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  Today, September 1st, was the very first day of a new year at Hogwarts. Today was also a very gloomy, rainy, and dark day with rain pouring down and pattering against the train. Foxyn, however, was very giddy with excitement that he could hardly even contain it right now! He was starting his sixth year at Hogwarts! And one of the best parts about it? He's the Slytherin Prefect! 5th year was when he was appointed to be the new prefect for Slytherin and it was such an absolute honor to be prefect. Well... then there's icky Grayson the Ravenclaw prefect. They butt heads right off the bat and they could never seem to get along with each other which is fine with Foxyn. Fox is a better prefect than Grayson anyway. So anyways, Foxyn was wearing a white button up shirt that was pretty sheer but he had on a white binder underneath, as well as an oversized black cardigan slipped on and a chewlery necklace around his neck, with matching black soft pants and black platform heeled boots. Probably not the best attire for a rainy day but he was going to be inside the train for 9 hours so he would be warm and dry. Foxyn loved the rain to be quite frank, the sounds of rain were soothing and would often lull him off to sleep.
  
  He held Naomi, his black cat, in his arms, covering her with his cardigan to shield her from the downpour. She wore a little green and silver collar with a bow and bell, Slytherin's colors.
  
  He looked through the crowd of students waving goodbye to their families as they boarded the train. He was looking for a certain someone; more so a certain Slytherin Beater that he had missed. He craned his neck around, hair drenched by the rain as he tried to spot Victor's tall frame in the crowd. Blue eyes scanned everyone and everything, anxiously because Victor had promised him that he would see him! Oho! Foxyn finally spotted Victor amongst the crowd and lips parted to yell out, "Victorrrrrr!" Him drawling out the 'r' before breaking into a run to get to him much more quickly despite the slippery ground and his choice of shoe wear. He ran, heels clicking against the ground and he was wriggling his way past others whilst trying not to slip and fall. Foxyn broke free from the gathering crowd of people and he sucked in a deep breath. His eager blue eyes looked at Victor up and down as if he were inspecting his boyfriend's choice of outfit. Mhm, he approved of it! Shame that other people had eyeballs in their sockets. Foxyn adjusted his arms, holding Naomi with one arm.
  
  "Come on Victor, you're gonna sit with me!" He was keeping up the ruse of him being best friends with Victor. Yeah, they're totally best friends. Not boyfriends. Nah, they're boyfriends for sure. His hand grabbed hold of Victor's sleeve and began to gently tug him towards the train. He wanted to get the best compartment! "Aren't you excited for our sixth year at Hogwarts!?" Foxyn said in a bubbly tone whilst he began to board the train, stepping aboard and trudging down the hallway to look for an empty train compartment. Once he found one, he slid the door open and began to walk inside, releasing his grip on Victor. Even as they got into the compartment did Foxyn continue to talk, "Hey Victor, is this going to be my first year as prefect or second?" Fox asked, looking rather puzzled. Hmm, if he was appointed in his 5th year and he was going to be spending his 6th year as prefect, which one was it? He sat down in the spot closest to the window so he could gaze out the window and watch the rain. But first, he was looking at Victor and anticipating him to sit down next to him, maybe they could subtly hold pinkies for some sort of physical touch. Last year, Foxyn would get into bed with Victor and leave his own bed practically untouched for days and nights in a row. Of course there is the fact that Victor also has a habit of sleeping outside in his bird form. Foxyn would often try and persuade Victor to sleep in bed.
  
  He had grown accustomed to slipping into Victor's bed and spending the night there. And he was always the person to jump up at the opportunity to have Victor all to himself with no prying eyes. "Don't you just love the rain Victor?" Foxyn asked even though he fully knew well that Victor disliked the rain. He laughed at his words, getting comfortable in his seat whilst eyeing Victor. "Don't keep me waiting." Fox giggled, making a grabbing motion at Victor's hand to subtly hold it and he eyed the hallway just in case.
  
  It was going to be a long train ride. 9 hours of being in the same compartment with Victor. He loved that. Naomi hopped out of his arms and slinked over to the seat opposite from them, settling down next to the window.
  
  "Damn shame that other people have eyeballs in their heads."
  
  Foxyn said, referring to Victor's outfit choice and he bit his lip whilst grinning.
  
  "I wonder what the password for the Slytherin Common Room is going to be this time. Remember the last one? I think it was something like... Snake Eyes or something."
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
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“Stop running on the train.” A reprimand towards a group of excited first-years who were practically bouncing off the walls. Heartless. No joy permitted.

“Move your baggage to the racks. That is a safety risk.” Horrid dictator.

“Stop smiling at me.” Tyrant.

By the time the Ravenclaw prefect had wrangled newcomers into sitting and behaving, he was exhausted. Solace was eager to be found in an empty compartment, dropping into a seat and slumping lazily. Good posture was temporarily forgotten, nine hours of reading was approaching. It was perfect.

Pulling open the first novel to the bookmarked page, literature was resumed. Everything had aligned for this very moment. An empty compartment. Rain. A stack of books and his beloved cats in their carriers. Peaceful.

Until the feeling of eyes intruded his very romantic love scene.

“I do see you staring at me.” Oatmeal’s round empty face was ogling from behind the mesh. Not a thought behind them. “It’s not going to work. You cannot come out.”

Free her.

“No.” Grayson refused to break, rivalling the docile state with his own scowl. “Do not use the eyes.” Pets should not be free to roam on any type of transport. “I’m not some weak-minded servant.”

Oh, but he was.

“Well…” How could he refuse his beautiful felines?

“A little while cannot hurt..?” The Ravenclaw succumbed, reaching to open the door. Shithead was asleep, thank god, and Pestilence was happy enough hidden away in the dark. The ball of cream fur emerged and gave a stretch. Grayson’s heart was squeezed, this was love.

“Hello,” Oatmeal now sat on his lap, staring dumb doll-like eyes at the book in which Grayson pored over. “Are you reading?” Sweetness could pretend to read if she wanted to. His baby. His bubby boo. His creampuff. His little buttercup of joy. Scrumptious vanilla swirl. So intelligent. A lover of literature.

When Oatmeal occasionally looked up, Grayson would lower his head to boop faces with her before returning to his book.

Life was good.

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  MOOD: excited, curious, happy to see a friend.
  
  OUTFIT: flowy green shirt, beige cardigan, loose flowing brown skirt, brown ankle boots
  
  LOCATION: Hogwarts Express

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  TL;DR Excited about the new school year, which is his second??? Maybe??

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  Omen

  "Tall, quiet, kinda brooding... you must be Auguste!"

  
  Tugging at an earring, Omen tapped a foot nervously on the platform. It was this platform right? Nine? Wait, no. It was a fraction. Damnit. He'd never been very good at math.
  
  His pale eyes searched his canvassed arms, skipping over a recipe for headache potions and landing on a freshly inked note:
  
  "Nine and three quarters." Of course he was at the wrong platform. But where-
  
  The loud chiming of an alarm going off pulled Omen from his thoughts and pushed him into a panicked frenzy.
  
  "The train leaves in two minutes!! The train leaves in two minutes!!" his own voice came tinnily through a gold pocket-watch around his neck, sending him into a run.
  
  The boy had only run for nearly thirty seconds amidst cries of dismay from surrounding train boarders, but was halted abruptly by a foot in his path.
  
  What had previously been a running Omen, was now a grounded Omen.
  
  A hiss of pain escaped his lips as his scraped hands pushed him back to his feet. A few passersby gave him concerned glances as he stumbled to his feet, oblivious of their attention.
  
  "You idiot! The train is leaving now!!" came his own voice once more. He jolted forward, urgency causing him to not realize that he had stepped on his lovely, flowing skirt. He instantly fell backward, falling into a pillar, but- through the pillar.
  
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  Well that solved that mystery.
  
  The train before him hissed with steam as it began to declare its wish to leave, and Omen barely made it inside before the magic powered machine took the fuck off.
  
  The motion-sick twink made his way down the train, peering into cars and eyeing passengers in a search he wasn't sure he remembered the goal of until he spotted him.
  
  Pale eyes met a set of the most piercing eyes Omen had ever seen. The coldness of them was what took him off guard at first, but it was the beauty that those icy depths contained that made the breath catch in his chest.
  
  He'd been staring too long. Oh god.
  
  He glanced down at his wrist, eyes searching till he found it.
  
  "Oh!" he cried in pleasant surprise.
  
  "Tall, quiet, kinda brooding... you must be Auguste!"
  
  His momentary embarrassment was forgotten at the recognition and acknowledgement in the boy's eyes.
  
  Sitting beside his friend, Omen struck up a mostly one-sided conversation about poetry and music, something that his notes had mentioned they both enjoyed.
  
  While some might have been dissuaded by a mostly silent companion, Omen was very calmed by August's quiet demeanor. And the occasional nod or head shake was all the affirmation the boy needed to know he was listening.
  
  But alas, the oracle's stomach realized once again it was on a moving vehicle, and he promptly knocked himself out.
  
  
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  MOOD: anxious, angsty, and angry
  
  OUTFIT: Black waistcoat and vest, untied tie, black dress shoes (funeral attire)
  
  LOCATION: The fucking train?

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  TL;DR fresh out of a funeral, loathing the school year

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  Lazarus Lastrange

  Funerals are rather inconvenient for your first day of school.

  
  Cigarette ash became one with the pavement as Lazarus ground a burning stub to the platform with the heel of his fancy shoe.
  
  He was getting a blister from those fucking shoes.
  
  A woman threw Laz a dirty look as he pulled out another cigarette, and he helped her to a kind gesture that sent her scurrying off with a huff about how 'depraved the youth of today were.'
  
  It's not that he didn't want to go to school, it was just that he hadn't wanted to go dressed like he was.
  
  Funeral attire just wasn't the best look for the first day of school. Couldn't dear old dad have died at a more convenient time?
  
  Laz blew out a puff of smoke, loosening his tie.
  
  His timing had always been awful. But then again, Laz was a 'live for the moment' kind of guy. Although, 'live' was a rather inappropriate word for the occasion.
  
  Laz gave a little chuckle at the thought and checked his watch.
  
  Fuck. His timing really was terrible.
  
  He heard a rapid clopping of boots on the platform and looked up to see a person he could only describe as being the closest thing to a lost sheep that a human could get.
  
  Without a single thought, he stuck out his foot.
  
  Not waiting for the consequences of his actions, and checking his watch again, he set off toward his goal. Walking neatly through the nearby pillar, he boarded the train in a matter of moments. He ended up having a brief scuffle with a boarding agent, ending with Laz begrudgingly tossing aside his lit cigarette. With a glare, and a 'whatever' he made his way inside.
  
  Now for the hard part. Finding literally anywhere that wasn't infested with prying eyes and ceaseless conversation about things he didn't give a single fuck about.
  
  He flipped a cigarette from his pocket and held it in his fingers, casually peering through windows to find an empty booth.
  
  Finally, he passed a window that seemed innocently empty enough and slid the door open with a foot- jumping back at a loud hissing that erupted upon his foot's appearance.
  
  It had better not be snakes, he thought to himself. He hated snakes.
  
  Taking a closer look into the room, he saw it was not, in fact, a snake. But instead, a girl.
  
  God fucking damn it. He almost wished it really was a snake.
  
  But- his blister stung at the mere thought of walking to find another car.
  
  He steeled himself.
  
  "Listen. I'll buy you candy. Just, don't talk to me. And for god's sake don't bite me or some shit."
  
  There seemed to be a moment of hesitation, but after taking a step forward, he was not hissed at once more.
  
  Hopefully a good sign.
  
  He took the seat opposite from the girl and as far away as he could get, bringing the cigarette to his mouth and pulling out a lighter.
  
  He saw her eyes on him and hesitated, then pulled the pack out and shook another into his hand, leaning forward strenuously to give the offering.
  
  She accepted the cigarette wordlessly and Laz sat back triumphantly, until she neatly tossed the gift out the window.
  
  "You little shit- I was trying to be nice."
  
  The girl looked nonplussed and said something about the 'health issues' of smoking cigarettes, to which Laz responded with a snort.
  
  And lit the one in his mouth.
  
  This was going to be a lovely train ride.
  
  
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Ah yes the time of year everyone loves. School starting back up. Well OK MAYBE NOT EVERYONE LIKED IT BUT AMETHYST DID. Even though she enjoyed the peaceful summers in Frances rolling hills just riding her horse and studying. Yes she studied during the summer. Still had to be the best of the best of her classes and what use would that be if she forgot EVERYTHING?

Her maman decided to book a hotel in England for a couple days so Amethyst could get all her supplies for the upcoming year and so it was easier to travel to the train station and ultimately.. her school. It was a little bit before sunrise but she was already up and moving. Yes you heard her right. it was before sunrise. Didnt like it? WELL TOO FUCKING BAD NOT YOUR CHOICE!

Anyways, Amethyst was starting to finalize packing up all her stuff before her stomach growled. Damn it. She was hopping to be able to hold off until the train ride. Food was expensive! She blinked slowly before throwing on a pair of shoes and heading out the hotel door, muttering goodbye to the workers in french. Would any places be open at this time? Who knows! Its an adventure-

BONK.

Straight into a pole. She had fallen on the concrete. Ouch. She rubbed her head before climbing back up and patting the pole. "Im quite sorry. Ill watch where im going next time." She smiled before moving around it and walking away. As she made her way over to the nearest supermarket she had managed to bonk into 3 more poles, a building, and a rake. WHO LEAVES A RAKE IN THE MIDDLE OF SIDEWALK??? It was in their yard but Amethyst was always right. So therefore it was the rakes fault not hers.

She reached the supermarket and luckily it was open! She heard the bells jingle and she grinned as she walked in. It was so quiet. So still. She could destroy it in a single touch. No serious she could and has done it before. Booped a cereal box and down went 9 isles, a human, and some poor ice cream. She quickly grabbed a thing of apples and headed to the counter, mentally preparing herself to speak to the zombie human.

''Hello!" Amethyst said and the person nodded to her. After a couple basic questions Amethyst was still standing at the counter talking to the lady. Her name was Janelle. A just graduated high school student who had been born in New York City, was working minimum wage. Was hoping to be promoted soon and had a boyfriend named Alex. OH OH AND A DOG NAMED POKEY THE PEANUT.

She even showed Amethyst a picture of the dog, was a tiny long dog. And then they got to talking about dogs and all that. So 2 hours later with numbers exchanged Amethyst was ready to leave. "Well that was successful!" She grinned to herself as she walked out the doors. WAIT IS THAT THE SUN?? WHEN DID THAT COME? Oh she needed to hurry! ONWARD!

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Where the fuck was it. WHERE THE FUCK WAS HER OUTFIT. SHE PLACED IT. RIGHT. ON. THE. BLOODY. FUCKING- Oh there it was. Appeased again as she quickly slipped out of her pjs and into a cream colored skirt with a pale blue spaghetti tanktop which was neatly tucked in, mind you. And a cream colored blazer, the same shade as the skirt, was put on top. What? You thought she was just going to wear the tanktop? Haha funny.

She grabbed a small purse and waved goodbye to her mother before stepping out of her room.

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It was fucking raining. She was drenched. She did not own an umbrella. Fuck her life. She did not like this. A frown settled on her lips and eyebrows furrowed as she tried to find her way to the train station where only inside would she be dry again. Maybe Amethyst could find a spell to dry off. Good idea!

As she reached the train station she placed all her stuff in the cart neatly and patted her dog. Fat ass. An appropriate name for him. He was a round happy fat caramel pitbull. It was not her horse but she had found a way to bring him to school. Good pillow. Maybe whoever she rode with would like the slobber monster. A grin on her face as she found her way to the well known train station.

Platform 9 3/4.

She took a deep breath and glanced around, no one was watching as she she sprinted at the wall and passed through, tripping and landing in a tangled mess on the floor. Aw man not the white! Amethyst rose to her feet and brushed herself off and looked to make sure Fat ass was in with her. Good. Now to carry on. Wand? Check. Books? Check. Everything else? Check. OK ROLL OUT!

Her footsteps were muffled by people stomping around her in whirls of mothers and fathers and crying first years, Earning a roll of her eyes. Suck it up newbies you would live. Maybe she was just a bit bitter her maman didnt come to wish her off as well. Maybe she needed a cookie. Or chocolate frog. She smiled to herself, thats how she would cheer up! Amethyst was now close to the front of the train and people were starting to board.

Maybe she would find nice people to sit with. Oh maybe her friend Meadow! YES SHE HAD FRIENDS SHUT UP UNIVERSE! A grin splitting across her face as she pushed her way through the crowded to the girl. Rain and dread being forgotten. She waved to her, trying to get her attention. When finally reaching the girl she wrapped her arms around her, trapping her in an embrace. "Hi love-" A pause to long. Could be passed off as teasing. But was it? "-ly! How was your summer? Are you excited for school?"

She let go before wrapping her arm around Meadows, a smile still bright on her face. Eyes crinkled at the edges. "Meet anyone cute over the summer?" A cheeky wink. But a small coil of something that WILL remain unnamed willed that the female didnt. Why would she feel like that? There was no point haha. "Ooooh I love your outfit! Where did you get it, belongs on fashion idol week or that one thing." She ran a hand over the girls jean dress, eyes still bright.

"Wanna sit together on the train? Its a long train ride and I wanna do it with someone I know!" Thank god Meadow was here. Would not survive without her. Meadow was our lord and savior. Praise her. "Ange. In French. Nickname. What do you think hmm?" A hum as she boarded the train and up the steps to the many compartments of the train, many starting to fill up. A new dislike spreading for these first years.

She didnt remember her year being like that. They were tough. They kids are soft like pastries. She glanced back at Meadow before spotting a empty cabin. SCORE! "Right here!" Amethyst lead the female by the arm into the cabin when she stopped dead in her tracks. Sorry Meadow. It was only the Ravenclaw prefect, cheeks warming. She blinked once. Twice. Trice. Ok.. She was hoping for alone time with Meadow but it would be ruin to just turn around. "Pouvons-nous nous asseoir- err- Can we sit Grayson?" Accent heavy on the vowels, wincing internally.

After a heartbeat of silence she slid into the compartment on the opposite side of the small area from him, tugging Meadow along with her. "Merci." She mumbled, arm quickly slipping out of Meadows. Not to be rude but she didnt want it to be taken the wrong way.. Not that Amethyst would really mind!!! But... she wasnt going to finish that. and huddling in the corner. Fat ass tucked close to the wall and edge of the seat on the floor, staring at Grayson and the cat. CAT! "CHATON!" She whispered is a high pitched squeal. "Your chaton is adorable!!"

She didnt reach for the cat as it might hiss or scratch and she would respect boundaries. Quickly turning to Meadow again. "Mon bel ange! What do you think of the cat? Also any food you guys would like?" A raise of her eyebrow and a shadow of a smirk.

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Victor

Slytherin Beater

Finally, the summer days with the Black family had come to an end. There was no day of the year he liked more than this. If it hadn’t been raining, it might have been perfect.

“Uri, you have your cauldron? And your N.E.W.T.S study guides? And your-“

“Yes, Imma! I’m fine,”

he grabbed her wrist as she tried to fix his hair. Victor happened to like his hair how it was! Well, not the wet part.

“Okay, I’ll stop fussing,” His mother lowered her hands to his arms, gripping him tightly, “I love you so much.”

Victor nodded, mumbling something along the lines of the expected response.

“Button up your jacket, you’ll catch a cold,”

Wow, that was the longest she’d ever kept that promise.

Victor sighed, giving her a gentle but fake smile,

“I’ll be fine, I’ve been fine the past five years.”

It was the same thing every time until his father put a stop to it.

Oh, speak of the devil, “Tamar, we have to go.” He always sounded annoyed at something. Victor put away his fake smile, he didn’t need it anymore. He tried not to wince when his father clapped him on the back, “Do well this year.”

“Yes sir,”

Victor gave him a harsh nod before receiving one more unrequited hug from his mother. Please leave.

And they did.

And he watched them go.

He watched long after they’d vanished from sight.

It was a long time before the call of his name broke the focus. Victor spun around to find the familiar voice, when his eyes met Foxyn’s, he smiled for real. That was a face he’d genuinely missed. Oh, two faces, hi Naomi. He’d never been allowed a pet before, but he could live vicariously through Foxyn.

“Hey Foxy,”

Victor would’ve said more, but he was unceremoniously pulled onto the train. Well, that was subtle. Foxyn had always been much more expressive than Victor. He was still learning to accept it completely. It shouldn’t have been so hard to realize most people could express their emotions healthily.

Yep, sixth year, lucky them.

“Yeah, bloody thrilled for those N.E.W.T.S.”

As he should be, he had 17 study guides in his chest. Victor shook some of the rain out of his hair upon getting inside. Oh this suit would not dry easily. It would probably crease when it did. This was a nightmare.

When they found a place to sit Victor stored his chest in the overhead compartment before taking Foxyn’s as well. The shorter boy didn’t need to ask anymore. Everything up high was Victor’s job. That’s what you get for being the tall boyfriend.

Boyfriends. Victor wished he had a better relationship with the word. He liked Foxyn a lot, but if word got back to his parents about their relationship, his father would cast the killing curse on him immediately. He couldn’t risk it, no matter how much he wanted to.

Victor would, however, take a seat next to Foxyn. Friends sat next to each other! That was a normal thing for two boy friends to do. He hummed in annoyance,

“Yes, it’s one of my well known interests.”

He knew he was being messed with, but didn’t fight back. The last thing he needed was to go too far teasing Foxyn before a day-long train ride.

Oh and now he had the audacity to ask for attention. Victor clicked his tongue,

“Needy.”

He looked out the door window before shutting the curtain. Perfect. He immediately draped himself onto Fox’s shoulder.

“Hi,”

he muttered, finally holding the other slytherin’s hand. He needed to make up for all the attention he’d missed over the summer.

Victor watched Naomi for a moment before reaching out a hand to stroke her jaw gently. She deserved a little attention too. He snorted at Foxyn’s comment,

“Are you jealous?”

It was still hard to imagine anyone being jealous over Victor Black of all people. Well, some people had been jealous of his status, but never the way other people looked at him.

Victor rubbed a finger over Foxyn’s knuckles. This was nice, maybe he’d be able to nap for once. That would be the day. “It’s going to be ‘Foxyn is the best prefect ever.’” He didn’t care much about the password. As long as he got in, it could be troll bogeys for all he cared. He squeezed Foxyn’s hand, he never wanted to let go.

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Hogwarts was willing to accept his enrolment, but the new opportunity kindled no excitement.

Walking through a brick wall did not spark interest, a screaming hunk of metal wasn’t very magical, and the idea of a sentient fucking sorting hat was just ridiculous. Has every single student put it on? Does it get washed? Probably has lice in it. First-years are disgusting.

His mood was not improved by Britain's shit weather.

In the few days he'd been drifting around London, not once had the sun chosen to appear. It was soggy and cold and he’d spent most of his time watching reality TV in a muggle hotel. A visit to Diagon Alley had proved to be one of the most stressful places he'd ever had to navigate.

Ren did not know what he was doing.

Why did they need to have a cauldron made of pewter? Gold cauldrons were shiny and pretty. Why brass scales when silver was available? And the uniform? He didn't even know how to tie a tie!

Griping was of no use, it would have to be a problem tackled in the future. For now he could laze in black slacks and an off-the-shoulder shirt, zero shelter from the rain that hit his shoulders. Brown hair was wet and plastered to his skin, dark hooded eyes watching the bustle of students enter the train. Judgement already brewed from these first impressions, nothing comparable to travelling on Storm Petrels to an island of milk marble and fog. Mahoutokoro would be sorely missed.

Not only was the weather shit, but he was quick to learn so were his classmates. A blonde kid with freckles and beady eyes, chewing loudly on some kind of sweet. Ren had the absolute honour of being alone with them in a compartment. The feel of the stranger’s gaze was present, yet Ren chose to look out the window instead. He didn’t need anyone.

But... It would be nice to know someone.

Maybe he could start a journey of friendship with another loner. Save a lot of pity on the newbie if it looked like he had a buddy, nobody would feel the need to ask ‘Do you want to sit with us?’ and adopt him out of compassion.

A chill from the window made him curl with discomfort, trying to pull his damp shirt over a shoulder. He wished he got a sweater from his trunk before leaving it in the luggage area, but he wasn't about to march to the back of the train to rustle through everything.

A glance was spared to the stranger, making eye contact for a long awkward moment before turning back to the window. He didn't know what to say. Ren wanted to make a good impression. It’s not often he felt the need to impress someone. They could be lonely together. That sounded nice. A friend.

Saying hello would be an obvious choice. Tell them his name. Funai? Or Ren? Both? Is that too formal? Would this come across desperate? Did it matter? Maybe he could share a hobby. British reality TV was quite good. Was that interesting enough? Probably not. Sheep are cool. This was shit. Anxious fingers fiddled with the hem of his sleeve, picking and pulling as he watched a drop of rain slide down the glass. Rarely did he feel nervous. This apprehension was unwanted. Being verbal wasn't his forte.

He was going to be nice. He was going to get friends. This new school would be fine. He would like it here, pewter cauldrons or not.

A sudden snicker made Ren look over, confused to see the stranger laughing. It earned a hurt frown. Ren hadn’t even said anything. Was he doing something embarrassing? Perhaps they could tell he was out of his depth.

Or maybe he was seated with a psycho.

“You’re floggin’ a dead horse tryna keep warm in 'at jersey. Wanna Fizzy Whizzbee? Got three of 'em.”

What.

Ren blinked.

What the fuck did any of that mean.

Ren didn’t respond, the lizard held closer in search of comfort. What a fucking weirdo, no way was he introducing himself now. With no reply it seemed the stranger was going to try a different approach, unwelcome eyes dropping to the bearded dragon. The loathed question was posed with a toothy smile.

“Can I hold it?”

The guy talking about whipping dead animals wanted to hold Ren’s pet. Anger was ignited. Chaos shall ensue.

It began with a cry of alarm, then a collapse of luggage and panicked stumbling. The door was shoved aside with a slam, opening up freedom for the victim, but also the shouts of Ren’s threats and profanities into the train.

“I’m going to break your fucking legs!” This is how you make a good impression. “Who are you going to flog when you can’t even run?!” Ren was kindness incarnate. “I will MAIM you.” Yes.

He had stormed after the guy through two carriages, spitting violent hatred before the sweets trolley came between them. A blockage that forced Ren to give up the pursuit. Next time it shall not be so easy, victory will be his. The bearded dragon had scuttled after its owner, mouth agape and neck poofed ready to help. The pet was hastily gathered into Ren’s arms, not wishing for any horse-floggers to get their hands on it.

He was glaring from under the head of dishevelled hair, fluffy and mad as he threw the door-curtain combo aside and dropped back into a seat. With an indignant hiss, lashes lowered to summon some peace and serenity. Happy thoughts. Soothing pat for lizard. No murder. The interaction was just another reminder that he didn’t need anyone. He was foolish to think otherwise.

“Stupid fuc-” Nice shoes. Hang on. They had caught him off guard, a freeze to his movements and a flick of eyes up to the pair.

This is the wrong compartment.

He was completely ignorant to what they were up to before barging in, too angry to take much notice. If he got up and left it would be obvious he had made a mistake, and Ren never made mistakes.

He was just going to act confident, leaning back in the seat and crossing a long leg over the other. Of course he had intended to come in here all along!

“Names.” An impatient demand. “Give them.”

Ren had given up trying to act likeable. They didn’t need to know if he liked sheep and British television. He could handle being lonely. Didn’t bother him. A deadpan expression evaluated the pair; One short and wearing heels, one tall with no shirt. At least they were both nice to look at, unlike the beady-eyed mouth-breather from earlier. It’s gross to chew with your mouth open.

But upon casting a glance towards the window, another thing had caught Ren’s attention. Cat.

“Who’s…" Awe arrived, eyes widening like dinnerplates of ink. "...Who is that?” A soft mumble, assuming one of the two owned the feline and could provide the answer. The flurry of anger had lulled quick upon seeing the fur-baby.

Lazy posture was corrected, now alert and attentive to the fluffy black creature. To hell with other students, Ren had to impress the cat. A curious hand had reached for the feline, before hesitating in recollection this was not his animal.

“I can hold?” His gaze broke away to look over at the two with the request, hopeful. Stealing people's pets was probably out of line. It was nice to ask.

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7th year at Hogwarts for Meadow, my my how time flies by. She remembered when she was a wee little short and scared first year. Her snowy owl, Frostine, was snugly perched on her shoulders, ruffling her feathers whenever rain drenched them. Mmmm, 7th year. Last year for Meadow and she was going to miss Hogwarts unless she landed a job there. Oho! Professor Meadow, she liked the ring of that. Yes, she will apply for a job as Professor of Hogwarts once she was able to do so. For now though, she needed to focus on getting through her 7th year smoothly!

The sky was cluttered with rain clouds, and it's been so long since the sun had shined through. Gotta love Britain's weather! She was getting wet with rain, and she felt bad for not having a little mini umbrella to hold over Frostine's head. Her blonde and black hair was dripping wet and stuck to the sides of her face.

"Meadow, do you have everything?"

"Yes mama, I do!"

"Do good this year, and stay out of trouble!"

Hmmm, Meadow wasn't sure if she could promise her own mother if she could stay out of trouble. Mischief is too much fun!

"Ok mama."

"Alright, I love you. Off you go now!"

There we go! Meadow was free to run through the brick wall and leave her mother behind. She entered Platform 9 3/4, smiling at the sight of the Hogwarts Express and the sight of bustling crowds and overzealous first years, as well as sobbing first years. Poor tots. Come on now first years, you'll see your families again! Meadow would admit she got homesick sometimes, enough to where it would make her feel nauseous but she would always get over it by surrounding herself with others that made her feel welcomed and comfortable.

Frostine remained on her shoulder with puffed out feathers and she hooted, eyes going wide a couple times. Her jean dress stuck to her leggings from how damp it was and she couldn't wait to get on the train. Mmmm, might take all the chocolate frogs off the trolley, Bertie Bot's every flavored beans too. And... and licorice!

Meadow rocked back and forth on her flats, waiting for the crowd to disperse a little so she could make her way to the train more easily without any trouble. She felt arms wrap around her, oh. OH. It's just Amethyst, her friend. Her fellow Ravenclaw. Pretty. The person who saved her from a bludger during a Quidditch game. Fellow Quidditch member. And other words to describe Amethyst's relationship to Meadow. "Hey Thia," Meadow said before continuing, "My summer was amazing and unfortunately I did not meet anyone cute over the summer. Maybe next time though. I'm excited for school though!" The girl responded enthusiastically towards Amethyst. And then she went on about her outfit, how sweet. Love it when a friend fawns over a cute outfit. "Thia, I got my outfit from my closet." Meadow uttered out a short lived laugh.

Oh? Amethyst wanted to sit with HER during the train ride? Why yes Meadow would love to sit with you Amethyst! "Of course, I don't want to be stuck in a compartment with people that I don't know!"

With that, they were boarding the train eagerly. Yes, finally! Meadow eagerly boarded the train with her friend.

Amazing how most of the train compartments were starting to fill up. Would be nice if they could find an empty train compartment to claim and sit together. Haha,,, together. Sitting next to each other. Meadow followed after Amethyst, looking at each train compartment and seeing most had people already sitting down. Oh, there's one! Meadow hurried her pace after the other girl and she approached the compartment before seeing it was occucpied by... you guessed it, Grayson! Ah yes, Grayson the formal.

"No need for an answer, we're sitting with Grayson!" Meadow spoke almost too quickly. Yeah, they can sit with you Grayson! Mess with the Ravenclaw Prefect! Hahaha, interesting 9 hour train ride coming up! She let herself be dragged into the compartment by Amethyst as she rolled along with it and she happened to notice that Grayson had a book already opened up. Reading for 9 hours!?

"Grayson!" The shorter Ravenclaw piped up from behind Amethyst. Meadow helped herself to the train compartment without a care. Frostine settled herself on top of the Ravenclaw Prefect's head. Grayson has a hat now! How sweet of Frostine to become Grayson's little owl hat! Wow, it had become a menagerie in here with the animals! Cat, Dog, and an Owl! Meadow leaned back against the seat, crossing her legs promptly once she got herself comfortable.

"Cat? The cat is lovely! But look at Grayson's new hat Thia!" Meadow barked in laughter at the sight of her snowy owl nestled on top of Grayson's head. "Food? Thia, are you buying me food?"

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Foxyn had missed Victor so much. And he was maybe acting really really enthusiastic and energetic right now but could you even blame him? It had been so long and finally, sixth year at Hogwarts with Victor! And he was always this... enthusiastic on September 1st of a new year at Hogwarts.

Whilst Foxyn was sitting, he took out his Prefect badge that had been in his pocket. He had probably overpolished it but that was alright because it was shiny. Shiny. Fox's eyes flicked over to look at Victor and he bit his lip. "I know you like to steal shiny things but don't go stealing my prefect badge please and thank you." He giggled, fingers messing around with the badge, probably smudging it but he could always repolish it... over and over again.

After fiddling around with it for a little while longer, he decided to slip it back into his pocket for safekeeping. Oh, yeah the N.E.W.T.S, he was looking forward to those! Haha, not! He didn't want to be taking the Nastily Exhausting Wizard Test but he guessed he had no choice. The OWLs in fifth year were hell for him, so why would the N.E.W.T.S be any better at all? He dreaded them! He nibbled on his lip whilst thinking of something to say and what's better than teasing Victor some more?

"Don't you dare sleep outside this year Victor. I'll drag you out of the tree." It was most likely a blank threat towards Victor. Could foxes even climb trees at all? Curse Victor for being a bird animagus. And here Foxyn is with... fox based stuff. Not that he didn't like it, he loved it!

"Victor, I am but a small and shameless attention seeker. I'm so needy." Foxyn laughed out a response, eager eyes watching as Victor shut the curtains so that they could have their needed privacy. 9 HOURS OF CUDDLING UP WITH VICTOR!? It was absolute heaven for the prefect. Fox scooted closer to Victor, leaning up against him and looking up at him, "Mmm, hi." The prefect awkwardly laughed, taking no time in getting comfortable. Victor had a lot of attention he had to make up for the lost attention caused by the summer. And Foxyn was going to be making sure that he got said attention.

The prefect was quiet for a moment, before he heard Victor ask him if he was jealous. The fox laughed, "Yes, I am." Foxyn giggled cheekily, tilting his head upright and his lips thinned out briefly before he pecked Victor on the lips. They were in private with the curtains covering the windows so it was ok. "Look at what you're wearing, Victor. You might attract some unwanted attention and I can't have that now." Ok now he was one to be talking!

Fox is the one with the sheer shirt here!

Mmmm, sounded like a nice password for the Slytherin Common Room. Foxyn was going to be the best prefect ever, better than Grayson too! That was wonderful! For now, Foxyn focused on getting his attention and affection from his tall boyfriend. His eyes flicked over to Naomi who was curled up into a ball with the little bell jingling with every movement she made. She looked pretty happy and unbothered right now.

Foxyn grabbed his shark tooth chewlery with his thumb and index finger and he put it up to his lips before squishing it between his teeth. Yeah, he had a huge thing for chewing and he had a habit of chewing on shirts, quills, and licorice wands. Which is why his parents bought him chewlery to chew on whenever he had the urge to start chewing on something.

Honestly, it was mostly quiet for the most part as the raven haired male rested his head on Victor's chest where his heart was located. Heartbeats were always a calming sound to him. His eyes fluttered shut, but the quiet moment was interrupted by the abrupt, loud sound of the door opening and it startled the prefect to where his eyes opened. And he saw someone else standing in the doorway of the compartment.

Oh fuck. They got caught.

His blue eyes eyed Ren up and down and he was surprised to see that Ren wasn't leaving the compartment. Was everywhere else full or something? At least Victor is with him though or else it would be 9 hours with Ren, a person he did not know. Never seen before, never seen him at Hogwarts. His heart drummed against his chest as he expected Ren to make some crass comment at the two for being so close. But it never came.

Foxyn swallowed a dry lump that had formed in his throat as Ren was helping himself to the free seat. The prefect eyed his boyfriend to see what he thought about this. There went their nine hours of endless cuddles.... maybe? Ren hadn't made a comment on how close the two were in terms of physical touching so maybe he didn't care? They could continue cuddling right? Or was Victor going to pull away?

Okay, he needed to stay on Ren's good side! Did Ren like staying out past curfew? Yeah, Fox would let him do that! "I'm Foxyn." There, we go. Nice name introduction.

Even with Ren in here, Fox was still snuggled up to Victor. Why, you ask? Because to Fox, it looked like Ren didn't even give a single damn fuck as to what they were doing. That was a good sign, Foxyn guessed and he wasn't one to miss an opportunity. Well, it was an opportunity right? Opportunity to get more affection out of Victor.


His eyes flicked over to Naomi, and he couldn't help but be amused at Ren's sudden change of behavior upon noticing the black cat. "That's Naomi, my cat." Fox gave a brief explanation, still leaned against his own seat and against Victor. Then he temporarily turned to Victor, rubbing his fingers against Victor's own as he chewed on his chewlery with content.

Yes Ren, you can hold Naomi! "Yes, you can hold her!" Foxyn gave Ren permission to hold the sleeping cat as long as she would let him of course. Then again Naomi was lazy and an attention seeker. It should be fine.

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It was Angelo's fifth year at Hogwarts. Which meant... OWLs. Oh my. Thankfully Angelo got some study guides for it and he hoped he would do well! Angelo was one of those who used to get homesick being away from his parents and sweet Merlin did he remember his first year. His parents had to convince him to get on the train because Angelo was a stubborn, crying, and sniffling mess. Thankfully now, he was doing much better now. He looked forward to Quidditch!


"Angelo, you have your binders? Your clothes? Your study guides?"

"Yes, mum."

Angelo nodded his head, shaking some of the rain drops out of his fluffy hair.

"I love you so much. Please try to keep your hair out of your eyes this year."

Ok.

Angelo couldn't fully promise that but he would try for his mum. He slowly nodded his head in response, offering his mum a small smile in return as he was getting ready to board the Hogwarts train. "Wait, Angelo!" His mum cried out to him, making him whip his head around. His Kneazle! Muffin! He couldn't leave Muffin behind!

"Don't lose him!"

Angelo took Muffin into his free arm with his other one being occupied by his chest of belongings. Ok, now he was ready!

With a steadying breath, Angelo made his way towards the train with rain hitting his clothes, a white t-shirt and overalls with comfy converse shoes. Should've worn a hoodie. It was going to be a long, long train ride for Angelo but he was mostly worried about finding a place to sit.

Angelo stepped aboard the train, pressing himself against the wall as a group of hyped up first years rushed by and surprised him. Watch where you're going next time! First years. The boy shook his head and wandered the hallway corridors of the train, looking at the compartments and seeing them fill up. Ugh. Most of them he didn't know really and he'd be damned if he got stuck in a compartment with others he didn't know. Even worse... first years.

Angelo held onto Muffin firmly, determined not to lose his Kneazle. After wandering around and hoping the train wasn't about to start moving anytime soon, he soon found what he believed to be an empty compartment. Aha! Angelo strode his way over to the compartment and slid open the door.

Oh. Two people were already in there. One of them he fully knew well as Bean because she was on the Hufflepuff Quidditch team with him. "Uhm, can I sit with you guys? Everywhere else is starting to fill up." Angelo spoke, holding his Kneazle with one arm and he had his chest in the other. Because Angelo is 4'11" in height, he wouldn't exactly be able to put his chest on the rack on his own. Short boy.

Angelo teetered into the compartment to make way for others coming this way. He could leave if they didn't want him there but he wasn't about to be lurking over in the doorway of the compartment.

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It was always a teary farewell when it came to family. Saying goodbye repeatedly then not leaving, plenty of hugging and fussing and the usual checklist of; ‘Do you have your scarf?’ and, ‘What about Ferb?’ and Hayden's favourite, ‘Snacks?’

“Mum,” Hayden’s voice was muffled behind the pinching of his face. “Mum I’m trying to look like… cool.”

She nodded a few times in understanding, freeing his pink face from the grip. Cool as Hayden was, can’t forget a manly embrace for the rest of the family.

“Comere big guy.” A bear hug for dad and Hayden was ready to roll, not shedding even one manly tear. Can’t be giving first-years the wrong impression, as if he can be pushed about. He was a tough cookie, he played Quidditch. A quick dab to the eyes and Hayden was fine, ready to embark on his 6th year.

While boarding the train, his attention was drawn to a girl and her shiny pair of Mary-Janes. He had to say something. It was imperative. He might die if he didn’t.

“Those shoes are like, super cute.” He realised that sounded feminine. He had to fix it. “Cute, like, I want to chew them.” This is what men do. “And like, totally not wear them. Or even look at them." Masculinity through the roof.

"I'm a boy.”

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It earned a perplexed expression which Hayden countered with a happy smile. Friend of the world.

First mission boarding the train was not to weird someone out or find somewhere to sit. He had to hunt the sweets lady down. Nine hours was a long time, sustenance was a requirement. Him and the lady were essentially besties. Or at least, any provider of food was a best-friend to Hayden.

Didn’t take long to pursue her path. The Hungry cannot be stopped. A familiar hello was followed by the trolley witch asking, “Where’s your sister?” Always an incitation of panic.

“Dead.” He blurted out. FIX THAT.

“- ASLEEP! Dead asleep.” Natural. “Super tired. Yeah. It’s like, Mercury in retrograde, or something..” With a smile and a cough he switched the topic back, “Are those Pumpkin Pasties? You've convinced me. Mad respect for the hustle.”

Crisis averted and snacks now possessed, lodging for the next nine hours was soon found. A place for him and Ferb the turtle frog; A peculiar pet with the body shape of a hamburger patty, small head, narrowed eyes and short muscular arms. Not many people appreciated the gross little thing.

“Look good, Ferb.” He said quietly, before opening the door to greet these new friends. “Heeeey. How’s it going? You doing good in here? Looks lonely.” An invitation for himself. “I’m like, super shy, and I got gummies. I won’t be a problem.”

He set the pet carrier down, storing away his case in the compartment for safe-keeping before dropping into a seat.

"I'm Hay-" A pause to recall, "-den." That's the one. "Hayden. Want a Bertie Bot Bean?” The box was offered out to them. “I dare you to eat three at once. Do it, bet you wont. The toothpaste ones don’t even taste bad.”

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Bean's mum was really a worrywort. She'd been fussing with Bean's scarf for the past minute and had been looking at the clock on the wall for the past hour. Her mum was so worried that Bean would miss the train that they'd arrived before even the train had.

"I have no idea how you last this train ride each year, mija. You couldn't even last the car ride over," her mother rambles, fussing with the scarf yet again and then going to fuss with the buttons on her daughter's cape before realizing there are none and she's wearing a hoodie. "When-? Oh it doesn't matter. Do you have your snacks? Your stim cube? Your books? Oh dear! Ayote!"

With everything her mother rattled off, Bean held them up. Even the scrawny cat who yowled loudly at being disturbed from his place in her pack.

"Alright, well...goodbye dear! See you at Christmas!" Bean's mother sighed, giving her daughter a great big hug and a kiss on the forehead before patting the mangy cat in her pack. Bean nodded fiercely before marching onto the train well before she had to. Turning around and waving to her mother before entering and going to find a compartment. When she found an empty one, she stood on the seat and using superior acrobatic skills, somehow got her trunk lifted into the overhead. She then sat down right near the window, her pack with the cat in it hidden to the world.

It wasn't long before kids were piling in the train and looking for a place to sit. Bean hissed and glowered at everyone who tried to enter her compartment. She had staked her claim. This compartment was hers no one could -hissss- no one could enter it without her permission.

Until some dumbass did just that. Even after she hissed at him! How rude! She allowed him in her compartment though. He looked relatively harmless even if he was dressed in ridiculous garb. She did glare at him though. She wanted him to know that she wasn't even close to harmless. But then he pulled out a cigarette and Bean had a devious little idea. She stared at him, maybe hoping to make him a little uncomfortable, but ultimately feeling proud when he offered her a cigarette. She accepted the offered death twig but as soon as he leant back with a small triumphant smirk, she tossed the little devil's tube out the window.

"You little shit- I was trying to be nice."

She smiled ever so slightly.

"Bad for you," she said primly, her little devious smile still in place.

That is until a tiny (well only maybe an inch smaller than Bean) boy came into the doorway of the compartment, asking if he could sit with them. Bean gave a little growl of discontent but ultimately stood up, swung herself into the overhead and motioned for the boy to hand her his trunk. It was obviously going to be a two person job to get the heavy thing up so high for two such short people.

"You. Help," she glared at the other boy, daring him to disobey the command. She really would make this train ride miserable if he ignored her. That's when Ayote came out of her bag and sat in her spot, stretching out and taking up half the side of the compartment. She hissed at the stupid cat, but he simple opened an eye and closed it. "Cabrón."

 

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MOOD:
Help

OUTFIT:
Robes

LOCATION:
Train

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Omen SoggySailor

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TL;DR: Awkwaaaaaard.

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Auguste

Auguste was pretty bad at socializing all things considered. It was mostly on his end: when he first moved to Hogwarts, he hadn’t wanted to really talk to anyone. Trauma does that to you after all. But he hadn’t wanted to really interact with anyone, and acted rather off-putting purposefully to anyone that tried. Therefore, the fact that he had any friends at all was rather fascinating to him.

Omen. Omen was his friend in a sense. The guy had come up to him sometime last year when he had started to crave that sweet positive social interaction, plopped himself into Auguste’s life and now Auguste was stuck with his friend.

That made it sound worse than it actually was: He really did genuinely like the guy. He didn’t ask questions and didn’t mind that Auguste wasn’t really the most talkative of people. As long as Auguste remained polite and listened intently, Omen seemed rather alright with talking his ear off. Which was frankly exactly what he’d been looking for in a friend.

Really, it was a nice thing. The memory thing was a bit odd with the tattoos and stuff, but hey. They all had their quirks. That just happened to be Omen’s.

Speaking of which, Auguste had been having a pretty alright day all things considered. Could’ve been better, could’ve been worse. He was kind of struggling to find a seat to sit in - he’d nearly missed the train after all.

And then Omen ran into the former dark wizard. Auguste smiled awkwardly at his friend as he looked frantically through his notes to see if they knew each other. This was a normal experience between the two of them, unfortunately. He’d gotten fairly used to it.

“Ehm… hi Omen.” Auguste replied quietly as the motion sick boy suddenly bolted from him.

Auguste glanced around the carriage. So… was he supposed to follow the boy? He glanced around again and sighed, standing. He was too old for this. He didn’t think he’d make it this far in life. He began ambling after the oracle as he continued running, it didn’t cross his mind to ask his friend to slow down.

What a pair they made as Omen made it to the bathrooms with Auguste awkwardly standing outside like the world’s most socially anxious bodyguard.

“You ehm.. You feeling better in there buddy?” So painfully awkward, but people didn’t become friends with Auguste for his conversation skills. They became friends with him because they had nowhere else to go.

“You… wanna go sit down maybe? Lie down in one of the seats?” It was worth a shot at least, Auguste was getting rather tired of awkwardly nodding to the people passing and having to bend over in order to fit - curse tiny ceilings ugh.

He gave Omen a little pat on the back as he went, a reassurance. Could they please go now?

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[qunqun]

MOOD: Jovial

OUTFIT: Slightly disheveled school clothes

LOCATION: Train

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MENTIONS:
Nikolai

INT:
Amethyst ( Cello. )
Meadow ( fairyfawn )
Grayson ( Gao )

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TL;DR Snek go nom.

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River

Now, River was told a lot that he was a creepy fucker. And he’d gained the worst reputation of being a bit doom and gloom - a bit completely unintelligible. The life of a seer was a harsh one after all and River wasn’t sure if he quite liked it or not.

He had friends, that was always good. It was just that his friends were sometimes… well. Nikolai wasn’t really the best when it came to one on one fun times. The child was usually off flirting which was cool. But it left him to his thoughts and his visions from the universe.

He opened a compartment to sit in, leaning heavily off to one side as the door slid open.

“Greetings fellow moths to the flame.” Amazing intro River, way to not live up to your reputation in the flesh. “Child of silver, Violet of the Underground, Place of Flowers.” He gave them each a little bow.

Theatrics such as these may have been only utilized for sarcasm amongst others, but with River he usually meant it as a genuine gesture of grace.

Two of his snakes slithered out from his pants leg and began slithering towards the other two. One black and one white, their pink lil tongues tasted the air around as they continued to slither.

River smiled mildly as he began to scootch in on Grayson’s personal space “Child of silver the Bast at your lap will be bitten by the Allotter.” River said with a dreamy smile.

And then River’s final red snake bit Sweetness on the tail - she wasn’t particularly venomous and she wasn’t biting hard…

“Sweetness does not taste sweet. Too much fluff.” The snake whispered to River as it unlatched itself and began slithering back into River’s robes.

“So how goes your sun’s crawl across the sky.” River asked, ignoring the snake’s culinary review as he smiled pleasantly at the girls across from them. The other two snakes were now checking out the other pets - meaning that Grayson currently had a black snake in his hair trying to communicate with the owl and there was a white snake currently investigating Fatass (from a distance).

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“I’m going to break your fucking legs!”

His head slowly raised to watch the door, whispering a quiet, “What.” to the ruckus outside.

Someone was shouting, followed by a blur of two people sprinting past. Merlin had abandoned him in this wretched train.

He smoothed Oatmeal’s soft head. As much as he took pride in his prefect job, he sure as hell wasn’t about to run after anyone. Grayson did not run, don’t be ridiculous. The only time he showed potential speed was when late for class.

“Do not pay attention to the local wildlife.” The male assured the feline. “Natural selection will get them all.” One could hope, at least. Eyes returned to the print, peace settling the cabin for a short while.

A pair of footsteps was the next intrusion, making Grayson sigh and look up expecting first-years. They seemed to be the bane of his current existence, the small bringers of misery. All he wanted was his nine hours of joy before embarking on a school year of hatred.

He found it was not a first-year, good. Just the clumsy French lady. Not so good. Still a threat. Not only for the path of destruction she left in her wake but also the level of her grades. Grayson had to be the best in every class. She was a danger to his prestige.

As long as Amethyst sat there and didn’t touch anything, or move, or even breathe, then he should be safe enough. How much damage can one person do in a small cramped compartment? Surely nothing. Please.

His answer- which was going to be a dismissive wave to the question - was irrelevant, as another voice intruded the conversation. The Ravenclaw keeper.

"Grayson!" They chirped, far too much enthusiasm for the gloomy prefect.

“Meadow.” A dull reply.

He supposed it could be worse, being stuck with fellow Ravenclaws was better than some of the company on this train. Leg breaker, for example. That useless Slytherin prefect, a group of first-years, all options made him shudder. It was best not to think about them. Attention was drawn back to the book until he noticed the dog trailing in.

No. No no no. No.

Grayson didn’t hate dogs, but he wasn’t their biggest fan either. Too much energy, and considering that happy Oatmeal was perched on his lap not a care in the world for the potential danger, Grayson was wary. The cat just blinked those dumb eyes and stared at the two across from him. A silent request for pats.

The dog however, had the nerve to ogle at his sweetness. His buttermilk muffin. His taffy cookie. His little toasted marshmallow. Grayson glared back at the dog, feeling threatened.

He muttered a soft, “Don’t,” then immaturely positioned his book to cover the cat. It was only Amethyst’s squeals over a ‘chaton!’ that broke the staring competition.

"Your chaton is adorable!”

A delighted smile found Grayson’s face, easily matching the enthusiasm with his own. He had straightened up awfully quick, if possible with his stern posture.

“I know!” One of the few things that sparked a happy prefect had been brought into conversation. “This is Oatmeal.” The subject required his utmost attention, setting the book on the seat next to him. “Would you like to hold her?” He was undoubtedly proud of his felines, and Oatmeal was the people's cat. It was an honor to share her kindness with others.

“She is only four years of age, however very courteous.” He moved forward on the seat, fluffing up the fur so Oatmeal could look extra nice for his compartment acquaintances. “I got her groomed recently, can you tell? Just to tidy up her paws, they get so poofy. She is always so well beha-”

A flap of wings had him flinching, tensing immediately at the attack. The feeling of owl feet on his head is not what he’d consider an honour. He was horrified, no more smiling, uncomfortable. Grayson wasn’t sure what to do. Do you give orders to owls? Lure it away with a treat? Spspsps at it?

“Meadow.” Previous joy at discussing his cat had crashed and burned, “Meadow, get it off.” His hair was going to be a mess. Humiliating.

‘Cat? The cat is lovely!’ Meadows' compliment for Oatmeal was appreciated, but the scowl remained in place.

‘But look at Grayson's new hat Thia!’ That was less appreciated, some warmth tinting his skin. To be seen so dishevelled was embarrassing.

“Remove the bird before it becomes my new quill.” The prefect wasn’t going to take Frostine off, in fear it’d earn his hand a harsh peck. He wasn’t one to start grabbing other people’s pets. Would be incredibly irresponsible.

His heart sank as the door of the compartment slid open. Grayson could feel only despair. What a horrible time for someone to enter, with a fat bird seated on his head. He looked stupid and he knew it.

“Greetings fellow moths to the flame, Child of silver, Violet of the Underground, Place of Flowers.” was followed by a bow.

Grayson’s look of horror remained in place, frozen in pure anguish of how his morning had turned out. Where had it gone wrong? There was no notice for the snakes that had entered the riff raff, too aware of the weird newcomer invading his personal space.

What was happening. What the fuck was happening.

Did they have to seat themselves so close?! And what was with the lazy smile? Was this flirting? This is not how it went in the books.

“Are you drunk?” He asked meekly, clutching Oatmeal as if she would protect him from this crayon-coloured critter. “Bitten? What on earth do you mean bitten?!”

It was sooned learned, a surprise flinch from the cat catching Grayson’s attention. A red snake had latched her tail, sending alarm through both owner and pet. Oatmeal scrambled from the lap and across the compartment, bounding her way right over to Amethyst and Meadow for safety.

River asked how their day was. Grayson couldn’t even answer, frozen in place.

“My- My cat.” He whispered, “It bit my cat.” Was Oatmeal going to die? “It’s going to kill her?” Hands found his face, dwelling in misery until he felt the slithering through his hair. That was not owl feet.

In complete panic, he grabbed the black snake to save Frostine from the same fate as his dear cat. Now holding a limbless reptile, Grayson wasn’t sure what to do. Panic. Spsps it. Tickle with a feather. Reprimand it.

“Bad snake!” What was happening. He swallowed a lump in his throat, regaining some sense of composure to scold this reptile. “This is not proper etiquette. Do try to be courteous!” The situation had gone to shit within minutes. “Please,” He awkwardly held it out to River, uncomfortable and eager to get the snake off.

“Take it. Take it now.” He didn’t want to be bitten. “Control your pets or keep them contained.”

Lullaby

The Cure

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[Cello.]

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Ravenclaw

Amethyst

mood

Get fucked Grayson

outfit

Creampuff

location

Hogwarts Express

interactions

Meadow + Grayson + River

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fairyfawn Gao qunqun

"Thats good! And sorry you didnt meet anyone and yea maybe next time." A wave of relief flooded over her at that mention she met no one. Maybe it was a bit selfish to think like that but she couldnt help it. She didnt want to loose her friend to someone. "Well yes I know but- Ça ne fait rien." She grumbled before laughing awkwardly. They were led onto the train and upon reaching the train cart with Grayson in it, Meadow pushed her in.

Ok thats how this is working. Sorry Grayson you are stuck with them for good now. And then HE SMILED AT HER MENTION OF THE CAT. OH GOD. WHY WAS THAT CUTE? HOW WAS SHE GOING TO SURVIVE THE 9 HOUR RIDE WITH HIM AND MEADOW??? GOD DAMN PRETTY PEOPLE!!

She was staring for a second to long and had to remember how to breathe which happened when he started talking. "Oatmeal. That weird mushy stuff that looks like porridge. Is it porridge?? Gruau. I think. In french. Im not too sure because I didnt really eat it." Her brows furrowed trying to remember her lessons on french.

"Oui Oui!" A smile quickly finding its way on her face, a gleam in her eyes. She forgot about trying to figure out the oatmeal name thing. She reached out, grabby hands for the cat. IT WAS SO CUTE!!! AMETHYST WISHED SHE HAD A CAT. Sorry Fat Ass and Nesyrn. The cat was not handed out to her yet so she just placed her hands back in her lap. Fat ass was still eyeing the cat and reaching up a paw to tap it.

Though was just a bit short of the cat, so he just let out a bark. "Oui! I can tell! She is very pretty. Prettiest cat. Keep up the work on her-" Frostine landed on Graysons head and a hand went to cover Amethysts mouth as she started giggling.

Something from Meadow seeming surprised about her buying food. "Yes Meadow. Food is the way to someones heart is it not? Plus im hungry and im sure you are also hungry. And yea very lovely hat." Another giggle from Amethyst as her eyes went back to the prefect and white owl.

Then Grayson threatened to turn it into a quill. A frown settling on the females features as her laughter died down. "Dont be so worried about your appearance Grayson, she isnt going to harm you. And if you harm her I will stupify you." Did not like when people threatened animals like that. She turned her head to Meadow and then spoke to her.

"I would remove it before he tries to. Not that I do think he would hold true to it. I just dont want to stupify people." Yes she was aware he was right there when she was speaking and she didnt give a shit. Then the door opened again and her eyes settled on the new comer.

OH AMETHYST KNEW HIM! HE WAS THE PERSON WITH THE REALLY COOL RIDDLE WAY OF SPEAKING. YES YES YES COME SIT RIVER! She was called violet of the underground. Violets were purple and then the underground.. OH WHAT SHE WAS NAMED AFTER! AMETHYST! "Bonjour River! Come sit!" A grin on her face. She liked trying to figure out his speech. She liked his personality.

He chose the brave move to sit next to Grayson. Then a slither of black and red caught her eye but her gaze just flickered back up to River. She had seen those before.. Snakes right? yea snakes! HOW COOL! Then the red snake attached onto Oatmeals tail and she just blinked. She didnt even see the snake move. Was the snake poisonous? It didnt look poisonous. Just a bite.

Then Oatmeal was bounding across the compartment and Amethyst reached down and scooped her up and placed her on her lap, patting her head. "Its ok little Gruau." She whispered. Then she heard another one speaking. Who spoke? No ones mouths moved then her eyes went to the red snake. Right. OH WAIT? DID IT LOOK LIKE SHE COULD UNDERSTAND THEM? OH NO- NO ONE WAS SUPPOSED TO SUSPECT THAT-

A flutter in her chest as her heart leaped in her throat before focusing on Grayson. "N-No not poisonous. She wont die. It was just a small bite. Maybe the snake is hungry." Oh how rude of her- She forgot to answer River! Taking a moment to figure out what he meant she settled on the idea of how her day was going. ''Im good and so far everything has gone good. How are you?"

Then a flurry of movement a snake was taken out of Graysons hair and he was telling the snake it was bad..? Before she could keep it down, the laughter bubbled out of her and her eyes were starting to water. She couldnt stop. "Grayson thats not how it works." Words forced out through breaks of laughter.

Fat Ass was staring at the white snake and stood up, big paws moving across the floor to stand right in front of the snake. A nudging of his nose and batting of his paw. Maybe he was trying to pick it up. Maybe he was curious. Was it a limp white boop noodle?

Blue eyes trailing to were her dog was, she scooped Oatmeal up into one arm and bent down, careful to not startle the snake and placed it on Fat Ass' head. "He made a friend! Good dog!" A beam of pride from the female. She didnt know how the snake would react but it it bit the dog, oh well. He got bit from Nesyrn all the time. SPEAKING OF THE SNAKE- She shuffled Oatmeal back down to her seat before jumping up on the seat and pulling out a glass container.

Her beautiful black snake! Her baby! The one she could communicate with! And was often seen doing so in the late hours of the night if you caught her on the roof or in the library. Also how did the train compartment get so chaotic in less than five minutes? An owl on a head, snakes, a cat getting bit, and anything else. BUT HEY WELCOME TO THE RAVENCLAW HOUSE! THEY WERE CHAOS BUT CREATIVE! AND FOR SCIENCE!

The snake flickered out its tongue and wrapped around her arm. "Thankss but the noisse from thosse humanss?" A low human and a bop of her head to answer the snake. THE MOST DISCREET OF THEM ALL!

The black head was peering over at Grayson then the snake in his hand. "Match like me. Tell I ssaid hello?" A glare down at the snake. WHAT DID YOU THINK SHE COULD DO? GO 'OH HI OTHER BLACK SNAKE MY SNAKE SAYS HI!' NO!! SHE WAS TRYING TO SEEM NORMAL AND JUST CLUMSY! WELL MAYBE MINUS THAT PART BUT PARSEL MOUTH DOES NOT EQUATE INTO A GOOD FUTURE FOR HER!!

She cleared her throat and turned to Meadow, arm out with the snake coiled around her. "Wanna hold her mon bel ange? She doesnt bite. Most of the time." A toothy grin before uncoiling the snake not listening to her protests as she handed it over to Meadow. "..So... School am I right? Anything new for this year you guys have planned?" Then a dog standing up again.

NO FAT ASS JUST SIT DOWN. SIT DOWN. BUT NOOO THE DOG HAD OTHER PLANS. The snake had been placed back on the floor. He sauntered over to Grayson and attempted to get on top of the seat, which kind of failed. One paw still on the ground and spread across the prefect. "Oh look he likes you Grayson. Pet him. he demands love." He had rolled over, paw kicking Grayson in the face and stomach flashed. "Thats a sign of love."

She nodded contently before giggling when the dog perked its head up and licked Graysons face. Sobbery wet kiss. "Its a gift." Tilting her head to Meadow she flashed a grin. "This is going to be one hell of a train ride."

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[SoggySailor]

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  MOOD: nauseous, miserable, but happy to have a friend
  
  OUTFIT: flowy green shirt, beige cardigan, loose flowing brown skirt, brown ankle boots
  
  LOCATION: Hogwarts Express

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  MENTIONS:
  Auggie
  
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  Auggie
  

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  TL;DR Forgetting something

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  Omen

  Eggs benedict and motion-sickness make for a lovely combination.

  
  The waves of nausea battled intensely with the inner turmoil raging beneath the oracle's surface.
  
  Was he having a premonition? Or did the eggs benedict he'd eaten that morning just not agree with his delicate stomach?
  
  Hands on the porcelain dish before him, he decided on the latter.
  
  Coughing up another poorly digested chunk of eggwhites, the boy grabbed at the wall blindly for something- anything to clean himself with.
  
  Fingers finally making contact with something, he pulled it toward his face, stopping short as his blurry eyes registered the crimson dripping from between his fingers that was apparently gushing from a tattered blouse he had just grabbed.
  
  Well that wasn't a washcloth, he mused as his body wretched once more.
  
  White knuckled hands gripped the now discolored porcelain throne as red liquid began to slosh over the edges.
  
  Red, red, and so much more red spilled into Omen's eyes as he gasped for air.
  
  A knife.
  
  A woman's voice.
  
  A cry of pain.
  
  A guttural grunt of agony.
  
  He wretched once more.
  
  "You feeling better in there buddy?"
  
  Omen blinked as a knock sounded on the door.
  
  A clean but musty bathroom blinked back at him.
  
  He reached for the wadded toilet-paper that lay crumpled on the floor, wracking his memory.
  
  The ground beneath him was shaking, so, train?
  
  His stomach lurched once more.
  
  Definitely train.
  
  He gurgled a mouthful of sink water, his reflection staring back at him.
  
  He smiled.
  
  What had he just been doing?
  
  The same voice interrupted his lack of thoughts, sounding concerned.
  
  A glance at his wrist informed him that the voice he had just heard belonged to a friend.
  
  The shaky lad cracked the door open, peeking his head outside and meeting a set of icy beautiful eyes.
  
  Of course those gorgeous eyes belonged to that voice.
  
  Omen blushed a little.
  
  "Hey Auguste. I think I'm okay now. Sorry about that. Breakfast didn't agree with me." he smiled ruefully, noticing his friend's obvious discomfort in the small space.
  
  Back to their train car they went, Auguste redirecting Omen in the right direction and giving him an awkward little pat that earned a small smile.
  
  Omen added a new note to his arm:
  
  No more eggs benedict.
  
  
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  OUTFIT: Black waistcoat and vest, untied tie, black dress shoes (funeral attire)
  
  LOCATION: The magic express

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  Bean, Angelo
  

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  Lazarus Lastrange

  Thinking of dear old dad.

  
  Lazarus E. Lastrange had never been one for crowds.
  
  Or, maybe he would have been, if he had even been given the opportunity to socialize at an earlier age. But as he was in his current state, being in close quarters with multiple people endlessly opening and closing their mouths, he was just the tiniest bit irritable.
  
  Flicking a wand at the luggage he had just been demanded to help with, he grumpily stared out the window, ignoring the harsh 'thud' his magic had bestowed upon the new arrival's luggage, now safely in its compartment.
  
  Who did this little creature think she was? Ordering him around like he was some sort of servant? Laz had half a mind to tell her just where she could shove her-
  
  "Don' be rude, Edmund." hissed a familiar angry voice from his memory.
  
  Laz's hand froze on its way to his mouth, the cigarette momentarily just out of reach. The hesitation gave him a moment to think, but the memory did no more than halt his inhalation of even more smoke as he realized: he could in fact, be as rude as he damn well pleased now.
  
  He ignored the likely annoyed glances the others threw his way in favor of staring out the window, and taking a long pull from his 'death stick'.
  
  Despite his outward appearance and somber attire, Lazarus was on fire with nervous energy. Going to Hogwarts was all he had dreamed of for years. It was the thought that had kept him sane throughout his time in the manor- the promise of more.
  
  Even though, he mused, sparing a glance at the others, maybe solitude wasn't such a bad idea after all.
  
  But- then again, when had that ever helped?
  
  "Lazarus Lastrange." he breathed, stretching out a hand toward the new arrival and pasting on a grand smile he hoped didn't look too forced.
  
  Lastrange.
  
  The name fell off his tongue, unfamiliar. But it was his, despite what they had said.
  
  And he was going to fucking use it now.
  
  He was going to do this, and he was going to do this right.
  
  
  
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