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NIFFLER LOVER
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Remus had tried to tell his mum that he didn't need her to come with him to King's Cross. He was old enough to apparate, after all. But he could see how much it meant to her to see him off one last time, so he had relented. Remus and his mum had shown up to Platform 9 3/4 early but Remus had spent the last half hour trying to comfort his mom, who insisted she was crying happy tears. While Remus didn't doubt this was at least partly true, he suspected there was some grief and fear in there as well. So he'd spent the last half hour giving her lots of hugs and promises that he'd write a lot and that even once he'd graduated he'd still visit home all the time.
Remus' father, on the other hand, was nowhere to be seen. He never did come to see Remus off to school - he was always too busy at work. But Remus had never been entirely sure if it wasn't more that his dad wasn't just terrified that Remus was going to school, even after all these years, and found it easier not to face it at all. After what had happened last year - and what had almost happened... Remus couldn't blame him. But Remus refused to dwell on that. He'd promised himself he wouldn't. Because whenever he did, it threw his whole world spinning. Was he wrong to be at Hogwarts, where he might hurt someone? Were his friends really his friends? Would Snape eventually get pissed off enough to tell people? Was it a grievous mistake to be dating Sirius?
When Remus didn't think about the 'Prank' last year, all seemed right. Of course he belonged at Hogwarts with his three best friends. There was nowhere he'd ever belonged more than the school where he'd felt like a king of the castle long before he'd reached his seventh year, amongst the best and most loyal people he'd ever known. And of course Remus belonged with Sirius, who he'd been steadily falling in love with for years. It all felt right, so long as he didn't think. So... he tried not to, for once in his life. Because the idea of losing any of those things, especially right now when he felt he had it all - the boyfriend of his dreams, the best friends in the world, his last year at an amazing school - was completely and utterly devastating.
Remus' mother had finally started calming herself by the time Sirius came onto the platform. She was wiping away the last of her tears and sniffling, "I'm sorry, Remus, Sweetie, I'm being silly."
"You're not being silly, Mum. But I promise -" Remus started before cutting off when he heard the sound of his nickname being shouted by an all too familiar voice. He grinned broadly as he turned to face Sirius as he came running over. He returned the tight embrace and teased right back, "Only by a few inches." Sirius was right, though, he had grown again. But only by one inch, not a few. Remus gave a rather awkward laugh when Peter went ahead and joined their group hug. Mostly he found it endearing, really. It was nice that Peter had so much affection for them. But also, he wouldn't have minded a few minutes alone with his boyfriend.
Remus carefully detangled himself from the embrace.
"Hello, Dears," Hope greeted Peter and Sirius with a smile. She gave Remus one more kiss on the cheek and then told him, "You have a good year. I'll see you at Christmas."
"Love you, Mum," Remus said, giving her a quick hug before she wandered off to give Remus space with his friends.
Turning back to Sirius and Peter, Remus asked with a grin, "Ready to go?" They should probably get on the train - it was getting late. They could catch up once they'd found a compartment. Besides, Remus was rather excited for this last year.
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)Remus had tried to tell his mum that he didn't need her to come with him to King's Cross. He was old enough to apparate, after all. But he could see how much it meant to her to see him off one last time, so he had relented. Remus and his mum had shown up to Platform 9 3/4 early but Remus had spent the last half hour trying to comfort his mom, who insisted she was crying happy tears. While Remus didn't doubt this was at least partly true, he suspected there was some grief and fear in there as well. So he'd spent the last half hour giving her lots of hugs and promises that he'd write a lot and that even once he'd graduated he'd still visit home all the time.
Remus' father, on the other hand, was nowhere to be seen. He never did come to see Remus off to school - he was always too busy at work. But Remus had never been entirely sure if it wasn't more that his dad wasn't just terrified that Remus was going to school, even after all these years, and found it easier not to face it at all. After what had happened last year - and what had almost happened... Remus couldn't blame him. But Remus refused to dwell on that. He'd promised himself he wouldn't. Because whenever he did, it threw his whole world spinning. Was he wrong to be at Hogwarts, where he might hurt someone? Were his friends really his friends? Would Snape eventually get pissed off enough to tell people? Was it a grievous mistake to be dating Sirius?
When Remus didn't think about the 'Prank' last year, all seemed right. Of course he belonged at Hogwarts with his three best friends. There was nowhere he'd ever belonged more than the school where he'd felt like a king of the castle long before he'd reached his seventh year, amongst the best and most loyal people he'd ever known. And of course Remus belonged with Sirius, who he'd been steadily falling in love with for years. It all felt right, so long as he didn't think. So... he tried not to, for once in his life. Because the idea of losing any of those things, especially right now when he felt he had it all - the boyfriend of his dreams, the best friends in the world, his last year at an amazing school - was completely and utterly devastating.
Remus' mother had finally started calming herself by the time Sirius came onto the platform. She was wiping away the last of her tears and sniffling, "I'm sorry, Remus, Sweetie, I'm being silly."
"You're not being silly, Mum. But I promise -" Remus started before cutting off when he heard the sound of his nickname being shouted by an all too familiar voice. He grinned broadly as he turned to face Sirius as he came running over. He returned the tight embrace and teased right back, "Only by a few inches." Sirius was right, though, he had grown again. But only by one inch, not a few. Remus gave a rather awkward laugh when Peter went ahead and joined their group hug. Mostly he found it endearing, really. It was nice that Peter had so much affection for them. But also, he wouldn't have minded a few minutes alone with his boyfriend.
Remus carefully detangled himself from the embrace.
"Hello, Dears," Hope greeted Peter and Sirius with a smile. She gave Remus one more kiss on the cheek and then told him, "You have a good year. I'll see you at Christmas."
"Love you, Mum," Remus said, giving her a quick hug before she wandered off to give Remus space with his friends.
Turning back to Sirius and Peter, Remus asked with a grin, "Ready to go?" They should probably get on the train - it was getting late. They could catch up once they'd found a compartment. Besides, Remus was rather excited for this last year.
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Hermione said goodbye to Mrs. Weasley alongside Harry and the Weasley children, accepting a hug from her and thanking her for her everything from the previous day. She knew her parents wouldn't have let her stay at the Leaky Cauldron with Harry and Ron if Mrs. Weasley hadn't been looking after her, so she appreciated it. She'd missed her friends over the summer and greatly worried over Harry, so she had been glad for the chance to reunite with them a day early. Hermione watched as Mr. Weasley pulled Harry away, her eyes following them with evident curiosity. Somehow, she doubted Mr. Weasley was asking after the function of a rubber duck this time, if only because he would have pulled her aside as well. No, it seemed like something genuinely important and she couldn't help but worry. She was sure she'd find out whatever it was soon enough, though, and they didn't have much time. So Hermione mounted the Hogwarts Express alongside Ron.
They talked, mostly arguing as per usual, as they walked along the corridor looking for an empty compartment. They didn't have much luck - it seemed that most were full. Finally, they came across a compartment that was empty save one person - a person that made her do a double take because it wasn't a student at all. But no adults were ever on the Hogwarts Express, save the person who managed the trolley and the conductor. She frowned, taking him and his suitcase in. "Well, this will do," she decided. It was the best they were likely to find, having arrived so late. And at least the man appeared to be out cold - he wouldn't be bothering them. So Hermione pulled her trunk in, her cat carrier tucked under an arm. Once she'd gotten both items situated she went back into the corridor to wait for Harry, standing just outside the compartment she'd found. A few minutes later she spotted him boarding the train and waved with a smile. "Harry," she called, "Over here."
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)Hermione said goodbye to Mrs. Weasley alongside Harry and the Weasley children, accepting a hug from her and thanking her for her everything from the previous day. She knew her parents wouldn't have let her stay at the Leaky Cauldron with Harry and Ron if Mrs. Weasley hadn't been looking after her, so she appreciated it. She'd missed her friends over the summer and greatly worried over Harry, so she had been glad for the chance to reunite with them a day early. Hermione watched as Mr. Weasley pulled Harry away, her eyes following them with evident curiosity. Somehow, she doubted Mr. Weasley was asking after the function of a rubber duck this time, if only because he would have pulled her aside as well. No, it seemed like something genuinely important and she couldn't help but worry. She was sure she'd find out whatever it was soon enough, though, and they didn't have much time. So Hermione mounted the Hogwarts Express alongside Ron.
They talked, mostly arguing as per usual, as they walked along the corridor looking for an empty compartment. They didn't have much luck - it seemed that most were full. Finally, they came across a compartment that was empty save one person - a person that made her do a double take because it wasn't a student at all. But no adults were ever on the Hogwarts Express, save the person who managed the trolley and the conductor. She frowned, taking him and his suitcase in. "Well, this will do," she decided. It was the best they were likely to find, having arrived so late. And at least the man appeared to be out cold - he wouldn't be bothering them. So Hermione pulled her trunk in, her cat carrier tucked under an arm. Once she'd gotten both items situated she went back into the corridor to wait for Harry, standing just outside the compartment she'd found. A few minutes later she spotted him boarding the train and waved with a smile. "Harry," she called, "Over here."
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NIFFLER LOVER
James f potter
mauraders era- Gryffindor- prongs
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Regulus looked the perfect upright pureblood as he arrived at the station by side-along apparition with his mother. She didn't like bringing him to the station and having to mingle with people who were less than her. But how else was Regulus to arrive? Flu powder would leave him looking a mess, broomstick would get him arrested, anything resembling muggle transportation was out (Knight Bus included, though that had its own problems of making him seem poor), and Regulus was too young to apparate himself. So side-along it was, and they appeared in a whirl of black and emerald cloaks. Regulus' was black but with the delicate silver embroidery of stars - enchanted to paint an accurate picture of the constellations of the night sky for the coming night. His mother's was green with the family crest on a shoulder, as if she was scared someone would forget who she was. Both of their robes were perfectly pressed and without a single wrinkle, and both stood perfectly straight-backed and proud, chins (and noses) up. Regulus was still short, despite his perfect posture, which he knew would be more of a source of irritation for his parents if it didn't also help him on the Quidditch field. It seemed all wizards respected Quidditch, even his parents. Both Blacks were perfectly groomed, not a hair out of order which combined with natural good looks to make for striking figures.
Regulus' mother was giving him his yearly reminders which he didn't need (do well in your classes, be careful who you talk to, present yourself well, and so on), but Regulus was only pretending to listen as his eyes scanned the platform. It wasn't long before he spotted the person he was searching for, though he hadn't admitted to himself that was what he was doing. By pure chance they'd landed not far from Regulus' estranged brother, just one year older. He was rather more handsome, rather more social and popular, and rather more dead to the family. Walburga saw where his eyes were and her features took on a look of pure disgust. Well, maybe not pure - there was definitely some rage boiling just beneath the surface. "Just ignore him, Dear," she said, all but spitting in anger despite the term of endearment.
When Regulus was young, he used to run after Sirius. He adored and admired his older brother, always wanting to play with him and get into all kinds of trouble - and fun. But, unlike Sirius, Regulus had learned. He'd learned what actions resulted in pain and what resulted in praise. By now he knew how to be the perfect son that his parents wanted and they were almost... sweet to him. But he'd never forgotten the feel of the curses on his back, never forgotten the sight of his brother crying despite his stubborn determination not to. And he'd never forgiven, either.
Regulus wasn't sure if Sirius was far stupider than his teachers gave him credit for or if he was far braver. But he was one or the other, because while Regulus learned to conform, Sirius acted out more and more as the years passed. The brothers, so close in age and appearance and once so close in spirit, grew apart. Regulus couldn't be the perfect son if he was close to the black sheep of the family. The distance didn't mean it didn't hurt. It didn't mean that Sirius leaving wasn't an act of abandonment and betrayal. An act that said that Regulus was a Black now and Sirius was not, an act that said that Sirius was the one worth protecting and Regulus was not, an act that said that Regulus was worthless - not worth sticking around for, not worth bringing along, not worth telling, not worth warning. So there was no longing in Regulus' eyes, only anger. Which was probably the only reason his mother hadn't taken her anger at Sirius out on him - she thought they were on the same side, united in their fury at her middle child.
Except... there was longing, even if it didn't show. Longing for what Sirius had - real friends, real love, real freedom; longing to be with him, at home or at James' or literally anywhere else; longing for what they'd once had. But he tried not to acknowledge it because none of that could be. Regulus had things to do, people to see. Namely a certain headmaster. So he tried to cover it up with his anger. Anger at Sirius but more than that at his horrible friends, gathered around him now. Dopey, falsely-innocent Peter Pettigrew; scarred, weak Remus Lupin; and worst of all, handsome, talented, bullying, conniving James Potter - thieves all. Thieves of the most valuable commodity in Regulus' life - love. They'd stolen what little he'd had from the only source he'd had it. Thieves. And James most of all, who'd stolen his brother all together this past summer, never to be returned.
Regulus forced himself to look away from the smiles on their faces before his mother got mad at him for staring at someone who no longer existed to them. He hated how damned happy they all looked, like nothing was wrong in the world, like they were fucking happy to see each other, happy to go to school. Regulus tried to remember the last time he'd been genuinely happy and he truly wasn't sure when it had been, if ever. Regulus gave his mother a smile, perfectly natural as if there was nothing wrong in his world either. No cousins telling him it was time, that he was talented enough not to need to wait until he graduated; no parents telling him he should be trying to find a wife; no brother who had abandoned him. It wasn't like the smile he'd seen on Sirius' face, it wasn't happy. But it wasn't sad either. Simply a polite acknowledgement of his mother's words, an indication of some respect and affection. Though, in truth, Regulus wasn't sure his family knew the meaning of either word. "Of course, mother. I'll see you in a few months," Regulus said. Then he tightened his hand on his trunk and started onto the train, walking down the corridor and looking for an empty compartment. He hoped he could just read on this ride and wouldn't have to spend the time talking to so-called friends.
Regulus looked the perfect upright pureblood as he arrived at the station by side-along apparition with his mother. She didn't like bringing him to the station and having to mingle with people who were less than her. But how else was Regulus to arrive? Flu powder would leave him looking a mess, broomstick would get him arrested, anything resembling muggle transportation was out (Knight Bus included, though that had its own problems of making him seem poor), and Regulus was too young to apparate himself. So side-along it was, and they appeared in a whirl of black and emerald cloaks. Regulus' was black but with the delicate silver embroidery of stars - enchanted to paint an accurate picture of the constellations of the night sky for the coming night. His mother's was green with the family crest on a shoulder, as if she was scared someone would forget who she was. Both of their robes were perfectly pressed and without a single wrinkle, and both stood perfectly straight-backed and proud, chins (and noses) up. Regulus was still short, despite his perfect posture, which he knew would be more of a source of irritation for his parents if it didn't also help him on the Quidditch field. It seemed all wizards respected Quidditch, even his parents. Both Blacks were perfectly groomed, not a hair out of order which combined with natural good looks to make for striking figures.
Regulus' mother was giving him his yearly reminders which he didn't need (do well in your classes, be careful who you talk to, present yourself well, and so on), but Regulus was only pretending to listen as his eyes scanned the platform. It wasn't long before he spotted the person he was searching for, though he hadn't admitted to himself that was what he was doing. By pure chance they'd landed not far from Regulus' estranged brother, just one year older. He was rather more handsome, rather more social and popular, and rather more dead to the family. Walburga saw where his eyes were and her features took on a look of pure disgust. Well, maybe not pure - there was definitely some rage boiling just beneath the surface. "Just ignore him, Dear," she said, all but spitting in anger despite the term of endearment.
When Regulus was young, he used to run after Sirius. He adored and admired his older brother, always wanting to play with him and get into all kinds of trouble - and fun. But, unlike Sirius, Regulus had learned. He'd learned what actions resulted in pain and what resulted in praise. By now he knew how to be the perfect son that his parents wanted and they were almost... sweet to him. But he'd never forgotten the feel of the curses on his back, never forgotten the sight of his brother crying despite his stubborn determination not to. And he'd never forgiven, either.
Regulus wasn't sure if Sirius was far stupider than his teachers gave him credit for or if he was far braver. But he was one or the other, because while Regulus learned to conform, Sirius acted out more and more as the years passed. The brothers, so close in age and appearance and once so close in spirit, grew apart. Regulus couldn't be the perfect son if he was close to the black sheep of the family. The distance didn't mean it didn't hurt. It didn't mean that Sirius leaving wasn't an act of abandonment and betrayal. An act that said that Regulus was a Black now and Sirius was not, an act that said that Sirius was the one worth protecting and Regulus was not, an act that said that Regulus was worthless - not worth sticking around for, not worth bringing along, not worth telling, not worth warning. So there was no longing in Regulus' eyes, only anger. Which was probably the only reason his mother hadn't taken her anger at Sirius out on him - she thought they were on the same side, united in their fury at her middle child.
Except... there was longing, even if it didn't show. Longing for what Sirius had - real friends, real love, real freedom; longing to be with him, at home or at James' or literally anywhere else; longing for what they'd once had. But he tried not to acknowledge it because none of that could be. Regulus had things to do, people to see. Namely a certain headmaster. So he tried to cover it up with his anger. Anger at Sirius but more than that at his horrible friends, gathered around him now. Dopey, falsely-innocent Peter Pettigrew; scarred, weak Remus Lupin; and worst of all, handsome, talented, bullying, conniving James Potter - thieves all. Thieves of the most valuable commodity in Regulus' life - love. They'd stolen what little he'd had from the only source he'd had it. Thieves. And James most of all, who'd stolen his brother all together this past summer, never to be returned.
Regulus forced himself to look away from the smiles on their faces before his mother got mad at him for staring at someone who no longer existed to them. He hated how damned happy they all looked, like nothing was wrong in the world, like they were fucking happy to see each other, happy to go to school. Regulus tried to remember the last time he'd been genuinely happy and he truly wasn't sure when it had been, if ever. Regulus gave his mother a smile, perfectly natural as if there was nothing wrong in his world either. No cousins telling him it was time, that he was talented enough not to need to wait until he graduated; no parents telling him he should be trying to find a wife; no brother who had abandoned him. It wasn't like the smile he'd seen on Sirius' face, it wasn't happy. But it wasn't sad either. Simply a polite acknowledgement of his mother's words, an indication of some respect and affection. Though, in truth, Regulus wasn't sure his family knew the meaning of either word. "Of course, mother. I'll see you in a few months," Regulus said. Then he tightened his hand on his trunk and started onto the train, walking down the corridor and looking for an empty compartment. He hoped he could just read on this ride and wouldn't have to spend the time talking to so-called friends.
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Fred laughed at Fable's defense. Though, in truth, he did know she was a good flier. Actually, he'd been kind of trying to compliment her flying while still teasing her. Not that Fable was as good as he was. But she was good. But his expression grew mock-serious when Fable asked if they were ready to have their butts kicked. Fred took competition very seriously and he asked, "Which fantasy land are you living in? Is it nice?"
"If it's got less homework and rules, more dragons and chaos - we might join you there," George joked, seeming slightly less stressed than his brother but not for a second actually entertaining losing. The Gryffindor Quidditch team had the worst luck ever but this year was going to be their year.
"With us losing at Quidditch?" Fred scoffed. "Speak for yourself." It wasn't often that the twins actually expressed dissent from one another, especially in front of other people. But they were both only joking so it seemed harmless enough. Sometimes it was fun just to banter with each other, it let them build their jokes off one another.
Fred and George nodded as Fable said she needed to get on the train. George considered asking if they could join her - after all, they hadn't found Lee yet and they couldn't get a compartment just the two of them. But he decided against it. Fable would have invited them if she'd wanted their company. She probably had friends in her own year that she was eager to find.
Even if they weren't joining her, though, Fable was right - it was time to get on the train before it left. Fred and George might not be the most stressed about punctuality around their responsibilities but they could time things perfectly when they had a mind to. And they had no interest in being left behind and not being able to go to Hogwarts. There was far too much fun to be had there! There was chaos to instigate, magic to make, friends to celebrate with. So they both climbed onto the train, starting back down the corridor towards where they'd left their trunks.
But they didn't get far before they heard the screams. Which, of course, only drew both boys like a magnet. Anything that could cause this much chaos was golden in their books. All the more so when they saw the giant, vibrantly colored snake slithering down the corridor. Fred and George had always loved collecting critters and hiding them in their siblings' beds as kids. Spiders and snakes had always been their favorites, but toads and other lizards were great too. Really, whatever they could find. But this snake... this snake was a thing of pure, unadulterated beauty.
The twins didn't need to so much as exchange a glance to know that they were on the same page. If the corridor had been any more empty, they'd have caught it, both were sure of that. They could have spread out and flanked it. As it was, they had few choices but to chase the snake down the corridor, pushing other students out of their way in their haste as the snake slithered between everyone's feet. When it crawled under the door to a compartment, Fred (slightly in the lead) pulled it open without a moment's hesitation. Whoever was in there was just going to have to deal with it - there was a mother fucking massive, beautiful snake in there, so all manners were forfeit!
The twins barreled into the compartment, George now a half-step in the lead. They came skidding to a halt when they saw the snake on the neck of an older student, Fred bumping into George. Fred sighed heavily in evident, heart-wrenching disappointment and said, "Ah, well."
"I guess it was too much to hope a snake like that didn't have an owner who had brought it here," George agreed miserably. It clearly wasn't native and how would a big old snake like that have gotten on the train anyways? But they hadn't really had a chance to think - just to chase. Though, if they'd caught it and then realized it was a pet, would they have cared? To be perfectly honest... George wasn't sure. He might have considered returning it. Maybe. But Fred wouldn't have for a heartbeat. Finders keepers, especially with something as good as that.
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) )Fred laughed at Fable's defense. Though, in truth, he did know she was a good flier. Actually, he'd been kind of trying to compliment her flying while still teasing her. Not that Fable was as good as he was. But she was good. But his expression grew mock-serious when Fable asked if they were ready to have their butts kicked. Fred took competition very seriously and he asked, "Which fantasy land are you living in? Is it nice?"
"If it's got less homework and rules, more dragons and chaos - we might join you there," George joked, seeming slightly less stressed than his brother but not for a second actually entertaining losing. The Gryffindor Quidditch team had the worst luck ever but this year was going to be their year.
"With us losing at Quidditch?" Fred scoffed. "Speak for yourself." It wasn't often that the twins actually expressed dissent from one another, especially in front of other people. But they were both only joking so it seemed harmless enough. Sometimes it was fun just to banter with each other, it let them build their jokes off one another.
Fred and George nodded as Fable said she needed to get on the train. George considered asking if they could join her - after all, they hadn't found Lee yet and they couldn't get a compartment just the two of them. But he decided against it. Fable would have invited them if she'd wanted their company. She probably had friends in her own year that she was eager to find.
Even if they weren't joining her, though, Fable was right - it was time to get on the train before it left. Fred and George might not be the most stressed about punctuality around their responsibilities but they could time things perfectly when they had a mind to. And they had no interest in being left behind and not being able to go to Hogwarts. There was far too much fun to be had there! There was chaos to instigate, magic to make, friends to celebrate with. So they both climbed onto the train, starting back down the corridor towards where they'd left their trunks.
But they didn't get far before they heard the screams. Which, of course, only drew both boys like a magnet. Anything that could cause this much chaos was golden in their books. All the more so when they saw the giant, vibrantly colored snake slithering down the corridor. Fred and George had always loved collecting critters and hiding them in their siblings' beds as kids. Spiders and snakes had always been their favorites, but toads and other lizards were great too. Really, whatever they could find. But this snake... this snake was a thing of pure, unadulterated beauty.
The twins didn't need to so much as exchange a glance to know that they were on the same page. If the corridor had been any more empty, they'd have caught it, both were sure of that. They could have spread out and flanked it. As it was, they had few choices but to chase the snake down the corridor, pushing other students out of their way in their haste as the snake slithered between everyone's feet. When it crawled under the door to a compartment, Fred (slightly in the lead) pulled it open without a moment's hesitation. Whoever was in there was just going to have to deal with it - there was a mother fucking massive, beautiful snake in there, so all manners were forfeit!
The twins barreled into the compartment, George now a half-step in the lead. They came skidding to a halt when they saw the snake on the neck of an older student, Fred bumping into George. Fred sighed heavily in evident, heart-wrenching disappointment and said, "Ah, well."
"I guess it was too much to hope a snake like that didn't have an owner who had brought it here," George agreed miserably. It clearly wasn't native and how would a big old snake like that have gotten on the train anyways? But they hadn't really had a chance to think - just to chase. Though, if they'd caught it and then realized it was a pet, would they have cared? To be perfectly honest... George wasn't sure. He might have considered returning it. Maybe. But Fred wouldn't have for a heartbeat. Finders keepers, especially with something as good as that.
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"PRONGS!!" Peter cheered happily as James caught up to them. Though James was nodding for them to get on the train he didn't move straight away, instead throwing his arms happily around James Potter, quite possibly his favorite person in the whole wide world. Some people thought it was Remus, because they often wound up paired together while Sirius and James were - the perils of the person you liked best in the world having a different best friend. And Remus was often the one who helped Peter with his homework or to master a particularly difficult spell. But it was James who had first befriended Peter and gave him a place to belong. It was James who protected Peter when another kid decided to pick on the 'weakest link' of the Marauders, and James who never failed to make him laugh, and James who seemed to understand him best and never failed to be kind to him. Peter was so excited to see him that he was practically jumping up and down for joy as he released him from his hug. "Oh, it's so good to see you," Peter gushed happily. "Wait until I tell you about this wild thing that happened last week!"
Then Peter remembered they were supposed to be going on the train and looked around for his trunk. Which, of course, he'd abandoned to get to Sirius and Remus. "Uh, I need to grab my things first, though. I'll catch up to you all in a minute," Peter said apologetically, feeling like an idiot. That was okay, though - he often felt like an idiot. He waved to his friends and darted off into the crowd. Peter was not terribly athletic or agile and, the same as earlier, he kept bumping into people and barely avoiding falling over. But he managed to make it to where he'd left his trolley and pushed it over to the train. He carried his trunk on board, struggling under the weight of it. His Mum and him had to buy most things second hand and he didn't have as much as some. But the needed books alone made the thing far heavier than he would like. Then Peter started off down the corridor, trying to find his friends again.
Then Peter remembered they were supposed to be going on the train and looked around for his trunk. Which, of course, he'd abandoned to get to Sirius and Remus. "Uh, I need to grab my things first, though. I'll catch up to you all in a minute," Peter said apologetically, feeling like an idiot. That was okay, though - he often felt like an idiot. He waved to his friends and darted off into the crowd. Peter was not terribly athletic or agile and, the same as earlier, he kept bumping into people and barely avoiding falling over. But he managed to make it to where he'd left his trolley and pushed it over to the train. He carried his trunk on board, struggling under the weight of it. His Mum and him had to buy most things second hand and he didn't have as much as some. But the needed books alone made the thing far heavier than he would like. Then Peter started off down the corridor, trying to find his friends again.
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Young Severus Snape
Severus had turned seventeen last January, which meant for the first time he legally hadn't had to go home for the summer. So... he hadn't. In the months leading up to the summer holidays, Severus had secured a job at a potions shop in Knockturn Alley for the summer and a place to stay at the cheapest place he could find. It hadn't exactly been enjoyable - one of his friends had seen him working and teased him mercilessly, he'd had to make himself a potion to deal with the bedbugs, and he'd had to work long hours only to barely make ends meet. But it had still been better than going home. And as for Lily... well, the lack of reminders everywhere he looked had made this summer marginally less painful than the last. Marginally. Because Severus didn't need a reminder to think of Lily - he did that of his own accord, constantly. He wondered if he would ever meet anyone as smart and talented and strong and genuinely kind as Lily Evans. He didn't think so. He wondered if he would ever find a true friend again. He wasn't so sure about that, either. But surely, one day, she would see. Right? He hoped so because the idea of never being Lily's friend again was unbearably painful.
Severus had woken himself up early, eager to return to Hogwarts. It would mean three solid meals a day if nothing else. But there was also always the hope that it would mean making amends with Lily. Severus had packed all of his belongings into his trunk and apparated onto Platform 9 3/4, wearing his normal ragged black robes with his hair lank and greasy and his skin oily and pimply. He didn't pause to take in the crowd but he couldn't help but glance around for a glimpse of Lily as he made his way onto the train. He missed her so much it was like a constant physical pain in his chest. She was the only one who had ever got him, the only one who had ever truly cared for him, the only one he had truly cared for in return. But he didn't see her vivid red hair from where he was on the platform, so he went ahead and boarded the train. He found a compartment with some of his friends - well, he called them friends, but they were really more like tentative allies - and stored his trunk up above before sitting down with them and joining in their conversation about the recent developments in the war.
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NIFFLER LOVER
archie finnegan
Maurader's era / Seer
coded by natasha.
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NIFFLER LOVER
magnus zabini
mauraders era
coded by natasha.
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NIFFLER LOVER
somnus prince
Slytherin
coded by natasha.
Talathel
Wildlife Conservationist in the Making
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Phoenix Doyle and Callie Simpson
Marauders Era
Callie didn't much mind saying goodbye to her mother for school, but she was sad to say goodbye to her little brother. They were just far enough away in age that they wouldn't be able to attend Hogwarts at the same time for even a year. Well, Callie supposed they would have if she hadn't skipped first year. But, as it was, Callie was going into her last year at Hogwarts and Jamie wouldn't start his first until next year. Callie had run farther behind than she would have liked, their goodbye getting drawn out. But she was still quite early in arriving at the train station. Callie hated to be anything other than early for anything. Marauders Era
Callie wasn't old enough to apparate - skipping a year didn't give her the right to apparate a year early. So she instead took the Knight Bus. She sat there reading a textbook on healing magic, glad that it was so hard for her to get motion sickness. Some of the others on the bus gave her looks of either admiration or bewilderment at her ability to read in such conditions. When they arrived, the conductor had to come get her before she realized it was her stop. She apologized, grabbed her trunk, and hopped off the bus. She grabbed a trolley and made her way onto Platform 9 3/4 and then made a beeline for the train. She didn't bother looking around for her friends yet. She didn't have that many - really just Phoenix and Lily - so the odds of spotting them in this crowd seemed pretty slim.
So Callie simply levitated her trunk to load it onto the train and found the first empty compartment she could - at the time she arrived, that wasn't hard. She levitated her trunk into the overhead compartment and then sat down cross-legged on one of the seats, book open on her lap.
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Phoenix had to work hard to convince their parents to let them go to Hogwarts after his last Uncle's death at the end of the prior school year. Honestly, at first, they hadn't been sure they'd wanted to. Not for the reasons their parents gave - that Phoenix might be hurt at school. No, Phoenix was quite sure they were safer under Dumbledore's watch than anywhere else. But rather, they were scared that after they left they would wind up losing their parents, the only family they had left. But they knew that was foolish. It wasn't like they'd be able to do anything if they were with their parents. They were still only a student, after all. And their parents were as well protected as they and their mom combined could make them. Still, even once they'd decided they wanted to come, they'd had to convince their parents that it was safe to do so. In the end, they'd prevailed.
Still, when Phoenix had left their room with their trunk that morning their mum had been waiting in the sitting room and asked doubtfully, "Are you sure you want to go this year? You're seventeen now, anyways, you don't really have to."
"I do if I want a decent job," Phoenix reminded her. "Besides, there's still so much to learn."
Their mum sighed heavily, but it was a resigned sort of sigh - she'd known exactly what they were going to say. "Alright, if you're sure. And you're sure you don't want me to go with you to the train?" she asked.
Phoenix shook their head quickly, the very idea filling them with fear. "No, you should stay here," they said insistently. They didn't want to risk their mum leaving what little safety they'd managed to construct. They couldn't lose her, too. He went to give her a hug and a kiss on the cheek and then went into the kitchen where their dad was making breakfast and went through essentially the whole conversation again.
But, in the end, Phoenix ate a quick breakfast, said goodbye to his parents, and then apparated to Platform 9 3/4. They went onto the train and walked along the corridors, hoping to find Callie or Lily. Like Callie, they didn't have that many friends. They were a little too blunt for most people. But, to their delight, they found Callie pretty quickly. She was absorbed in her book and didn't even look up as they entered. So Phoenix decided to let her read in peace - she would take a break eventually and they could catch up. So they opened their trunk and pulled out a history book - not the one for class, it was one that actually sounded interesting. Then they put their trunk up above and sat down across from Callie. They crossed their legs neatly and propped their elbow on their knee to hold the book up at face level.
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(interactions: Draven & Sebastian (
Zombie.
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Levi resisted another smirk at Sebastian's words, knowing - or at least suspecting - exactly what he meant. He seemed more amused than anything by the tension. And when Draven looked to him for support in comforting Max, Levi did not join in. He was willing to puff up someone's ego for a few hours' peace, sure. But he was not willing to encourage Max to keep making up preposterous theories. Not when it was clearly upsetting Sebastian so much.... Not that Levi would admit to caring to anyone else. And he'd certainly been making an effort not to show his annoyance at Max too openly. Fortunately, Levi was well-practiced and naturally talented at hiding his feelings.
Instead of backing Draven up Levi said drily, "Or maybe it's that Ravenclaws know when they're making a fool of themselves." Levi sincerely hoped this would prompt Max to stop making a fool of himself (if such a thing were even possible) and not to double-down and defend his theories. It was also entirely possible that his words would upset Max who would spend the rest of the ride whining. But Levi had a hard time bringing himself to care.
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))Levi Lestrange
Golden Trio Era
Levi's gaze followed the conversation, eyes flickering between the other three ask they spoke. He smirked slightly when Max jumped to his own defense. Honestly, he was so fun to rile up it might be the only reason they were friends - he was fun to tease. But then Levi remembered just how tedious Max was as he utterly failed to take the hint to let the subject drop. It didn't help when he continued to make wild theories. Honestly, what an idiot. If Levi were granting him grace, he might have thought that maybe Max meant that Sirius would seek revenge on first Harry, who had gotten his leader destroyed, and then on Sebastian, the only heir to the family that has disinherited him as a child. After all, it hadn't exactly been a secret that the Blacks had disinherited both Sirius and Andromeda in rapid succession - Levi had heard the stories. But he rather thought that Max actually believed Sirius would waste his freedom on literally visiting a nephew whom he'd probably never even met. Either way, it was stupid. He stood by his opinion that Sirius wasn't going to waste his hard-won freedom on petty revenge. Maybe he was mad, but he was also smart enough to escape Azkaban, a feat that no-one had ever accomplished before.Golden Trio Era
Levi resisted another smirk at Sebastian's words, knowing - or at least suspecting - exactly what he meant. He seemed more amused than anything by the tension. And when Draven looked to him for support in comforting Max, Levi did not join in. He was willing to puff up someone's ego for a few hours' peace, sure. But he was not willing to encourage Max to keep making up preposterous theories. Not when it was clearly upsetting Sebastian so much.... Not that Levi would admit to caring to anyone else. And he'd certainly been making an effort not to show his annoyance at Max too openly. Fortunately, Levi was well-practiced and naturally talented at hiding his feelings.
Instead of backing Draven up Levi said drily, "Or maybe it's that Ravenclaws know when they're making a fool of themselves." Levi sincerely hoped this would prompt Max to stop making a fool of himself (if such a thing were even possible) and not to double-down and defend his theories. It was also entirely possible that his words would upset Max who would spend the rest of the ride whining. But Levi had a hard time bringing himself to care.
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Talathel
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Neither Fred nor George took kindly to being threatened - be it by the implication of a wand pointed at them or the explicit words. It generally made them more defiant than ever. But especially when they were being threatened for no good reason. Honestly, what had they even done? Spoken? That was hardly worth threatening someone over! They were less upset with the girl as she didn't seem to be trying to threaten them. Mostly, she just seemed annoyed and perhaps to be reacting to the tension in the room that she had woken to. George glanced at her when she spoke but Fred never took his gaze off Somnus and the wand on them.
Him.... Him, they were both pissed at, though especially Fred, who's temper tended to run a little hotter. George's gaze returned to Somnus pretty quickly as well. Neither bothered to answer Celaena, not when they had a wand pointed at them. Somnus had left them few options. They were Gryffindors through and through, they couldn't bring themselves to leave with their tails between their legs. So, all that was left was to stand and fight. Well, that and do the opposite of what they'd been told to do because that was how they always reacted to instructions but especially threats. So they all but yelled their jinxes, both of which were aimed at Somnus and not Celaena. She had her wand in hand but she wasn't threatening them with it though neither doubted that she would likely join the fight.
"FODIS" Fred yelled all but at the top of his lungs, launching a stinging hex at Somnus.
"FURNUNCULUS," George cried out at the same time, sending a pimple jinx at him as well.
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))Fred and George Weasley
Golden Trio Era
The situation had changed rapidly from one of fun and amusement, if some disappointment, to one in which wands were being pointed at Fred and George. But both of them were quite adaptive and they reacted quickly. The instant a wand was pulled on them, they pulled their own in near perfect synchrony. Both were pointed at Somnus, not caring that he looked to be older than them. They weren't going to let themselves be jinxed without fighting back.Golden Trio Era
Neither Fred nor George took kindly to being threatened - be it by the implication of a wand pointed at them or the explicit words. It generally made them more defiant than ever. But especially when they were being threatened for no good reason. Honestly, what had they even done? Spoken? That was hardly worth threatening someone over! They were less upset with the girl as she didn't seem to be trying to threaten them. Mostly, she just seemed annoyed and perhaps to be reacting to the tension in the room that she had woken to. George glanced at her when she spoke but Fred never took his gaze off Somnus and the wand on them.
Him.... Him, they were both pissed at, though especially Fred, who's temper tended to run a little hotter. George's gaze returned to Somnus pretty quickly as well. Neither bothered to answer Celaena, not when they had a wand pointed at them. Somnus had left them few options. They were Gryffindors through and through, they couldn't bring themselves to leave with their tails between their legs. So, all that was left was to stand and fight. Well, that and do the opposite of what they'd been told to do because that was how they always reacted to instructions but especially threats. So they all but yelled their jinxes, both of which were aimed at Somnus and not Celaena. She had her wand in hand but she wasn't threatening them with it though neither doubted that she would likely join the fight.
"FODIS" Fred yelled all but at the top of his lungs, launching a stinging hex at Somnus.
"FURNUNCULUS," George cried out at the same time, sending a pimple jinx at him as well.
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( forgoing a code this once just to get these boys posted // sorry its a little brief!))
Sirius was very happy to be able to hug Remus even for a brief moment before Peter decided to make it a group hug. He let out a sigh for a brief second before laughing a bit. It wasn't bad at all to have a group hug, though it was still very awkward when you are trying to hug your significant other and a friend of yours decides to join in. But Sirius ended up just brushing it off letting out at the same time Remus did. Giving a quick nod over to Mrs. Lupin. “ Hello ma’am” He replied quickly. He turned his gaze back into Remus when He heard Remus speak again and nodded in agreement. “ Yes, let's go!” He replied but that was short lived before James had finally joined the group and Sirius gave a quick wave when James hurried on over.
“ Finally made it aye , Potter?” He teased knowing they sorta arrived together. James just chuckled a bit nodded. “ Yeah sorry I had to say goodbye to the folks” He replied.
James was just about to turn to head onto the train himself before Peter hugged him. “ Hey Pete” He chuckled softly, giving his shorter friend a gentle pat on the back. As much as He was excited to get on the train and find a compartment so they wouldn’t be late to Hogwarts. But He’d always make time for his friends, especially his three closest friends, that was for absolute sure. He was a little bit amused with how excited Peter seemed to be today and he was just happy to see that everyone seemed to be in relatively good spirits, well everyone He could read. Remus was harder to read for him than the other two. But He was sure this would be a great last year of Hogwarts. Full of fun memories and hopefully a lasting reputation. “ Always good to see you too” He replied in a happy friendly tone as always. James had always been warm and friendly in a sunny way to most people. Not always all the time. He had a slight vendetta against a certain someone but this year wasn’t the time, He planned on focusing on that too much. He wanted to make good memories for the last year and as long as that person left him alone He would do the absolute same.
“‘ Can’t wait to hear the story bud”
Sirius took the moment of James being distracted by Peter to gently tug on Remus’ arms
lightly looking up at him with a big grin. “ What do you say about the two of us going to grab the compartment while they catch up?” He asked softly looking up at the werewolf with a warm happy smile. He was just vying for some private time with his boyfriend and this honestly seemed like the perfect opportunity for that to happen. He wrapped his arms around Remus’ arm and gave the world’s best puppy dog face. You get it, cause he’s a dog animagus. Haha, anyways! Without waiting for the other to answer, He let go of his arm and grabbed his trunk and scurried onto the train constantly checking behind him to see if Remus followed him with a big grin on his face.
James was willing to stay and wait for Peter, so He did as Sirius ran off onto the train and with Remus more than likely following him. He would wait for Peter no problem. “ I will wait here for you Pete!” He called out after him picking up his own trunk and waited for his smaller friend to go grab his own trunk so the pair could join their other friend’s onto the train. He was patiently waiting, greeting other students as they passed him and trying to keep up the friendly atmosphere. While, He was waiting for the other to return, His mind wandered to the upcoming quidditch season which James was so excited for this year. His mind wandering to the fact that He was the captain this year and He had to get the team back in shape to win the cup that year.
Sirius was very happy to be able to hug Remus even for a brief moment before Peter decided to make it a group hug. He let out a sigh for a brief second before laughing a bit. It wasn't bad at all to have a group hug, though it was still very awkward when you are trying to hug your significant other and a friend of yours decides to join in. But Sirius ended up just brushing it off letting out at the same time Remus did. Giving a quick nod over to Mrs. Lupin. “ Hello ma’am” He replied quickly. He turned his gaze back into Remus when He heard Remus speak again and nodded in agreement. “ Yes, let's go!” He replied but that was short lived before James had finally joined the group and Sirius gave a quick wave when James hurried on over.
“ Finally made it aye , Potter?” He teased knowing they sorta arrived together. James just chuckled a bit nodded. “ Yeah sorry I had to say goodbye to the folks” He replied.
James was just about to turn to head onto the train himself before Peter hugged him. “ Hey Pete” He chuckled softly, giving his shorter friend a gentle pat on the back. As much as He was excited to get on the train and find a compartment so they wouldn’t be late to Hogwarts. But He’d always make time for his friends, especially his three closest friends, that was for absolute sure. He was a little bit amused with how excited Peter seemed to be today and he was just happy to see that everyone seemed to be in relatively good spirits, well everyone He could read. Remus was harder to read for him than the other two. But He was sure this would be a great last year of Hogwarts. Full of fun memories and hopefully a lasting reputation. “ Always good to see you too” He replied in a happy friendly tone as always. James had always been warm and friendly in a sunny way to most people. Not always all the time. He had a slight vendetta against a certain someone but this year wasn’t the time, He planned on focusing on that too much. He wanted to make good memories for the last year and as long as that person left him alone He would do the absolute same.
“‘ Can’t wait to hear the story bud”
Sirius took the moment of James being distracted by Peter to gently tug on Remus’ arms
lightly looking up at him with a big grin. “ What do you say about the two of us going to grab the compartment while they catch up?” He asked softly looking up at the werewolf with a warm happy smile. He was just vying for some private time with his boyfriend and this honestly seemed like the perfect opportunity for that to happen. He wrapped his arms around Remus’ arm and gave the world’s best puppy dog face. You get it, cause he’s a dog animagus. Haha, anyways! Without waiting for the other to answer, He let go of his arm and grabbed his trunk and scurried onto the train constantly checking behind him to see if Remus followed him with a big grin on his face.
James was willing to stay and wait for Peter, so He did as Sirius ran off onto the train and with Remus more than likely following him. He would wait for Peter no problem. “ I will wait here for you Pete!” He called out after him picking up his own trunk and waited for his smaller friend to go grab his own trunk so the pair could join their other friend’s onto the train. He was patiently waiting, greeting other students as they passed him and trying to keep up the friendly atmosphere. While, He was waiting for the other to return, His mind wandered to the upcoming quidditch season which James was so excited for this year. His mind wandering to the fact that He was the captain this year and He had to get the team back in shape to win the cup that year.
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NIFFLER LOVER
fable dupont
Hufflepuff
coded by natasha.
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NIFFLER LOVER
( Last uncoded dual post)
Alexei had gotten onto the train rather early after having a long chase of his toad around the platform. That silly little toad was always escaping his grasp. But now He was settled into a compartment and was a bit content with lonely.It wasn’t often that He felt such a thing but when you couldn’t always be around your significant other for something simple as your blood status and well plently of other things, He didn’t entirely understand and most of your friends having graduated already left Alexei in a compartment by himself.
When He realized no one else was going to be joining him, He laid down on the bench and dozed off into a long nap for the long boring ride to Hogwarts. Though Alexei was always a very light sleeper, so there was absolutely no guarantee on how long He could nap for. But he’d cherish what he could do to get the nap in. The Gryffindor was very sad about his final year at Hogwarts. He wouldn’t probably get to see many other people he knew again, knowing that more than likely his parents would probably want him to go to a muggle university and take some catch up classes over the summer as Hogwarts didn’t exactly prepare you for university.
But he’d deal with it when He would get to it. It was only a short nap before He was woke up by some noise in the halls,He sat up rubbing his eyes and glanced out the compartment window and saw the snake slithering by. He blinked slowly a bit confused why such a venomous snake was out in about in the compartment but as soon as He thought about it. He was completely distracted by another thought. He knew He had to try to get the letter he had written to his boyfriend as soon as He was able. And as much as He wanted to send it in that moment, He knew enough about the situation to know to wait.
But that didn’t stop him from getting out his notebook and pen to write the letter now anyways. He would only use the quill and parchment if he absolutely have too.
Azalea was standing on the compartment after saying a very quiet goodbye to her folks. Looking up at the big scary train slowly taking a few steps towards it before immediately stepping back to where she started again. Her mother was a wonderful women and decide to walk her daughter onto the train and sat her down in a compartment near the front, so she could get off quickly and gave her daughter a big tight squeeze. “ You will do amazing Azalea . I promise” Her mother reassured her before getting off the train.
Azalea gave a small nod and little wave before quietly putting away her trunk and settled down with her smaller bag in her lap letting out a sigh and working through all her breathing exercises and counting on her fingers to keep herself calm. Social anxiety was always hard but she was mangaging. Fortunately most people where already on the train so hopefully she wouldn’t have to worry too much about being joined in the compartment. Not that she didn’t want to make friends or anything. It was just much harder for her. She let out a breath and decided to focus on the friendship bracelet kit that she brought with her. She fished the kit out of her bag with a happy hum and placed it on her lap getting herself started.
She knew the train was going to be leaving the station soon, so keeping herself busy was the best thing to currently do.
Alexei had gotten onto the train rather early after having a long chase of his toad around the platform. That silly little toad was always escaping his grasp. But now He was settled into a compartment and was a bit content with lonely.It wasn’t often that He felt such a thing but when you couldn’t always be around your significant other for something simple as your blood status and well plently of other things, He didn’t entirely understand and most of your friends having graduated already left Alexei in a compartment by himself.
When He realized no one else was going to be joining him, He laid down on the bench and dozed off into a long nap for the long boring ride to Hogwarts. Though Alexei was always a very light sleeper, so there was absolutely no guarantee on how long He could nap for. But he’d cherish what he could do to get the nap in. The Gryffindor was very sad about his final year at Hogwarts. He wouldn’t probably get to see many other people he knew again, knowing that more than likely his parents would probably want him to go to a muggle university and take some catch up classes over the summer as Hogwarts didn’t exactly prepare you for university.
But he’d deal with it when He would get to it. It was only a short nap before He was woke up by some noise in the halls,He sat up rubbing his eyes and glanced out the compartment window and saw the snake slithering by. He blinked slowly a bit confused why such a venomous snake was out in about in the compartment but as soon as He thought about it. He was completely distracted by another thought. He knew He had to try to get the letter he had written to his boyfriend as soon as He was able. And as much as He wanted to send it in that moment, He knew enough about the situation to know to wait.
But that didn’t stop him from getting out his notebook and pen to write the letter now anyways. He would only use the quill and parchment if he absolutely have too.
Azalea was standing on the compartment after saying a very quiet goodbye to her folks. Looking up at the big scary train slowly taking a few steps towards it before immediately stepping back to where she started again. Her mother was a wonderful women and decide to walk her daughter onto the train and sat her down in a compartment near the front, so she could get off quickly and gave her daughter a big tight squeeze. “ You will do amazing Azalea . I promise” Her mother reassured her before getting off the train.
Azalea gave a small nod and little wave before quietly putting away her trunk and settled down with her smaller bag in her lap letting out a sigh and working through all her breathing exercises and counting on her fingers to keep herself calm. Social anxiety was always hard but she was mangaging. Fortunately most people where already on the train so hopefully she wouldn’t have to worry too much about being joined in the compartment. Not that she didn’t want to make friends or anything. It was just much harder for her. She let out a breath and decided to focus on the friendship bracelet kit that she brought with her. She fished the kit out of her bag with a happy hum and placed it on her lap getting herself started.
She knew the train was going to be leaving the station soon, so keeping herself busy was the best thing to currently do.
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Young Remus Lupin and Young Peter Pettigrew
Marauders Era
"Hey," Remus greeted James with a broad grin, happy to see his friend again. But he was quickly distracted by Sirius wrapping his arms around his own and giving him puppy dog eyes, an expression that was all too familiar to him but still made his heart flip every time. Remus wasn't sure that there was anything he wouldn't give Sirius when he looked at him like that. It had gotten him to set down a book he was really enjoying more times than he could count, as well as enticed him into trouble on the rare occasion that he'd been reluctant to get into it. But this request was one he was actually inclined to agree to even if Sirius hadn't been giving him that darned look. A little bit of alone time with his boyfriend sounded nice, however brief. He was about to agree but Sirius was already darting off. Remus chuckled as he watched Sirius a moment as his boyfriend hurried to the train, glancing over his shoulder as he went. There was something half-way seductive about the gesture. Or perhaps Remus was just caught up with how handsome his boyfriend was in that moment. Regardless, he felt a wave of gratitude wash over him. He felt like the luckiest guy on the planet and there was still a large part of him that wasn't sure how on earth someone like Sirius had gone for someone like him. But he wasn't about to question it right now.Marauders Era
"See you guys in a bit," Remus told James hurriedly as he pulled himself out of his own thoughts, picking up his trunk and hurrying after Sirius. He caught up to his boyfriend as he was climbing onto the train. He would have taken his hand but they were both busy carrying their trunks. It took them a surprisingly short time to find an empty compartment, though. Remus tried not to think about why. But he knew that, with a war raging, more and more parents were choosing to keep their kids home. Remus tried not to think about the others, the ones who weren't returning because their homes had been attacked over the summer.
Remus nudged the door open with his foot and stepped inside to put his trunk up in the overhead compartment. He waited for Sirius to do the same before wrapping his arms around him in a proper hug since the one earlier had been so quickly interrupted. He gave Sirius a gentle but lingering kiss before saying softly, "It's really good to see you." They'd seen each other some over the summer, of course, and exchanged plenty of letters. But Remus had spent the bulk of his time with his parents, and occasional visits to the Potters' was different than spending every day together like he was used to doing at school. He'd missed Sirius whenever he was home, even if he did see him every other week.
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Peter glanced back when he heard James yell after him that he would wait for him. He gave a grin and a wave, grateful. See, this was why he loved James so much. He would always make sure Peter felt a part of the group, never let him feel left out or alone. Peter would never cease being grateful for this. He felt so lucky to have wound up with such amazing friends, James especially. Peter managed to locate his trolley without too much difficulty - he hadn't left it too far away - and pushed it back to the train.
Peter glanced at the clock on the wall of the platform as he rejoined James - they really were cutting it close. "Ready?" Peter asked, hoisting his trunk into his arms with a huff, struggling a little under the weight of it. But he managed to carry it onto the train. He banged it off the walls a little by accident, though, as he started down the corridor, looking for their friends. Spotting Remus and Sirius he stepped into the compartment. Once again, Peter seemed completely oblivious to the tender moment he was interrupting. "Hey," he greeted, going over to hoist his trunk into the overhead compartment. He was clearly struggling a little with it, being short enough that he had to lift it well over his head and not really strong enough to manage it.
Remus had broken the embrace with Sirius as soon as the other two entered the room, feeling faintly embarrassed. He wasn't entirely sure why. It wasn't like Peter and James didn't already know full well that he and Sirius were together, and they both supported them whole-heartedly. Remus was pretty sure Peter was just oblivious, not intentionally trying to continually interrupt their moments alone. But Remus wasn't used to public displays of affection. Or really affection at all, he supposed - he'd never dated anyone before Sirius and that had only started at the end of the previous school year. And there was still a part of Remus that felt so incredibly selfish for dating him. He knew his friends weren't about to judge him but Remus judged himself and he felt ashamed. But he felt too much love for that to completely overwhelm him and he still held Sirius' hand as he released him and his gaze was soft and loving as he continued to look at Sirius, not quite willing to give Peter his attention yet.
Until, that is, he processed how much Peter was struggling with his trunk behind Sirius. Remus shook his head with faint amusement and gave Sirius a small smile before releasing his hand and going over to help Peter put his trunk up. Technically they did it together but Remus really took most of the weight off Peter. Peter let out a gasp of relief and said, "Thanks."
"No problem," Remus assured him, going back over to take Sirius' hand and sitting down in a window seat, pulling Sirius down to sit next to him. Peter rather dramatically flopped down into a seat across from them, catching his breath after carrying his trunk through the train.
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