she needed. In fact, Izzy had still been finding items to take with her as she raced out the door of her home this morning at approximately ten to eleven o'clock.
If it hadn't been for magical transportation, the young Gryffindor surely would've missed the train. Even now, as the family raced through the crowd toward the train that was boarding for the last time, Izzy wasn't positive she'd make it. Her mother seemed more optimistic than her, though, as she called to her daughter to stop for a second so they could get in a proper goodbye.
"Mo-om!" the red head whined as she continued dodging the various people down the platform. "I can't! I'll miss the train!"
Maria Huntington eventually got her daughter to stop moving, by use of the young girl's full name. The now frustrated child halted, turned around to her panting, tired parents, and rolled her eyes. "Fine," Izzy said, before dropping her trunk and giving her parents each a hug. This gave Maria enough time to remind her daughter to write, unlike last year. Izzy agreed, exchanged two 'I love you's, grabbed her trunk, and with some difficulty because of the trunk's weight, boarded the scarlet steam engine.
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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 25, 2008 17:59:21 GMT -5
Unsure whether or not the boy was really interested in a compartment mate, Chris entered hesitantly.
"Not to be too forward or anything, but what were you looking at just now - " Chris began. As he'd never really seen a pen before, he wasn't sure of what he ought to call the writing contraption which the boy used so masterfully. "And, if you don't mind my asking, what was that featherless quill pen you were using, called? I've not seen a featherless quill before." Taking a seat nearby the boy, Chris thought that perhaps he should introduce himself.
"Sorry, I'm Christian Nagle. Gryffindor second year." He held out his hand cordially, trying a smile as dessert to this dinner.
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Derrick Breckenridge
Hufflepuff
Third Year
Watch Me Spin Circles As I Disappear.[on:Violently drifting][of:Drifting softly]
Posts: 154
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Post by Derrick Breckenridge on Oct 26, 2008 2:02:07 GMT -5
Derrick looked down furrowing his brow at his past few actions. He was as usual being socially belligerent to everything and everyone around him and still could not just make conversation instead of fiddling with Francesca. Sighing he wished that he was better at this whole ordeal and was thankful that he only had to deal with one person. Just as he said this though a girl appeared at the compartment door and he felt his shoulders droop a bit. He didn't know if he could deal with all these people at one time. Granted this probably wasn't a lot of people to most people but to him it was a large gathering. He looked up when the girl did and noticed the luggage and knew he should have figured someone would be here to claim it. Derrick was about to speak but then before the words could make it out Maddyson had answered for him making room for the girl next to her. Derrick felt grateful for these actions from her. Not because he would mind sitting next to the girl but because it would be awkward because frankly that's what he was awkward in the general sense of the meaning. Sighing Derrick prepped himself for another new face to the mix and looked over at Maddyson in somewhat of an admiration. He wished that he could speak to people and be so open but really it wasn't his bag and that was okay with him because being so open was not his style. Raising his head he broke out into a small smile as Maddyson spoke to the girl and knew that this is how he would interact with the girl who was now entering the compartment; he would just play off her leads into the conversation. After all he wasn't much of a conversationalist to speak of so in these cases he did require some help. At this point Maddyson did just that for him and spoke
“That is, if you don’t mind cats!”
Derrick smiled fondly at her remark and petted Niwa's head affectionately. Niwa was a weak spot for him he would admit this openly; his cat in fact was the only thing he had grown any type of emotional attachment to since his parents death. His step parents were loving and doting but he just wasn't that close to them. Bringing his attention back to the present situation Derrick looked over at the new girl and spoke softly.
"Yeah if you're allergic or anything it's not exactly a good situation for you."
Looking down Derrick began strumming his guitar again. It soothed him throughly when he felt such tension sneak up and build on him. He knew he should relax it was just meeting people. It was plural though people not a single person. Shaking his head he removed the thoughts from his mind. He was focusing too much on such a simple thing. It's what he always did to everything complicating things more then they needed to be to the point where it was all he thought about and he almost developed anxiety over it. Sighing he released the stress from his body and relaxed even if he somehow managed to bungle the conversation with this new person, Derrick was pretty positive he had made a new friend with Maddyson regardless and that would be something he took away from this day. Derrick pondered setting Francesca down but right now her body and sound was acting as a defense against any weakness or chink in his armor he could present in a conversation. If something he didn't like happened he could just strum the guitar and he would feel much better but even if he set that down and he would seek out Niwa as a form of comfort. Until this moment he had never really realized how much he used his pet and instrument for comfort and security. He highly doubted that anyone else could or would say for that manner that they turned to something like a guitar for comfort and reassurance. He was a wreck and he knew it but at this point what could he really do? Shrugging to himself he turned to the girl and waved trying to give off some form or sign of warmth and opened his mouth once more.
"I'm Derrick Breckenridge by the way nice to meet you."
This was it his attempt at being nice and sociable. He'd given it his best shot and all he could do now was hope for the best of his interactions in this compartment.
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Post by Tho Region on Oct 27, 2008 9:14:48 GMT -5
He watched as the boy entered hesitantly and listened as he spoke unsurely. He seemed a bit uncomfortable, but what about this situation would make him uncomfortable, Tho wondered. Skipping past the question about what he was looking at he produced the blue-ink pen from his pocket and held it in an open palm. "Featherless quill?" He mused to himself for a moment before answering the boy, "It's called a pen. I don't see why wizards don't use them. I plan to, much easier."
He tilted his hand and let the pen slid off it and fall onto the seat between the two boys as the newcomer proceeded to introduce himself. Smiling back, a smile that was yet again mostly if not entirely lost behind his mask and sunglasses, he grasped the boys offered hand with his own, slightly smaller, gloved one as he replied. "I'm Tho. First year, unassigned."
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Connor Manning
Head Boy
Slytherin Seventh Year Quidditch Captain
something in the way
Posts: 737
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Post by Connor Manning on Oct 27, 2008 11:54:14 GMT -5
' Hungry so soon, Connor? I'm sure the cart will be coming around sooner or later. '
Connor grinned, as he was glad to hear that Sophia took his joke rather nicely. Henry didn't have much to say of it, but then again Connor didn't really know Henry that well. He shrugged slightly, and glanced back to Sophia as he responded. " Not that sort of hungry. " He joked with a small laugh as he welcomed himself even more inside the compartment and took a seat. " So who d'you think is up for the Quidditch cup this year? " With Thornton graduated and new people on the Ravenclaw team, Connor could only guess how things would shape up this year when it came to the quidditch teams.
" I've got to start rounding up new recruits for the team asap... I still they've gone bonkers for putting me in charge but eh. It'll make for an interesting year. " He shrugged his shoulders, half of his mind focusing on the current conversation, the other half listening to the hustle and bustle of movement in the hallway just outside the door.
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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 27, 2008 16:16:45 GMT -5
" So who d'you think is up for the Quidditch cup this year? "
"Well, Mr. Manning, as capable as you are, I believe that Anna here has got you beat. It was over before it even began." She felt herself laughing a little at how much confidence she already had in her imaginary team, the team that hadn't been formed yet. "At least, that's what should happen. This year should be a good one. I can feel it." She turned her head to see the rest of the crowd out the window begin to calm down as most of the students began to board or were already on the steaming train. She adjusted the hat on her head before turning around. She wondered where the rest of the prefects were, who the Ravenclaw Captain was, of course, and what was taking them so long. Sophia wasn't one to be patient. And where was Delilah?
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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 27, 2008 21:04:11 GMT -5
He took his time kissing her, making up for a month of her kisses he'd never have. His hand on her cheek, he stroked her soft skin and let his fingers play through her hair. He tried to ingrain the feel of her into his memory, something to call on during the next few weeks they'd be apart.
He broke from the kiss slowly, keeping his forhead against her forehead, his nose nuzzling against hers. "I love you so much," he whispered, knowing he had already said it a dozen times that day at least, but needing to voice it again.
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Post by Jeremy Taylor on Oct 28, 2008 21:09:40 GMT -5
Jeremy hated going back to school. Excited students enthusiastically greeted friends and called out to one another to save spots in the compartments as they said goodbye to their families. Jeremy did not expect anyone to be happy to see him and he was already anticipating the inevitability of sitting in a compartment where he was not wanted.
It was just him and his mother this morning going through the barrier at Platform 9 3/4. His cousins were on a different time schedule this morning and his father, unable to get through the wall, was waiting on the Muggle side with Sarah.
"Be good, and if there's anything you need, you just go to Allegra or send an owl, okay?" Mrs. Taylor told him, doing her final fuss-over. Jeremy tolerated it, but hoped no one saw.
"I got it Mom," he told her, tugging at his trunk. He didn't want to go to school, but he figured that at 13 he should probably get himself on the train without the help of his mommy. His mother seemed to understand and backed off... after giving him one last hug and kiss. Once she was finished with her final goodbyes, Jeremy made his way towards the train, looking over his shoulder only once to wave and give her a halfhearted smile.
He noticed a number of familiar faces on the platform, most notably his cousin and that rock-throwing girlfriend of his. They seemed to be awfully busy, but Jeremy wondered if the girl would let him sit with her if he promised not to make noise and bother her. His second thought was to wonder if that pretty red-headed Gryffindor girl had already gotten on. Jeremy decided that he would wander up and down the aisle looking for her... so he would make sure not to sit in that compartment of course.
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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 28, 2008 21:33:17 GMT -5
"A pen?" Chris had never heard of one of those before. Clearly. "It works like a quill then?" He was fascinated by it. Maybe too fascinated. He stared at it, even as the boy, named Tho, introduced himself.
"Wizards are smart," Chris snorted. "but not quite that smart. I mean, we still use candles and live in castles! I heard that Muggles use something called electricity. I don't know what it is but - " he saw the boy ... smile? "Sorry. I talk too much sometimes. You said your name was Tho?"
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Post by Tho Region on Oct 28, 2008 21:45:07 GMT -5
"I would say it has nothing to do with intelligence and more to do with stubbornly sticking to tradition and stuff like that. People and be quite brain-missing when it comes to breaking old habits." Tho, voices his opinion on the subject of wizards still using quills and candles and things. "Or perhaps the general population are against hassle-lessening inventions because they are muggle invented. And yes, I'm Tho."
He wasn't sure about wizards in general, but this boy didn't seem to be the brightest marker in the box. Deciding to indulge the boy he withdrew his small notebook again and tore out a page of blank lined paper from the back. He picked up the pen again and offered them to the boy, “Yes, a pen. It’s like a quill but better because the ink’s inside of it so you don’t have to carry around ink. I would say they’re a bit more portable, as well. Can’t stick a quill in your pocket without it getting all bent and broken. You can try it if you like.” He nodded towards the paper and pen offered in his outstretched hand.
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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 28, 2008 22:50:30 GMT -5
Chris frowned, though not openly. He caught a hint of... what? Was the boy patronising him? He tried to see through the mask, but he doubted that, with the powers of subtlety that Tho had, he'd barely be able to see through the mask beneath it. Some people, though Chris didn't like to think ill of them, some people found that the horse they sat on were far higher than anyone elses. And for this realisation, Chris' first inclination was to leave. He got as far as standing up before Tho offered that thing called a pen and some paper.
"Portable? Thats convenient." He contemplated sitting once more, but thought maybe that wasn't a great idea.
"Since you're so skilled with it..." Chris caught the poison on his own words and changed his tune. "how about showing me how to do it, again?" He still didn't feel welcome enough to sit. Besides, what if Luke had gotten on the Express and he didn't know it? He wanted to spend these precious hours with the Hufflepuff, before they were interrupted.
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Post by Tho Region on Oct 28, 2008 23:13:06 GMT -5
Tho watched with a mild, detached interest as the other boy suddenly stood up. It was quite obvious to Tho that he had somehow been offend. He thought backwards, trying to think of what he had said that might have provoked such a reaction. Maybe his comment on how wizard stubbornly stuck to tradition offensive, though Tho could not see why this would be.
But then, just as suddenly as he had stood up he sat down again. When the Gryffindor spoke he was pretty sure that mixed in with the curiosity there was a definite tone of annoyance in his words. Humans could be strange. Ignoring the hostility he was detecting from the boy he picked up the pen.
"It's simple, really. You just write, but you don't need to dip it into ink or anything." He made a two lines on the paper as he spoke. One straight and one squiggly. "The point isn't quite as sharp as a quill, however so if you want to do something very intricate then perhaps a quill would be better." He offered the piece of paper and pen once again to Chris. Behind the dark lenses of his glasses he was carefully studying the boy. Unsure but curious as to what his reaction would be this time.
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