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Most of you have boarded this train before, but going into this year is different. There are even more students this year because of the new headmistresses' laws. The schools of Drumstrang and Baubaxtions have been forced to close down for the time being and all their students are being forced to attend hogwarts. The train seems a little gloomier what with Morgana's henchmen patrolling the corridors, trying to catch word about the witches and wizards that have gone into hiding because of their leader. In some ways the ride is the same, you sit with friends and family you haven't seen in years.
Some of the students are on edge, especially the younger children. For first years, they are getting the wrong impression, they are seeing the magic of the train being desicrated. The older students have realized that this year is going to be hell. So welcome aboard and have a good trip.
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F i l i p p o ♘ O l l i v a n d e r
Hogwarts Express

This was rather depressing. Of course, he had heard of the Hogwarts Express since his youth. That unforgettable first journey through the countryside, over mountains, and lakes - the experience itself was legendary. His father. His father before him. Every witch and wizard worth their wand knew it. Formed lifelong friendships and bonds of trust within these very cabins. Many muggle borns first realised the majesty of their suddenly changed lives sitting exactly where he is sitting now. It had been one of the few things he had regretted, not having come since first year. But his duty to his family name. His love for his craft. His love for his family... they all convinced him that it would be worth it.
Now he was on the train. No longer allowed the freedom to create and learn at his own pace. Away from the quiet workshop which had been serving the magical community for the last two thousand years. Away from rare dustmotes floating in sun rays, as the wood and cores came together. As they came alive. His family has always been wandmakers. The sale comes second. The wands matter most. How they feel. How they exist.The bond. The Ollivanders knew each wand ever made by them. They knew who kept them. The knew when they got them. Both physical and mental notes dating back for thousands of years. All in service towards a single cause. To understand the Bond. And now he was no longer to be a part of it. Even three years seemed too much to be away.
He looked around the empty cabin. He had been lucky to get one. He felt alone, but he supposed his solitude allowed him some time to work through his internal conflict. Go through his small breakdown. His hands reached for his wand, running his fingers along the form, the grooves, the runes... A small comfort on the precipice of perhaps his greatest challenge. He needed to get this done. Study. Study. His parents have cautioned him against politics. Against history. Against anything that might draw the wrong kind of attention to him. He needed to learn. They would not harm him. Or undermine him. As long as he did the work. As long as he kept quiet. Ollivander's make wands for heroes. They weren't. He sighed, before leaning his head against the window, eyes blind to the passing scenery. It was only three years. He could do it.
 
Aodhán Finnigan
Hogwarts Express
The journey to Hogwarts was an ever familiar one. He had done it for the past few years after all, ever since the day he got that letter and went berserk in happiness. This was nowhere near as happy as that first time. This was...saddening. Ever since the new regime had taken power, all colour in the wizarding world seemed to drain from it like a dying creature. His father had even told him it was like "The old days" when the Dark Lord seized control of the Ministry. Arguably the darkest time in wizarding history. He had to wonder what it was about the turn of the 20th century that created all these people, first Grindelwald, then Voldemort and now Morgana. Did technology just attract crazy? Would this happen every couple decades now? It mattered not, he was forced onto the train regardless for another year at what, at least up until this moment, was one of his favorite places on earth. He doubted that distinction would last as soon as he arrived if the train journey had anything to say about it. His father gave him instructions to remain out of harms way as they were forced into hiding, but he knew those were just his mothers words, behind his fathers eyes he saw a fire he had not seen in a while and that last gaze was certainly a knowing one. He wouldn't submit to these people, he would stand up for his beliefs, for his fathers beliefs and the very structure on which Hogwarts was founded. Of which Godric Gryffindor would be proud.

It wasn't all doom and gloom, at least. He got to see all of his friends once more after all. Especially Polo. So with his guitar and cat in toe, he searched up and down the train for a quiet place to sit down with him. All along the train were nothing but hired thugs patrolling about, he was careful to avoid them as he continued on, his uniform already somewhat scruffy. He turned to his friend and whispered quietly "Don't suppose they even went to school, look at the way that one is holding his wand, you'd think it were baseball bat." He chuckled quietly until said thug gave him a stare and he stopped, rolling his eyes and moving onward until they reached what seemed to be a cabin with only one other person instead of the usual 6 that they had encountered. It was perfect, he thought, looking in to see who it was that was in there, somehow recognizing and not recognizing the person within. A person wearing, what he considered, very nice blue shades he wished he had in his collection. Must just of been another student he had seen walking about Hogwarts. Still, it wasn't just for him to decide, he turned once more to James and nodded towards the cabin "Just one other person in there, what do you think? Wanna call it quits on our search for a cabin and stick with this? No idea who it is though." He returned to trying to gaze inward.

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Leopold James Greengrass
Kingscross Station, Hogwarts Express
There was a heavier feel to the air this September and it wasn't because of the smoke from the Hogwarts Express. Instead of the usual sound of students calling out to each-other as the first years marveled at the sight that was the Hogwarts Express, there was a serious and somber mood as he walked through the corridor of the Hogwarts Express. Before today the journey to Hogwarts had felt magical and had been something everyone looked forwards to, now it felt wrong and tainted. The tradition of riding to Hogwarts on the Hogwarts Express had been twisted, it was compulsory now and the familiar faces of the Professors had been replaced by thugs. Morgana's thugs. He couldn't help but think that the name was a tad flamboyant, declaring who she considered herself to be for the Wizarding World to see. He supposed it wouldn't be prudent to mention what had happened to Morgana in the end.

His Mother had warned him not to rock the boat, to wait and see what was going to happen before getting involved. She'd told him to leave the heroics to the Gryffindors and to look after himself, something that he didn't need to be told. Regardless of how he felt, he didn't plan on getting himself killed anytime soon. Maybe if he were braver, the type of person born to a Potter or a Weasley he'd feel otherwise, he'd feel differently and want to stand up for what was right but he was a Greengrass and he's saw what happens to the people that end up on the losing side of a war. His Mother had had to spent years trying to clear up her reputation, as people spat at her on the street or called her a Death-Eater, he didn't feel like fighting for a side unless he knew that they'd win. Just because the 'light,' side had won once didn't mean that they would win again, the scales were going to have to tip eventually and he didn't want to be on the wrong side when they did. For his and his sisters sake.

So he was going to try to keep his head down, or at least he had been planning to.

Although it seemed, in true Aodhán fashion, his friend had missed the memo as his friend openly mocked the men. James had had to stifle a chuckle, turning it into what he hoped was a halfway decent imitation of a cough instead. Though he doubted they'd buy it for a second, this was what he got for befriending a Gryffindor. "If you get yourself hexed I won't be rushing to save you." He muttered mutinously under his breath as he followed behind his friend, ignoring the way the thugs gaze seemed to follow them. He was just hoping to find an empty compartment, if he had to put up with a bunch of skittish first years or a group of loud obnoxious people from his year then he may just go ahead and hex himself.

"Let's just call it quits...worst comes to worst I'm sure you can serenade him into leaving." James muttered with a pointed glance towards the guitar before refocusing on the lone student, he guessed they were a transfer though he couldn't hope to guess where from. "It's only one person after-all, it's most likely going to be this or we go ahead and sit in the storage compartment...which depending on this person I wouldn't be completely against." It was either sit with the unknown transfer or keep wandering through the corridors and considering the sudden influx of students he doubted there was going to be much spare room.

Silently begging Merlin to not curse him with the company of someone completely insufferable he shrugged and rapped his knuckles against the compartment door.
 
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Michelangelo Armani Zabini
Hogwarts Express

He couldn’t say that he was surprised in slightest. It would have been more surprising if things had remained the same for Hogwarts under Morgana’s rule. Though he would admit that it was a sad sight to see. Gone were the sounds of excited chatter amongst the first years and shouts of recognition between the older years as they called out for their friends. The tension in the express was near suffocating. Many of the students had to arrive alone or with another family member, as their parents were currently in hiding. Most of them looked nervous and downright frightened. And no it wasn’t the kind of nervous one would feel when trying something new or arriving at a new point in their life, instead they were the kind that could be associated with the fear of making the wrong move or saying the wrong thing. It was silent inside of the express. Michelangelo could not remember it ever being as such before.

He watched as Morgana’s followers walked around, listening carefully for any talks of their leader’s enemies or rebellious behavior. He then turned his attention elsewhere. There was work to be done, he was still the Slytherin Head Boy, a title that he took seriously. He directed the first years to the train and upon entering himself, told the prefects when they were to patrol and where. His work was done sooner than expected thanks to the henchmen walking around the express. He knew better to get in their way. Michelangelo entered the prefects’ compartment and sat.
He paid no mind to the large ball of fur that had jumped into his lap as soon as he sat. His companion Brutus had been calmly waiting for his human. He’d been entertaining himself by toying with the other pets, especially the rats that were in bored. As if sensing his human’s emotions he rubbed against him lazily and purred deeply before curling up into a ball.
Michelangelo smiled slightly while looking out the window. He stroked the feline’s fur in thanks to his attempt at comforting him. The smile left as soon as it appeared and once again his face turned into a emotionless mask. Michelangelo looked out of the window in thought. He remembered the advice from his parents. They knew that he was fully able to look after himself but it was his mother who worried. He’d been told to look out for himself only, to not draw attention to himself and play it smart. Michelangelo had already knew all of these things yet he listened for their peace of mind. If he happened to draw attention to himself he would make sure that it was not negative. It was better to be on their good side after all. If he were a betting man Michelangelo would say that once they reached Hogwarts there would probably be some new rules for the prefects and the head boys and girls to follow. He could imagine what thing would be like once they arrived.
It wasn’t long before Michelangelo was up again, as Head Boy it was his duty to help the lower years. One of the first years seemed braved enough to knock on the compartment. Michelangelo stood, much to the annoyance of his feline, and opened the door. He towered over the little first year. He took some pleasure in seeing how intimidated he looked. Michelangelo narrowed his eyes before speaking. “Yes?” He drawled, his voice deep and possessing a smooth Italian accent.
The first year seemed stuck as he just stared at the older boy. Michelangelo raised a brow, wondering if perhaps the boy was a little slow. He was used to people staring at him so he wasn’t bored. He did however, hated when people wasted his time. So if the first year continued to gape like a fish out of water he’d just close the door in his face. Thankfully his brain seemed to kick in and he spoke, asking Michelangelo if he could help with a friend who was feeling sick. Michelangelo wondered how someone managed to get motion sickness when the train had yet to move but nonetheless he followed with Brutus tagging along.
 
Karen and Annie held hands like they sometimes did. Everything was so different now. Annie turned to her twin sister.
"Do you think this was how it felt for Uncle Harry?"
"No, you dummy, Uncle Harry had to deal with Voldemort. That's completely different from this."
"But it's a bad guy taking over the school. That's just like how it was with Uncle Harry, Karen."
"Shut up, Annie, or you'll get us in trouble."
"Alright."
They looked around. Everything looked the same, but it just didn't feel the same. They were going to try and make the best of it. They were Weasleys after all! Fun was in their nature. Except for their dad, he preferred work.
"Did you remember to bring the Hiccough Sweet?"
"Of course! I wouldn't forget them for the life of me. I also brought Acid Pops and Stink Pellets."
"Let's not use the Acid Pops. I don't want to get in trouble. We don't know what this guy is like."
"But Acid Pops are the best!"
"No! If you do I will disown you!"
"You can't do that! We're twins, you daft!"
The two girls stuck their tongues out at each other, partially forgetting that they had things to do besides bicker.​
 
Alabaster walked through the aisles to take her seat. She held her chin high and let her cloak flutter behind her. A Malfoy. That's what her stride said. Power and confidence. Her platinum hair fluttered behind her, pushed back from her face by a green and silver headband. She let no one stop her stride, her path sure and straight.
She reached an empty cabin and sat down, grateful there was no one around. She sat down and let her posture fall. She tucked herself into a corner and let her confident facade fall away. She frowned, but then looked up remembering that her cat had been put in the cabin earlier. She found the cage and let Jinx out. The ball of fluff jumped out and inspected the room. She smiled, glad the cat had been brought in her cabin. She sat on the floor, pulling out her wand.
"Lumos."
She spoke softly, creating a small ball of light at the tip of her wand. Jinx saw it and started trying to swat at it. Alabaster smiled and moved the wand out of the way before he could get it.​
 
Suzanna Longbottom

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As Suzanna arrived at King's Cross Station she frowned, the train even looked gloomy. Some people that she had come to expect to see were there but their parents were not and she knew why it was the same reason her father and mother weren't there because of a witch that couldn't follow the order of Merlin. After her parents left, she was made to stay with her great grandmother who seemed to hate her but love her brother. She had become a little standoffish during the summer mainly because she had been screamed at for just about anything and everything. In an instant she had went from her obnoxious self to a standoffish person that wanted nothing to do with anyone.

As she arrived at King's Cross Station, she pushed her cart through the barrier and looking up at her brother who was suddenly standing next to her she sighed and went started walking faster. It wasn't that she was mad at him it was honestly because she missed her dad. "Suzanna! Wait why are you acting like this it isn't you." Her brother said taking a few strides taking care to stay next to her but she didn't answer him and kept walking. She could see a familiar face among the sea of students. She really didn't even want to talk to her friend, Pandora which could be seen as strange.
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Marielle Weasly and Jackson Potter
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Marielle didn't want this to be Jackson's first year experience. She wanted him to have a warm welcome, an exciting time at the platform and on the train. Not this. Not their grandparents wishing them luck from the parking lot. Not the watchful eyes of hostile thugs, keeping an extra eye on Jackson as he walked along with his older cousin. "Keep your head down," She told him, "Don't give them a reason to engage." It hurt to tell him this, and it hurt more to see the overwhelming change there on the platform. Whispers and tension replaced excitement and loud chattering, Marielle was worried. Even more so after Jackson took her hand once they had put their trolleys with the others.

He was nervous, and rightfully so. Much like all the other first years she had spotted. Glancing down at Jackson once more, she let out a soft sigh, before leading him over to the train. It was hard to miss her fiery red hair, even up in a messy bun, the students who recognized her greeted her and her cousin as they passed, looking for a free cabin. They had actually passed Michelangelo, the Slytherin head boy. Marielle said hello to him as they passed, before stopping at a compartment with a soft light coming from inside.

"Someone's in there, we should find an empty one," Jackson said, tugging at Marielle's hand. She looked down the isle, just barely able to see into the car before their current one, and the car behind it.

"I don't think there's an empty one left," She said, opening the compartment door. To her surprise, it was a stranger. "Alabaster!" She sounded almost happy to see her, before she had to usher Jackson in. He took a seat, careful not to accidently step on the Slytherin girl, as Marielle addressed her. "Sorry for the intrusion, but there's nowhere else. I hope you don't mind," She said, though she kept the door open incase Alabaster made a huge fuss about them sharing a compartment with her.
 
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Hogwarts Express
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Filippo's eyes had long since closed behind his shades, his head leaning gently against the windows facing outward. He had not heard the initial check by Aodhan, but the light rap of fingers across the door by James had him slowly sitting upright and looking towards the door, raising a bow. Wondering for a moment what they wanted. Seeing that they had some things with them, looking over the cabin which was empty save for himself, he quickly put two and two together, and with an absentminded wave of his hand, he gestured them inside. As they entered he cleared his throat lightly. "Scusami. You don't have to ask. The cabin is not mine. Entare prego. Sit down. Per Favore." He moved his bags a bit closer, his few extra things, a notebook he had been sketching wands in, an extra coat, and a small... for lack of a better word, basket. A packed lunch that was being kept fresh and warm with a few charms from his mother and grandmother. Bruschetta, Mozzarelline fritte, Salame, Olives, Insalata Caprese... All the smells and comforts from home. Somewhat embarrassed for a moment, knowing that most British students would find the whole sight quite... quaint, he shifted closer towards the window.
The two seemed nice enough. The one who had knocked seemed the more reserved of the two. At least in appearance. Perhaps more intense. He could not recall his face, and so also neither his wand. He must not have been there when it was sold. The other was a redhead. With freckles. The sight of which always made him smile, memories of his grandmother running across his mind. When he stepped forward and into the room, another set of memories came back. Rushing forward. Something he thought of often. An event four years back. No... five? Almost. Twelve and a quarter. Ash. Dragon heartstring. Quite bendy. Slowly Filippo's hand went up to his breast pocket, where he kept three coins. His grandfather had charmed them to always stay close to each other, and never leave his side. That he would always be able to find them, and they would never be separated. His first sale. The innate joy that flooded through him was repressed quickly. More than one of his former clients have told him to shove off and quiet the fuck down. Just because he sold them their wands, did not make them friends. So instead, he offered them a gentle smile, and a nod. "My name is Filippo. Ciao, come stai?"
 
Alabaster moved to get up when she heard somewhere entering the cabin. She was standing when they entered, finding Marielle and another boy. She straightened her posture back up.
"Marielle, who is this?"
She snapped in her very best snobby voice, which reminded her best of her father. She stopped Jinx up in her arms and put her wand away. She would have been completely fine if I'd had been just Marielle, but she didn't know this boy.

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This was not going to be a good year.

She could tell without even getting to the school. It was going to be horrible, she just...somewhere in the back of her mind she knew this was not going to be good for anybody.

Sinking down into her seat, Johanna crossed her arms and sighed, staring out the window and wondering what her mother was doing. Worrying, probably. The woman never stopped worrying, and... well, Joey couldn’t hide the Daily Prophet from her forever. She knew about the state of the world. And no doubt, it would make her worry intensely.

Not that Joey wasn’t worried herself, it just.. she couldn’t show it. The moment she showed any signs of weakness or hesitance the dark servants would swoop in and practically devour her whole. All because of a simple matter of heritage. She couldn’t help but to get upset about it all by herself. Once this wizarding world was... conquered? What would happen to the muggles? Her mother?

She looked up in time to see her pet flying squirrel scuttling around the seat beside her, running in circles with a burst of energy before flopping on the cushioned seat with a pant.

“... glad somebody is excited, Squiggles.” She said to the squirrel, quickly picking him up and placing him in her lap, giving him a well earned belly scratch, which he seemed to enjoy immensely.
 
Matthew Longbottom

Location: Kings Cross Station| Interacting with: none| Mentions: Tahiti Tahiti



Matthew had seen his sister become more distant from him and he wasn't entirely sure why. She had began to draw more than ever since their parents left to go into hiding. He was getting tired of her acting this way and as he finally said something about it she completely ignored him and continued walking. He was not the one that was loud and he was not the one who was supposed yo push her to tell him things. But he had to do something and noticing that she had walked past Pandora too he sighed and grabbed her arm. "Let go Matty, I just want to get on the train." She whined at him and he groaned.
"Not until you tell me what the hell is wrong with you you aren't acting like my sister. I'm not supposed to be the one that has to drag stuff out of you. You are the one that is supposed to be outspoken not curled up in a ball waiting for someone to come ask what's wrong!" He said as he kept a grip on her arm and she looked up at him like she was trying to read a difficult book and she didn't understand. He groaned in frustration and let go of her arm. "At least say hi to Pandora." He says and points towards her.
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Marielle Weasly and Jackson Potter
Hogwarts Express
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When Alabaster snapped the way she did, Jackson looked to Marielle, only watching as she took a seat beside him, unphased. "This is my cousin, Jackson Potter. He's a first year, and she to everything that's going on, my grandmother wanted me to keep him close. So I am," She answered, keeping eye contact with the Malfoy child. Marielle knew this wasn't how Alabaster actually was, and had seen her slip up multiple times, but knew that the other girl felt the need to put on an act. "Don't worry, he won't bother you. Just try not to scare him."

"It's nice to meet you," Jackson added quietly, unsure of how to really react. Marielle seemed calm, but she also seemed to know this girl. Maybe she wasn't all bad? Or maybe Slytherin kids were just like how everyone had warned him about. Marielle seemed to be the only exception in any of those conversations. He shifted slightly in his seat, again, unsure of what to do. But since Marielle wasn't telling him they were gonna get up an move, he just sat there look out the window.
 
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Lyra ColtHogwarts Express
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Normally, Lyra would be one of the last people to enter the train. Every year after coming back from Hogwarts, she would travel to a new city, look for a job. and wait for the last day to quit her job and to take her paycheck. and every year, she would be late and would arrive to Kingscross Station on the last minutes, and she would be very happy to be going back to Hogwarts.

But this year was different, this time she was early, careful, and with a hand ready to pull her wand incase anything went wrong. she was happy that she was on the train again, but she was also worried. more students were on the bus this year, more tension, and a lot of Morgana’s followers roaming the train.

Hogwarts won't be the same, everything will be different and she had to be extra careful . Lyra believed that this wouldn't last long, she will not give up her school without a fight and she knew that her colleagues wouldn't either. But today was not the day to act brave and give an excuse to these brainless soldiers to put everyone on the Hogwarts Express in danger. So just like any other student, she passed as calmly as possible and started looking for an empty place to sit.

On her way she recognised some face, she greeted those who recognised her with a soft smile and a nod and continued her hunt for an empty cabin. Most cabins were full, but she expected that much anyway.

Finally she knocked on a door and opened it to see Alabaster , Marielle , and a kid who looked a bit scared. must be his first year she thought.

“Hey, is't okay if I join you guys?” she greeted hoping she didn't interrupt their conversation.


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Aodhán Finnigan
Hogwarts Express

James' joke gave way to some laughter, likely attracting the attention of those nearby as he looked from side to side, "Aye, that is true. My voice has been known to drive people away." As he returned to looking inside once more, the shaded figure ushered them in and in a bit of a rush to get the window seat, he dropped his guitar down onto the floor with a large thud as Blaze came rushing in after it. He simply gave a look of apology to both of them and sat down, sitting his guitar upright as Blaze jumped up on his lap and settled down into a twirled up ball. He looked to the shaded figure once again and gave a smile with a deep nod "Thank ya very much, it's hard to find good seats on this train. Especially with all the new students. Don't suppose you are one of them?" His gaze turned to the items around him, having put the others use of language out of mind but then putting two and two together as he saw it all. He was quite clearly Spanish. Oh, wait, was it Italian? Portuguese even? Ah, somewhere around there he was certain. He budged up to allow room for James to sit, staring at his friend for a moment with a warm smile before patting his shoulder in an almost sentimental way. Trying to show at the rather awkward time how much it meant to have him there with him once more. People thought it was odd that a Gryffindor and Slytherin could be so close, even he did, but it didn't matter. Sure, they might have differences, but James meant a lot to him. Something he wasn't able to keep inside at these moments. Not with...

His eyes returned to the familiar figure. It was a rather interesting sight to say the least, and if those glasses were anything to say about it, he hoped this was an interesting figure. He needed good distractions right now. It's all he had been doing since his parents were forced into hiding. Making up distractions. But still, he put on his always approachable and always happy face and extended his hand to "Filippo", a name that sounded oddly familiar. The connections were becoming rather too noticeable to be coincidence, he had met this person before, but he had no idea where. "I am Aodhán, Aodhán Finnigan, nice to meet you, if we haven't already met. Sorry about the mess I seem to have made, my mind is elsewhere right now."

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Reginald "Reggie" Baines
Hogwarts Express
To anyone who tried to enter the cabin, he seemed as though Reginald was bored, staring out the window, chin resting on his palm. But if you looked at the reflection of Reginald's face in the window, it showed a boy with eyes filled of wonder as the train rode onward. He was scared, nervous, excited, and curious all at the same time. His cat Flipside jumped up onto his lap, which startled him a bit. Flipside rubbed his head against Reggie's chin, and he responded with a great big hug. "Me? A wizard?" He says, looking down at Flipside, "I still can't bloody believe it."

He felt a slight tingle, and realized he had to go to the bathroom. He got up to leave and do his business. As he did, he passed by a few of the other cabins, glancing inside each of them. All of them seemed to be rather full, though. The one thing he noticed was a lot of unpleasant looks on many faces. He didn't understand it. If there was one thing he definitely was up-to-date on, it's the happenings in the Wizarding world. Even the normal world, really. He was pretty isolated on the farm back home, but he gathered something wasn't right.

After doing the deed, he tried to return to his car. On the way back, he saw another kid his own age sitting in a cabin, looking pretty scared. Reggie wanted to step in to say hello, but he decided to hurry back to his cabin. However, when he returned, he saw it was rather full of older witches and wizards. He tried to head back inside, before he was pushed out by the group of them. He fell backwards and onto the ground. He got up and brushed himself off, a little less excited than he was before. Normally he would have went back inside, but he didn't know exactly what they could do to him. Magic was a new thing to him after all. They could turn him into a newt. The thought alone skeeved him out, so he went onward.

Rubbing the back of his head, he started walking down the hallway of cabins, only to see most of them were full. Flipside climbed his way up onto Reggie's shoulder. He saw a girl standing outside the cabin of the boy he saw earlier. Reggie, not being a shy kid, marched over to the open door, "Mind if I join, too? Just got kicked out of my own cabin, y'see." He asked with a big, goofy smile. As if on cue, Flipside meowed afterwards.

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Marielle Weasly and Jackson Potter
Hogwarts Express
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When the door opened, Marielle moved to take a seat beside Jackson, thAbdul he was still a fairly small boy. The girl was someone she recognized as...hell, what was her name? Laura? No, that wasn't it...Lyra! Looking to the blonde, Marielle shrugged. "I don't mind, but I believe it's up to Alabaster. Me and Jackson may even be too much for her," She said, her mouth working faster than her filter. "Oh, my apologies. That sounded a bit rude, didn't it," Marielle muttered with a glance to Alabaster, be for looking back at Lyra. She wasn't too well acquainted with her, just passing in the halls, and if she recalled correctly, they had a single class together. She was a Ravenclaw too, so Marielle would probably have an easier time getting to know Lyra than she would a Hufflepuff or Gryffindor, so if Alabaster didn't oppose, this train ride could be fairly decent.

When another student opened the door, she had the same response ready, until she saw he didn't gave a tie. With a very brief glance to Jackson, she felt relived that maybe he would already have a head start in the friend department. Turning back to the boy in the door, she was about to speak again, when Jackson actually cut in. "Are you another first year?" He sounded almost relived, some of that tension he had been feeling disapaing ever so slightly. He looked up to his cousin, who sighed, stood, and let Jackson slide over, as she took the door near the window. "I don't see why they both can't join us," He said, looking at Alabaster. "He can sit next to me and Marielle and she can sit next to you." He hoped that they wouldn't all be locked out because chances were him and Marielle would have to sit in separate compartments, and he was nervous enough as it is.
 
Pandora Lyra Lovegood
Kingscross Station, Hogwarts Express
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Pandora drummed her fingers against the locket around her neck, running her skin over the grooves in the metal whilst her other hand attempted to push and steer her cart alone, it was her Mother's and surrounded by nameless thugs and fearful students she couldn't help but think about her. Usually the first of September would be a happy day for Pandora, she'd tease her siblings about not being at Hogwarts yet as she eagerly awaited the chance to see her friends again, but today was not a good day. Morgana had won, albeit temporarily - she had to believe it was temporary, and desecrated and tainted all that was good with Hogwarts. If the simple atmosphere of the journey had changed so much she dreaded finding out how much the school itself had changed. She loved Hogwarts and the idea of someone ruining it, like Voldemort and the Death-Eaters had tried to all those years ago made her feel sick.

Her Father had tiredly admitted that he wanted to tell her to stay out of trouble but knew that it would be a request that would fall upon deaf ears, so instead he just asked her to stay safe and not get caught if she did decide to do something. She'd never been very good at standing idly by while things happened and the idea of doing nothing whilst something that was sacred to her and something that her Mother and her friends had helped protect was being hurt was not a good one. Morgana and her followers shouldn't have been able to just ruin and twist something as important as Hogwarts.

There had to be a bright side though, there was always a bright side - her Mother had taught her that after a night of telling her about Dumbledore's Army and what had been dubbed as the 'year of darkness.' She had decided the bright-side was her friends, the people she was going to get to see again. Plus the good had won before, they'd win again - the good side always had to prevail, so Pandora had hope and it was that optimism that allowed her to smile as she walked along the platform towards the Fifth year carriage.

When she finally saw two familiar faces amongst the crowd of anxious students she let out a relieved sigh and pushed her cart in front of her, trying her best not to run over the first years that she were scattering away from her path in every possible direction. "Oi!" She yelled, for once it was possible to make her voice out in the crowd - the usual shouts of other students had been replaced with quiet murmurings and muttered protests.

At least they were both looking at her now, she really hadn't liked the idea of chasing them across the platform - she'd tried to do that last year and it hadn't ended well for anybody. She had been certain that the Prefects were going to hex her and that her friends had wanted the ground to swallow them whole as all eyes fell on them, or at least Matthew wanted that - Suzanna had probably enjoyed the attention. "Thank god I found you! Thought I'd be stuck alone surrounded by Morgana's bloody merry men." She lowered her voice slightly for the last part, barely able to keep the bitterness from her tone. "Sorry I'm a bit late...my Da' isn't usually the one that brings me..." She trailed off as she took in the atmosphere between the two, sure they didn't always get along perfectly but today was different. Today things actually felt tense? Her gaze flickered between the two, taking in Matthew's concern and what looked like a mixture of anxiety and frustration on Suzanna's face before she finally settled her gaze on Suzanna, "You alright? All things considered I mean." She barely suppressed a wince at that, "Sorry...probably a stupid question...do you two want to go find a compartment? Maybe we could talk in there...or just get out of the way of certain prying eyes." she was supposed to be good at talking to people. Well, good may be an overstatement but she was supposed to be able to help her friends and now she was just worried she was going to make things more awkward.

Leopold James Greengrass
Hogwarts Express, Compartment

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His mouth quirked upwards, a ghost of a smile flashing across his face as he took in the quaint sight in front of him and the undeniable smell of home-cooking. It was enough to remind him that he'd skipped breakfast, a fact his stomach seemed to remember too judging by the slight rumble that he hoped went unnoticed. Nodding at the other student in gratitude he followed Aodhan into the compartment, chuckling as things inevitably went wrong and Aodhan's guitar fell to the ground with an annoyingly loud clatter.

Not that he'd admit it was annoying, he simply waved off and rolled his eyes at the apology and took a seat alongside Aodhan before shifting his attention to the student in front of them. He couldn't be older than them, if he was then it couldn't be by much and Aodhan already seemed to have guess that he was a transfer student. James couldn't help but feel a pang of sympathy for him then, this year transfer student meant something very different to the students of Hogwarts.

Italian had been the first word to pop into his head after hearing the wizard talk, mildly surprising himself as he recognized the accent. His Mother had plenty of friends from around the world and many fine witches and wizards were from Italy, especially of the purer background. Plus Michelangelo Zabini had a familiar, if slightly different, accent. Then the wizard, Filippo apparently, introduced himself and James decided that he'd be able to tolerate the other wizards company. He'd been nothing but polite and even he wasn't as bad of a person as to try and kick someone out of the compartment they had gotten to first, especially if they were a transfer. Considering the recent circumstances he didn't want to make that experience even more difficult for anyone.

"Leopold James Greengrass," He offered after Aodhan introduced himself. Using his full name out of habit, his Mother tended to get annoyed if he didn't use it - going into some tangent about denying his heritage and family name. She tended to ignore the, in his opinion, perfectly valid reasons behind his hatred of his first name. Although he was always quick to tack on the, "But just call me James." at the end. Only Aodhan was allowed to call him something different and even then it was a rarity. Sometimes he did wonder how he'd become friends with the person sitting next to him. By most people's logic they should hate or at least dislike each-other, a Slytherin and a Gryffindor from very different families and with very different views of the world. But somehow they made it work, one of them smashed up glass in potions labs whilst the other had a penchant for singing anti-war songs and blowing things up, opposites attract and all that.

He drew his attention away from the other student in the compartment and turned it to Aodhan. His attention seemed to lie elsewhere, like his mind was elsewhere, it wasn't surprising given the current political situation and considering the amount of henchmen that littered the station platform and train but that did little to ease his concern. He wanted to help his friend, Aodhan meant a lot to him and was like a brother to him, he just wasn't sure how to.

For now he supposed being nice to his friend meant being as nice as possible to the person they were sharing a compartment with, so as to avoid any awkward situations or prolonged silences. He guessed he'd have to be his usual charming self then. He drew his attention back to the student across from him. Filippo certainly looked interesting, looked like someone who wouldn't be annoying or overly frustrating to be around. So far the other student had been nothing but polite and seemed like much better company than most of the other people on the train. Though he doubted most of the people on the train were currently wearing sunglasses or carrying baskets of baked goods with them, not that he was complaining - the smell of the compartment alone was more than enough to make up for the time it had taken to find it.

"Thanks for letting us in and not making us spend hours trailing the corridors in search of another compartment." James settled on saying finally as he pulled his want out of his sleeve and began to tap it against his hand, the movement helping quell his unease slightly.
 
Alabaster held her cat tighter. She watched over each face.
"Marielle will sit with me. And this boy can too. Marielle's the only one I could possibly trust."
She hoped her tone was perfect. She couldn't let herself slip.
"I don't care what the rest of you do, just don't bother me unless it's important."
She smoothed her hair back and over her shoulders. She sat down against the window, letting Jinx sit in her lap. She buried her fingers in her thick fur to pet her back. She once more straightened her back and fixed her posture.
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Michelangelo Armani Zabini
Hogwarts Express


Michelangelo had dealt with the sick first year with ease. After vanishing the mess he’d suggested that the student bring some water or try sitting in the direction that they were going in. Michelangelo then left the compartment. He was thankful that the boy hadn’t gotten sick all over him. He’d seen it happen before and he didn’t think he’d be able to hold off from hexing someone if they made that mistake. Michelangelo made his way back to the prefects compartment. He took note of some of the others students who had only just arrived. A glimpse of platinum blonde hair caught his gaze and he knew that it was Alabaster. He contemplated greeting her but decided against it. They had been close as children but things changed once they reached Hogwarts. Michelangelo was always polite when it came to her despite them not being particularly close.

The Zabini heir sat once he reached the compartment and once again his lap was full of feline. Michelangelo looked out of the window once again. How long before before they would depart. Michelangelo looked at the time on his expensive watch. Time seemed as if it was passing slowly. Honestly he wanted to get everything over with and go to his dorm to unpack. Michelangelo stroked Brutus’ fur. He’d also have to send his parents a letter. There was a possibility of all mail being monitored by the new Headmaster, but it was not like he had any plans on bad mouthing any of the staff or new rules, for now.
 
The twins ran through the corridors, still looking for somewhere to sit. They had just walked at first, but as it got closer and closer to departure they needed somewhere to sit.
"There!"
"That's full you dummy!"
They ducked under limbs and dodged full bodies until they finally found one with room. There was a boy, a bit older than them, sitting alone.
"Scuse us, Mister, but could we sit in here with you?!"
"There were no other cabins."
"At least not that we saw."
"We're terribly sorry if you wanted to be alone."
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Michelangelo Armani Zabini
Hogwarts Express


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When the door the to the Prefects’ Compartment slid open he expected to see either a Prefect or one of the Head Boys or Girls. Michelangelo turned his attention from the window to look them over. Upon seeing the red hair and two faces full of freckles he knew that they were Weasleys. While he didn’t know their names he recognized as being a few years under him. Michelangelo eyed the two of them in contempt. His peace had been disturbed for the second time. The first time he hadn’t minded as much, it was what came with his position. But the two standing in the doorway didn’t have anything of importance to ask or some type of situation that needed attending to. So in the end they were wasting him time.

The two of them caught the attention of Brutus. The feline eyed them, his gaze sharp and cold just like his human’s. When Michelangelo spoke his tone wasn’t harsh yet it still held some bite. “No, this is the Prefects’ Compartment, find somewhere else.” He replied. Michelangelo then turned his attention back to then window in disinterest, essentially dismissing the two girls. They weren’t first years so they should know that they couldn’t just have a seat inside. “Close the door, I’m sure that we’ll be departing shortly.”
 
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Both girls visibly deflated. Of course it was the Prefects' cabin. They could see the pin on his cloak.
"Sorry to bother you."
"You dummy, why couldn't you see he was a Prefect!?"
Karen yelled at her twin as they turned, closing the door.
"You didn't seem to see it either, you daft!"
The twins both crossed their arms over their chests and went about searching for another cabin. After a few more minutes they found another with a boy sitting alone. He had a crazy mane of hair, kinda like theirs. He could have passed for a Weasley, were his hair a few shades redder. They hoped he wouldn't mind them joining him. Annie opened the door and smiled.
"Hi! You wouldn't mind us-"
Karen cut her off by slapping a hand over her sister's mouth.
"Don't be so loud, dummy."
She whispered to her twin before turning to the boy.
"What my sister was trying to say was, we hope you wouldn't mind if we joined you in here. A lot of the other cabins are already full."
Annie nodded from behind Karen's hand and gave him a thumbs up.
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Suzanna Longbottom

Location: Kings Cross Station| Interacting with: Pandora| Mentions: Tahiti Tahiti



Suzanna looked over at Pandora and gave a small smile and shrugged, she didn't want to talk but she finally sighed. "Sure, let's find a compartment, it's a little bit uncomfortable out here." She muttered and played with her fingers as she pushed her way through the crowd leaving her trunk to be loaded onto the train as she climbed aboard. She wasn't meaning to come off as rude but it had been a really rough summer. Once they were on the train she went looking for a compartment making sure that they were close behind her. Soon she found an empty compartment and slipped inside.
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