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Letho
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It was a rainy day - not unusual for London, as far as Artemis knew, even though he had never spent all that much time in the capital himself... Excluding occasional visits, both social and shopping-oriented. To be fair, the same could probably be said about the weather of the country as a whole - and so he didn't feel like he was being prejudiced towards this one city in particular. Or... At all, really, since he didn't even truly mind the rain.
No, he considered it simply a mild inconvenience - one that forced him to carry an umbrella, a physical one, instead of using his wand to protect himself from the rain. Really, as if they couldn't have made another entrance somewhere - not visible to muggles at all... Or better yet, just a Floo point. Or... A whole set of them, more realistically. Anything, really.
At least his cat appeared to be having fun, stopping from time to time to swat at the droplets. She was so lucky that she had water-resistant fur... And Artemis supposed that he was lucky as well. He didn't think Nyx would have been content to just walk beside him on her leash and harness otherwise, and between the umbrella and his luggage he didn't exactly have a free hand - or two - to hold a huge maine coon in his arms.
Then again, his parents would have probably tried to help. As things were, they didn't really have much to carry - other than their own umbrellas and, in his mother's case, a tiny bag hanging from her shoulder. They stayed on Artemis' left as they all walked together, talking about all the little things that had traditionally been left for the last moment, reminding him to write often and to keep his journals.
They weren't exactly in a rush; they still had time before eleven, and Artemis was relatively sure that if there had been an important reason for them to hurry up, he probably would have known about it beforehand. No, it was just the rain - and the muggles around them - that made sure they didn't move at a slower, more leisurely pace.
Artemis had to admit that King's Cross was an interesting building - but he would have spent more time admiring it under clearer skies. Right there and then, he was just glad to be able to step under a roof and put the umbrella away... And, not much later, he and his parents finally escaped into a much safer environment that was the Platform Nine and Three-Quarters.
The scarlet train was already waiting for its passengers - and the area was as busy as one could expect. Nyx, thankfully used to being around many different animals, didn't seem alarmed or anxious because of all the meowing and hooting happening around them... But Artemis could tell that she was barely containing her curiosity, even as she politely walked right between his mother and him, pretending to be elegant and uncaring.
Soon came the time to say goodbye - with more last-moment reminders and instructions, with a hug from his mother... And probably a whole minute of her petting and baby-talking Nyx - who took it with dignity. If Artemis hadn't known better, he would have thought that his cat would be the one missed, not him - but he did know better.
And so, minutes later, and still with some time to spare, he found himself in one of the wagons - letting Nyx into an empty compartment first, and then entering it himself. His baggage was already under the effects of the feather-light charm, so he had no trouble bringing it up onto the rack above the seats. Finally, he sat down by the window, with a book on ancient runes waiting on his lap, though he allowed himself a moment of simply watching his cat walk around the compartment - sniffing and checking everything out before she eventually jumped onto the spot next to him and curled up there.
Cute.
No, he considered it simply a mild inconvenience - one that forced him to carry an umbrella, a physical one, instead of using his wand to protect himself from the rain. Really, as if they couldn't have made another entrance somewhere - not visible to muggles at all... Or better yet, just a Floo point. Or... A whole set of them, more realistically. Anything, really.
At least his cat appeared to be having fun, stopping from time to time to swat at the droplets. She was so lucky that she had water-resistant fur... And Artemis supposed that he was lucky as well. He didn't think Nyx would have been content to just walk beside him on her leash and harness otherwise, and between the umbrella and his luggage he didn't exactly have a free hand - or two - to hold a huge maine coon in his arms.
Then again, his parents would have probably tried to help. As things were, they didn't really have much to carry - other than their own umbrellas and, in his mother's case, a tiny bag hanging from her shoulder. They stayed on Artemis' left as they all walked together, talking about all the little things that had traditionally been left for the last moment, reminding him to write often and to keep his journals.
They weren't exactly in a rush; they still had time before eleven, and Artemis was relatively sure that if there had been an important reason for them to hurry up, he probably would have known about it beforehand. No, it was just the rain - and the muggles around them - that made sure they didn't move at a slower, more leisurely pace.
Artemis had to admit that King's Cross was an interesting building - but he would have spent more time admiring it under clearer skies. Right there and then, he was just glad to be able to step under a roof and put the umbrella away... And, not much later, he and his parents finally escaped into a much safer environment that was the Platform Nine and Three-Quarters.
The scarlet train was already waiting for its passengers - and the area was as busy as one could expect. Nyx, thankfully used to being around many different animals, didn't seem alarmed or anxious because of all the meowing and hooting happening around them... But Artemis could tell that she was barely containing her curiosity, even as she politely walked right between his mother and him, pretending to be elegant and uncaring.
Soon came the time to say goodbye - with more last-moment reminders and instructions, with a hug from his mother... And probably a whole minute of her petting and baby-talking Nyx - who took it with dignity. If Artemis hadn't known better, he would have thought that his cat would be the one missed, not him - but he did know better.
And so, minutes later, and still with some time to spare, he found himself in one of the wagons - letting Nyx into an empty compartment first, and then entering it himself. His baggage was already under the effects of the feather-light charm, so he had no trouble bringing it up onto the rack above the seats. Finally, he sat down by the window, with a book on ancient runes waiting on his lap, though he allowed himself a moment of simply watching his cat walk around the compartment - sniffing and checking everything out before she eventually jumped onto the spot next to him and curled up there.
Cute.
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spiderboy
𝐢'𝐯𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐞𝐲𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝒚𝒐𝒖.
Talathel
Wildlife Conservationist in the Making
Junko Natsumizaka
Just a demonic overlord studying Earth firsthand.
Nova slept deeply in his train compartment, starfishing on a rainbow hammock stretched between two seats. His arms and legs dangled off, taking up far more space than he needed. Harold Bawls - his pink pygmy puff - dozed in his hair, snuggled between the strands. Nova dreamt he'd been isekai'd into the Candyland board game, and was now riding through the colorful landscape on a bicorn, wrecking candy villages and running screaming gingerbread men through with a candy-cane lance. The sounds of the rain tapping against the glass was the perfect ambient noise. An abandoned cup of gingerbread spice tea sat nearby, the cold liquid casting its aroma upon the room.
Richard Bawls - his purple pygmy puff - roamed the halls, valiantly attempting to complete his quest.
The Morning Before
Sunlight filtered in through the stained glass window panes, shining on Nova's eyelids.
"Mmmm." Nova groaned, opening his eyes with a stretch. Harold stayed sleeping on the pillow beside where his head had been. Richard hung tightly onto his hair to hitch a ride to the bathroom. The covers slid off Nova's chest as he sat up, admiring the view from the window. He threw off his green dinosaur sleepwear, nearly missing the hamper as he made his way over to the bathroom.
"Mmm, morning, Richard." He yawned as the pygmy puff hopped into the sink to shower under the faucet. Nova splashed some water on his face, running his fingers through his thick hair. Hmm, sandwiches, or burgers for lunch? Is a burger technically a sandwich? It could be reasoned that anything between two pieces of bread is a sandwich, but... He squirted a pea-sized amount of toothpaste onto his dinosaur electric toothbrush. He wandered back over to his bed as he began brushing his teeth, retrieving his phone. Only half intelligible, he muttered as he read, "An item of food consisting of two pieces of bread with a filling between." He paused a moment, repeating the words in his mind. He stifled his laughter, rushing back to the bathroom to duck into the sink. He laughed heartily as Richard dodged the toothpaste splattering all over the sink, lunging for Nova's towel. Debate of the Day to Irk People #1. Wonderful!!! This is wonderful!!!
Laughing merrily, Nova dressed in his athletic wear, grabbing a thermos from the kitchen. "One third one-hundred-percent pomegranate juice!" He poured pomegranate juice into the thermos, not spilling a drop, "Three thirds ice coooooold waterrrrr!"
"Do you need to be so loud about it?" His sister glared, looking up from her laptop. She sat cross-legged at the kitchen island, refreshing her memory on the topics she'd busily studied all summer.
"Headphones exist." Nova volunteered, grinning at the challenge.
North sighed, realizing she should've just waited for him to leave. Oh god, now I've gone and set him off!
As Nova explained, he gradually got louder. "We've come a long way since the 1890's, where you'd basically have to listen through two huge cups connected under your chin! It wasn't until the 1900's that someone actually invented something good, so, let me introduce you to the concept! Two little white pieces, connected to a cord, or you could purchase from today's sponsor, Raycon Earbuds! Use coupon code: GOF!CKYOURSELF for 50% off!" He smirked at her expression, pulled his Apple Airpods from his pocket, put one in each ear, and laughed on the way out.
North slowly removed her hands from her ears, her irritated expression softening into something more neutral as she became absorbed in her studying again. I'll have to go over to Elizabeth's later to get some peace and quiet. No way I'm staying in this house during the party.
Telling me to stop having fun. Hahah, no one told you to take over for my sub-conscious. Nova chuckled, hitting the shuffle button on his jogging playlist.
Mmmm, I'm going to miss these airpods once I get to Hogwarts.
Later That Day
"Nova, set the table."
"D!ck, Harry, snap to it!" Nova said in a singsong voice, picking them off his shoulders and launching them onto the dinner table where they busily get to work.
"No...Nova, I'd like you to do it." Elaine - his mother - clarified with a sideways glance at the pygmies: Harold was being admonished by Richard for trying to lazily bundle the batches of silverware together, bossily demonstrating how they should be laid out.
"Why?" Nova asked, switching to the elderly voice of a kung fu master. "I have taught my disciples well."
"Because-" Elaine snapped, eyes widening as she paused to take a deep breath. Exhaling slowly, she continued in a voice of forced calm. "That's how my mother did it, and that's how I did it...and now it's your turn, as the eldest."
"Well," Nova shrugged coolly, "D!ck and Harry exist outside of time and space, and I'd consider them honorary members of the family, but if you need me to change their last names to Garnett-"
"-Nova." Elaine froze, continuing through gritted teeth. "Remember the purpose...the importance of this party, and show your respect."
"Grandma got run over by a reindeer," Nova sang, "right around this time just last year. People say there's no such thing as Santa. As for me and mother, we-"
"-Nova!" Elaine dropped her ladle into the soup, spinning around to glare at Nova's fading grin. "This isn't the time for jokes! We need this to go well!"
"Mother..." Nova took a deep breath, meeting her eyes with a bittersweet expression. "a year's worth of grieving didn't bring her back. Another year won't make it any better. Laugh...tell jokes - grandma always loved jokes. You know, she always used to tell me, 'Elaine gets too serious sometimes...I'm trusting you to help her with that.' Mother, you're not the only one who misses her. Tell me something - do you think I've been telling more, or less jokes since last year?"
Elaine thought for a moment.
Nova noticed her shoulders relax at the realization.
A moment later, her expression fell. "...More jokes."
"Yeah." Nova shrugged, lips tightening. "They're named D!ck and Harry for a reason - even their presence was supposed to be a reminder for me to tell jokes. That...and I needed a reason to ditch the funeral early." He laughed softly, eyes welling up. "That vibe was...really heavy." He spread his arms wide.
Elaine wrapped her arms around him in an embrace. "I'm...sorry for snapping at you like that...I didn't know. This whole time, I thought you were trying to mess around."
"Not everyone wears their heart on their sleeve, mom..." Nova trailed off as he heard the tap tap tap of Elaine's tears falling onto his shoulder. "...but now you know. And," He took on a more cheerful tone as Richard handed Elaine a tissue, "for seeing this rare sight of a Nova talking about his emotional problems, you owe me one. You've gotta try your hardest to chill out through the entire party - a few mistakes or unusual things won't wreck it." He turned away to take the second tissue Richard offered, quickly wiping away any remnants of the moment prior. "Try to hang loose a bit. You might even crack a few jokes yourself." He laughed softly. "Now," He turned back to see her tears and dabbing had made a mess of her makeup. "I'll handle this. You give them the word, and they'll go help dad with the HDMI cord before he pops a blood vessel." He smiled.
"...Richard-" Elaine began.
"-Say it. Come on, you know you wanna." Nova grinned.
"...It come on you know you wanna." Elaine relented, the edges of her lips turning upwards.
"Getting warmer." Nova nodded in approval.
"D!ck, Harry Bawls," Elaine addressed the wrestling pygmies with a sweet smile.
Immediately, they stopped to give her their full attention.
"Go give Al a hand with the television cords." Elaine approached them, giving them each a headpat before they scrambled off.
"Now, go paint too many layers of makeup onto your face again." Nova chuckled. "I think I see the crypt-keeper in our kitchen! Oh wait, is that you?" He gave her a quick hug, then whipped his wand out, levitating the ladle out of the soup to finish serving everyone.
Elaine began up the flight of steps to the second story before pausing a moment. "Oh..." She turned back to poke her head into the kitchen. "...Nova, you got all the stuff you needed from that Diagonal Alley, right?"
Nova froze for half a second, eyes widening. He felt relieved that his back was facing his mother as he replied, "Yup! All prepared for takeoff captain, ready to be beamed up!" Oh sh!t oh sh!t oh sh!t oh sh!t oh sh!!!!!!t!!!!
"Ooof, that's great." Elaine sighed in relief, turning back to the stairs. "I was worried you'd left it until the last minute or something!"
Nova laughed heartily. "Yeah, me too."
"What was that?" Elaine turned her head in Nova's direction.
Should've just left it at that... "I said, 'Yeah, it's all cool!'" Nova invented.
Elaine nodded, disappearing out of sight up the steps.
Nova held his breath for a moment, checking the time. 6:34...If I ditch the party early, I'll have plenty of time to use the floo network.
"These Coca Cola commercials are all the same." Nova pointed to the screen with his fork. "People dancing, pop music, 'high energy stuff.' Ever drank Coca Cola when you're running on three hours? It does nothing. I might as well be drinking sh!t-colored-syrup-water!"
"So ignore the commercial." Al - his father - suggested. "We've got it muted, you can just...look away."
"That's what she said." Uncle Joseph joked.
"I can't just ignore it, it's so stupid, someone's gotta talk about it. I'm glad Nova spoke up." Aunt Jolene laughed. "Why is there always so much nudity? We don't need to see these young girls in their underwear, and neither do kids. This is a family channel."
"It's also a waste of money," Nova pointed out. "since, I bet you, if you watch enough Coca Cola commercials in a row, you'll start to think they're all the same, too. They should recycle some, I don't think anyone would really notice. They've been around for years, you think someone's going to remember a mid commercial from over ten years ago? Hell, over five? They should save themselves some money."
"I keep tellin' you, this kid's got a mind for good ideas. I'd love to have him in my advertising branch." Al proudly held Nova by the shoulders.
Nova laughed. As if I'd choose doing the same thing every day over magic. "Yeah, I'll pop in for an interview when Satan decides to make hell more like Wollman Rink."
Uncle Joseph laughed the hardest at the joke, which launched him into the lengthy story of how he met Aunt Jolene. Everyone else pretended to be highly intrigued as he embellished the tale to make himself look like Casanova, and Aunt Jolene look like the wallflower when the reverse was true.
Perfect. Nova excused himself with a yawn, "I've gotta turn in. Big day tomorrow, crappy sleep last night, you know how it goes. I hope you all have a great time." He winked at his mother on the way out, and she nodded encouragingly. He glanced at his ankle watch at the foot of the steps: 7:48. Nova bolted up the steps, wrenching his bedroom door open to jump inside and narrowly avoid slamming it shut.
Richard and Harold paid him no mind, chasing each other around the bedpost in circles.
"Guys, I f!ckin' flaked on my school supplies." Nova snatched book-shaped box off his bookshelf, flipping the lid open to take a jar out. "Let's book it to Diagon Al..." Nova trailed off as he unscrewed the lid to find an empty container. "...aaaaand I forgot to buy more Floo Powderrrrrr. Alright! Broom time. Calling all pygmies! Calling all pygmies!" He crouched, extending an arm for Harold and Richard to scamper up. He scoured the pile of things on his desk for his galleon pouch, and the slightly torn Hogwarts Sixth Year Shopping List. He threw on a mask, and his fifth year robes, cloaking the pygmies underneath the fabric. He usually bought his robes a few sizes too large to save galleons. "Broom...where'd I put my..." His eyes scanned the sea of clothes, letters, unopened sweets, and other random things for a broom-shaped heap. "And...nothing. Hmm..." He whipped out his wand to summon his broom, only to remember his relatives downstairs. "Eh...f!ck it, I'm supposed to take the bus, anyways. Look at me being a good rule-follower." He threw a rope down from his windowsill, ensuring it was securely tied around his bedpost. "...Well, kinda." He laughed, scaling down the wall as he ignored Harold squeaking in his ear.
He'd almost made it to the main gate when Richard joined in on the squeaking. "Guys, it's fine. No one will-" He followed their gaze and did a double take, realizing he'd left his broom in the backyard, leaning up against the toolshed. "-well f!ck me gently with a chainsaw. Nevermind what I said, back to Plan A, breaking the rules, possibly getting expelled on Day Onnnne..." He raced over, dragging the broom into the narrow crevice between the shed and the house. He tapped the broom with his wand, then his clothing and mask, casting the disillusionment charm upon them all. "Oh sh!t, I just realized I might lose it this way." He laughed as he kicked off. "Eh, if I do, it'll wear off. I could always have Richard search for it."
He heard a snort in reply.
"Or summon it." Nova laughed heartily as the wind ruffled his hair, imagining the broom smashing through various commercial buildings, households, and people to follow him to Hogwarts. A second wave of laughter followed as he imagined it crashing someone's wedding proposal, knocking the ring into a pile of dogsh!t. A third wave came when he envisioned the broom narrowly swerving around a wood chipper. "Aaah, it goes through all that sh!t, but it's sentient enough to avoid the wood chipper." Nova panted, admiring the city far below.
Twenty-eight Minutes Later
Nova dove sharply through the thick sheet of grey clouds to soothe his restlessness. "Ah London - wonderful weather we're having, as always." He rolled his eyes, shaking his head at the rain drenching his robes as he shot back up above the clouds. He slowed his pace, careful to have a firm grip on his wand as he cast the impervious spell on his clothing.
Harold poked his head through the neckline, staring up at Nova with pleading eyes.
"I thought you liked getting wet. Why are you always jumping into puddles, then?" Nova raised an eyebrow.
Harold pouted, turning to hide back under Nova's clothing.
"Alright, get over here. Richard, you good?" Nova offered.
Richard crawled out of Nova's oversized cuff, clinging to his wrist.
"I've got you, D!cky."
Thirteen Minutes Later
"Yeah, we would've never made it with the bus anyway." Nova chuckled. "Aaaaalright, let's head on down! Hold on tight, guys!" He picked up speed on descent, the sounds of wind and heavy rain rushing past his ears. "Ah, traffic noises. Time to slow down." He sighed, pulling up to fly level with the ground until he slowed down enough to fly lower. "The Leaky Cauldron must've been around here somewhere. Am I one street off, or...? Ah, over there." He landed in a vacant alley between two Muggle buildings, and hastily took off his clothes, bundling them into a lump to carry at his side. "Just a bit more, don't move around in there." He cut through a few side streets until he pushed open the doors of the Leaky Cauldron.
Nine Minutes Later
Nova heard the tinkle of the shopkeeper's bell as he opened the door to Flourish and Blotts, unraveling the lump to free the pygmies. "Alright, Harry, you handle these two-" he pulled the shopping list from his pocket, pointing to this year's required book titles. "D!cky, you get these two. Meet me back here."
Nova scrambled for the last two books on the list, nearly slamming them onto the checkout counter. "Ah, sorry. I'm in a rush." He addressed the startled clerk, who'd been rudely awoken from his light nap. "Last minute shopping's such a drag, am I right?"
"Aren't you supposed to have done this a while ago?" The clerk raised an eyebrow, unamused.
"Things happen." Nova shrugged. His eyes wandered around the shop, from Harold using himself, and a wooden bookmark to catapult a book onto the cash register, to Richard, who scampered over from the back room carrying a book over his head.
"...How did you get them to do that?" The clerk asked, sitting up straighter in her seat. "I've always hated pygmies for their unruly nature."
Harold's second book landed neatly atop the first.
"Nah, they're not unruly at all." Nova waved the comment off. "They just get bored, easily. If we have tons of fun together, they don't put up much of a fight when I need their help with the boring stuff." He shrugged. His eyes wandered to the clock on the wall: 9:01. "What do you do for fun?" When he received no answer, he turned back to see the clerk nodding off again. He sighed and aimed a gentle kick at the front door, sounding the bell.
"Welcome to Flourish and Blotts!" The clerk sat up straight, scanning the doorway. When her eyes fell on Nova, her posture relaxed.
"...Bad night's sleep?" Nova offered gently.
"You have no idea." The clerk shook her head. "So, is this everything?"
Harold catapulted himself over to the desk, nearly overshooting the landing. Richard crawled over to Nova's leg and tugged at the fabric, having piled his share of the books beside Nova's feet.
Nova crouched to pick up the books on the floor. "Yup." He stretched widely, yawning as he felt his weariness double.
Nova had to fly much slower to avoid any accidents on the way back. By the time he made it home, it was a quarter-till-twelve. He spent the rest of the evening drowsily searching through his messy room for the items he needed, feeling far too tired to focus enough on a spell. Fitting them in his trunk also proved to be a challenge. The moment he finished, he collapsed onto his bed, fully clothed.
Only an hour later, he was dragged into a semi-conscious state by the sound of his parents' loud whispering just outside the door.
"But he was up all night, do you really think we should wake him?" Elaine fretted.
"He was probably cleaning his room." Al guessed.
"Why didn't he have the pygmies do it?" Elaine wondered.
"Heheh, El, we wouldn't want to touch his room, you think he's gonna get the pygmies to do it?" Al laughed.
"Eh, I'm up, just stop talking by my door." Nova groaned through the door. "I'll just sleep on the train."
"You can sleep in the car, too, dear, we'll drive you-" Elaine offered.
"-that'd be greeeeat." Nova nodded in slow motion. It feels like I'm hungover. "What time is it?"
"You've got an hour." Al checked his watch. "...Well, fifty minutes."
"Do you need help with anything?" Elaine asked.
"Nah, I've got it." Nova assured, fighting the urge to collapse on the bed again. "Go...to the shower." He whispered to himself. "Walk...over there."
"Hah, did he pull an all nighter, again?" North asked, poking her head through the hallway.
"F!ck off." Nova groaned, ducking into the sink to splash water on his face.
"Have a good year at Hogwarts, All Nighter." North snickered, opting to stay in the car with Al as Elaine got out to walk him to the platform's entrance.
"Remember to keep that stick lodger firmly up your non-magical @$$." Nova yawned as he turned on his heel.
"Remember to write, dear." Elaine reminded, giving him a warm hug.
"Sure, I'll just send you a message that says 'dear' on it." Nova chuckled drowsily before shrugging her off. "That'll be perfect." He insisted against Elaine's help pushing the trolley through the station with a slurred "I've got it, I've got it."
The walk through Platform 9 3/4 was even worse, as he felt more like a slow-walking zombie with each step. Almost...there. Nova was barely conscious of the cup of tea Elaine handed him as he turned to board the train.
He slid open the first empty compartment he found, and set up his hammock in slow motion. "Yesss." He collapsed onto it, turning to address Richard in a voice so low, even he wondered how the pygmy could understand him. "Your job...is to march through the halls, and bring back anyone who looks like they'd be fun. Or someone cute. Cute is good, too." And with that, he entered his deep sleep.
Richard Bawls - his purple pygmy puff - roamed the halls, valiantly attempting to complete his quest.
The Morning Before
Sunlight filtered in through the stained glass window panes, shining on Nova's eyelids.
"Mmmm." Nova groaned, opening his eyes with a stretch. Harold stayed sleeping on the pillow beside where his head had been. Richard hung tightly onto his hair to hitch a ride to the bathroom. The covers slid off Nova's chest as he sat up, admiring the view from the window. He threw off his green dinosaur sleepwear, nearly missing the hamper as he made his way over to the bathroom.
"Mmm, morning, Richard." He yawned as the pygmy puff hopped into the sink to shower under the faucet. Nova splashed some water on his face, running his fingers through his thick hair. Hmm, sandwiches, or burgers for lunch? Is a burger technically a sandwich? It could be reasoned that anything between two pieces of bread is a sandwich, but... He squirted a pea-sized amount of toothpaste onto his dinosaur electric toothbrush. He wandered back over to his bed as he began brushing his teeth, retrieving his phone. Only half intelligible, he muttered as he read, "An item of food consisting of two pieces of bread with a filling between." He paused a moment, repeating the words in his mind. He stifled his laughter, rushing back to the bathroom to duck into the sink. He laughed heartily as Richard dodged the toothpaste splattering all over the sink, lunging for Nova's towel. Debate of the Day to Irk People #1. Wonderful!!! This is wonderful!!!
Laughing merrily, Nova dressed in his athletic wear, grabbing a thermos from the kitchen. "One third one-hundred-percent pomegranate juice!" He poured pomegranate juice into the thermos, not spilling a drop, "Three thirds ice coooooold waterrrrr!"
"Do you need to be so loud about it?" His sister glared, looking up from her laptop. She sat cross-legged at the kitchen island, refreshing her memory on the topics she'd busily studied all summer.
"Headphones exist." Nova volunteered, grinning at the challenge.
North sighed, realizing she should've just waited for him to leave. Oh god, now I've gone and set him off!
As Nova explained, he gradually got louder. "We've come a long way since the 1890's, where you'd basically have to listen through two huge cups connected under your chin! It wasn't until the 1900's that someone actually invented something good, so, let me introduce you to the concept! Two little white pieces, connected to a cord, or you could purchase from today's sponsor, Raycon Earbuds! Use coupon code: GOF!CKYOURSELF for 50% off!" He smirked at her expression, pulled his Apple Airpods from his pocket, put one in each ear, and laughed on the way out.
North slowly removed her hands from her ears, her irritated expression softening into something more neutral as she became absorbed in her studying again. I'll have to go over to Elizabeth's later to get some peace and quiet. No way I'm staying in this house during the party.
Telling me to stop having fun. Hahah, no one told you to take over for my sub-conscious. Nova chuckled, hitting the shuffle button on his jogging playlist.
Mmmm, I'm going to miss these airpods once I get to Hogwarts.
Later That Day
"Nova, set the table."
"D!ck, Harry, snap to it!" Nova said in a singsong voice, picking them off his shoulders and launching them onto the dinner table where they busily get to work.
"No...Nova, I'd like you to do it." Elaine - his mother - clarified with a sideways glance at the pygmies: Harold was being admonished by Richard for trying to lazily bundle the batches of silverware together, bossily demonstrating how they should be laid out.
"Why?" Nova asked, switching to the elderly voice of a kung fu master. "I have taught my disciples well."
"Because-" Elaine snapped, eyes widening as she paused to take a deep breath. Exhaling slowly, she continued in a voice of forced calm. "That's how my mother did it, and that's how I did it...and now it's your turn, as the eldest."
"Well," Nova shrugged coolly, "D!ck and Harry exist outside of time and space, and I'd consider them honorary members of the family, but if you need me to change their last names to Garnett-"
"-Nova." Elaine froze, continuing through gritted teeth. "Remember the purpose...the importance of this party, and show your respect."
"Grandma got run over by a reindeer," Nova sang, "right around this time just last year. People say there's no such thing as Santa. As for me and mother, we-"
"-Nova!" Elaine dropped her ladle into the soup, spinning around to glare at Nova's fading grin. "This isn't the time for jokes! We need this to go well!"
"Mother..." Nova took a deep breath, meeting her eyes with a bittersweet expression. "a year's worth of grieving didn't bring her back. Another year won't make it any better. Laugh...tell jokes - grandma always loved jokes. You know, she always used to tell me, 'Elaine gets too serious sometimes...I'm trusting you to help her with that.' Mother, you're not the only one who misses her. Tell me something - do you think I've been telling more, or less jokes since last year?"
Elaine thought for a moment.
Nova noticed her shoulders relax at the realization.
A moment later, her expression fell. "...More jokes."
"Yeah." Nova shrugged, lips tightening. "They're named D!ck and Harry for a reason - even their presence was supposed to be a reminder for me to tell jokes. That...and I needed a reason to ditch the funeral early." He laughed softly, eyes welling up. "That vibe was...really heavy." He spread his arms wide.
Elaine wrapped her arms around him in an embrace. "I'm...sorry for snapping at you like that...I didn't know. This whole time, I thought you were trying to mess around."
"Not everyone wears their heart on their sleeve, mom..." Nova trailed off as he heard the tap tap tap of Elaine's tears falling onto his shoulder. "...but now you know. And," He took on a more cheerful tone as Richard handed Elaine a tissue, "for seeing this rare sight of a Nova talking about his emotional problems, you owe me one. You've gotta try your hardest to chill out through the entire party - a few mistakes or unusual things won't wreck it." He turned away to take the second tissue Richard offered, quickly wiping away any remnants of the moment prior. "Try to hang loose a bit. You might even crack a few jokes yourself." He laughed softly. "Now," He turned back to see her tears and dabbing had made a mess of her makeup. "I'll handle this. You give them the word, and they'll go help dad with the HDMI cord before he pops a blood vessel." He smiled.
"...Richard-" Elaine began.
"-Say it. Come on, you know you wanna." Nova grinned.
"...It come on you know you wanna." Elaine relented, the edges of her lips turning upwards.
"Getting warmer." Nova nodded in approval.
"D!ck, Harry Bawls," Elaine addressed the wrestling pygmies with a sweet smile.
Immediately, they stopped to give her their full attention.
"Go give Al a hand with the television cords." Elaine approached them, giving them each a headpat before they scrambled off.
"Now, go paint too many layers of makeup onto your face again." Nova chuckled. "I think I see the crypt-keeper in our kitchen! Oh wait, is that you?" He gave her a quick hug, then whipped his wand out, levitating the ladle out of the soup to finish serving everyone.
Elaine began up the flight of steps to the second story before pausing a moment. "Oh..." She turned back to poke her head into the kitchen. "...Nova, you got all the stuff you needed from that Diagonal Alley, right?"
Nova froze for half a second, eyes widening. He felt relieved that his back was facing his mother as he replied, "Yup! All prepared for takeoff captain, ready to be beamed up!" Oh sh!t oh sh!t oh sh!t oh sh!t oh sh!!!!!!t!!!!
"Ooof, that's great." Elaine sighed in relief, turning back to the stairs. "I was worried you'd left it until the last minute or something!"
Nova laughed heartily. "Yeah, me too."
"What was that?" Elaine turned her head in Nova's direction.
Should've just left it at that... "I said, 'Yeah, it's all cool!'" Nova invented.
Elaine nodded, disappearing out of sight up the steps.
Nova held his breath for a moment, checking the time. 6:34...If I ditch the party early, I'll have plenty of time to use the floo network.
"These Coca Cola commercials are all the same." Nova pointed to the screen with his fork. "People dancing, pop music, 'high energy stuff.' Ever drank Coca Cola when you're running on three hours? It does nothing. I might as well be drinking sh!t-colored-syrup-water!"
"So ignore the commercial." Al - his father - suggested. "We've got it muted, you can just...look away."
"That's what she said." Uncle Joseph joked.
"I can't just ignore it, it's so stupid, someone's gotta talk about it. I'm glad Nova spoke up." Aunt Jolene laughed. "Why is there always so much nudity? We don't need to see these young girls in their underwear, and neither do kids. This is a family channel."
"It's also a waste of money," Nova pointed out. "since, I bet you, if you watch enough Coca Cola commercials in a row, you'll start to think they're all the same, too. They should recycle some, I don't think anyone would really notice. They've been around for years, you think someone's going to remember a mid commercial from over ten years ago? Hell, over five? They should save themselves some money."
"I keep tellin' you, this kid's got a mind for good ideas. I'd love to have him in my advertising branch." Al proudly held Nova by the shoulders.
Nova laughed. As if I'd choose doing the same thing every day over magic. "Yeah, I'll pop in for an interview when Satan decides to make hell more like Wollman Rink."
Uncle Joseph laughed the hardest at the joke, which launched him into the lengthy story of how he met Aunt Jolene. Everyone else pretended to be highly intrigued as he embellished the tale to make himself look like Casanova, and Aunt Jolene look like the wallflower when the reverse was true.
Perfect. Nova excused himself with a yawn, "I've gotta turn in. Big day tomorrow, crappy sleep last night, you know how it goes. I hope you all have a great time." He winked at his mother on the way out, and she nodded encouragingly. He glanced at his ankle watch at the foot of the steps: 7:48. Nova bolted up the steps, wrenching his bedroom door open to jump inside and narrowly avoid slamming it shut.
Richard and Harold paid him no mind, chasing each other around the bedpost in circles.
"Guys, I f!ckin' flaked on my school supplies." Nova snatched book-shaped box off his bookshelf, flipping the lid open to take a jar out. "Let's book it to Diagon Al..." Nova trailed off as he unscrewed the lid to find an empty container. "...aaaaand I forgot to buy more Floo Powderrrrrr. Alright! Broom time. Calling all pygmies! Calling all pygmies!" He crouched, extending an arm for Harold and Richard to scamper up. He scoured the pile of things on his desk for his galleon pouch, and the slightly torn Hogwarts Sixth Year Shopping List. He threw on a mask, and his fifth year robes, cloaking the pygmies underneath the fabric. He usually bought his robes a few sizes too large to save galleons. "Broom...where'd I put my..." His eyes scanned the sea of clothes, letters, unopened sweets, and other random things for a broom-shaped heap. "And...nothing. Hmm..." He whipped out his wand to summon his broom, only to remember his relatives downstairs. "Eh...f!ck it, I'm supposed to take the bus, anyways. Look at me being a good rule-follower." He threw a rope down from his windowsill, ensuring it was securely tied around his bedpost. "...Well, kinda." He laughed, scaling down the wall as he ignored Harold squeaking in his ear.
He'd almost made it to the main gate when Richard joined in on the squeaking. "Guys, it's fine. No one will-" He followed their gaze and did a double take, realizing he'd left his broom in the backyard, leaning up against the toolshed. "-well f!ck me gently with a chainsaw. Nevermind what I said, back to Plan A, breaking the rules, possibly getting expelled on Day Onnnne..." He raced over, dragging the broom into the narrow crevice between the shed and the house. He tapped the broom with his wand, then his clothing and mask, casting the disillusionment charm upon them all. "Oh sh!t, I just realized I might lose it this way." He laughed as he kicked off. "Eh, if I do, it'll wear off. I could always have Richard search for it."
He heard a snort in reply.
"Or summon it." Nova laughed heartily as the wind ruffled his hair, imagining the broom smashing through various commercial buildings, households, and people to follow him to Hogwarts. A second wave of laughter followed as he imagined it crashing someone's wedding proposal, knocking the ring into a pile of dogsh!t. A third wave came when he envisioned the broom narrowly swerving around a wood chipper. "Aaah, it goes through all that sh!t, but it's sentient enough to avoid the wood chipper." Nova panted, admiring the city far below.
Twenty-eight Minutes Later
Nova dove sharply through the thick sheet of grey clouds to soothe his restlessness. "Ah London - wonderful weather we're having, as always." He rolled his eyes, shaking his head at the rain drenching his robes as he shot back up above the clouds. He slowed his pace, careful to have a firm grip on his wand as he cast the impervious spell on his clothing.
Harold poked his head through the neckline, staring up at Nova with pleading eyes.
"I thought you liked getting wet. Why are you always jumping into puddles, then?" Nova raised an eyebrow.
Harold pouted, turning to hide back under Nova's clothing.
"Alright, get over here. Richard, you good?" Nova offered.
Richard crawled out of Nova's oversized cuff, clinging to his wrist.
"I've got you, D!cky."
Thirteen Minutes Later
"Yeah, we would've never made it with the bus anyway." Nova chuckled. "Aaaaalright, let's head on down! Hold on tight, guys!" He picked up speed on descent, the sounds of wind and heavy rain rushing past his ears. "Ah, traffic noises. Time to slow down." He sighed, pulling up to fly level with the ground until he slowed down enough to fly lower. "The Leaky Cauldron must've been around here somewhere. Am I one street off, or...? Ah, over there." He landed in a vacant alley between two Muggle buildings, and hastily took off his clothes, bundling them into a lump to carry at his side. "Just a bit more, don't move around in there." He cut through a few side streets until he pushed open the doors of the Leaky Cauldron.
Nine Minutes Later
Nova heard the tinkle of the shopkeeper's bell as he opened the door to Flourish and Blotts, unraveling the lump to free the pygmies. "Alright, Harry, you handle these two-" he pulled the shopping list from his pocket, pointing to this year's required book titles. "D!cky, you get these two. Meet me back here."
Nova scrambled for the last two books on the list, nearly slamming them onto the checkout counter. "Ah, sorry. I'm in a rush." He addressed the startled clerk, who'd been rudely awoken from his light nap. "Last minute shopping's such a drag, am I right?"
"Aren't you supposed to have done this a while ago?" The clerk raised an eyebrow, unamused.
"Things happen." Nova shrugged. His eyes wandered around the shop, from Harold using himself, and a wooden bookmark to catapult a book onto the cash register, to Richard, who scampered over from the back room carrying a book over his head.
"...How did you get them to do that?" The clerk asked, sitting up straighter in her seat. "I've always hated pygmies for their unruly nature."
Harold's second book landed neatly atop the first.
"Nah, they're not unruly at all." Nova waved the comment off. "They just get bored, easily. If we have tons of fun together, they don't put up much of a fight when I need their help with the boring stuff." He shrugged. His eyes wandered to the clock on the wall: 9:01. "What do you do for fun?" When he received no answer, he turned back to see the clerk nodding off again. He sighed and aimed a gentle kick at the front door, sounding the bell.
"Welcome to Flourish and Blotts!" The clerk sat up straight, scanning the doorway. When her eyes fell on Nova, her posture relaxed.
"...Bad night's sleep?" Nova offered gently.
"You have no idea." The clerk shook her head. "So, is this everything?"
Harold catapulted himself over to the desk, nearly overshooting the landing. Richard crawled over to Nova's leg and tugged at the fabric, having piled his share of the books beside Nova's feet.
Nova crouched to pick up the books on the floor. "Yup." He stretched widely, yawning as he felt his weariness double.
Nova had to fly much slower to avoid any accidents on the way back. By the time he made it home, it was a quarter-till-twelve. He spent the rest of the evening drowsily searching through his messy room for the items he needed, feeling far too tired to focus enough on a spell. Fitting them in his trunk also proved to be a challenge. The moment he finished, he collapsed onto his bed, fully clothed.
Only an hour later, he was dragged into a semi-conscious state by the sound of his parents' loud whispering just outside the door.
"But he was up all night, do you really think we should wake him?" Elaine fretted.
"He was probably cleaning his room." Al guessed.
"Why didn't he have the pygmies do it?" Elaine wondered.
"Heheh, El, we wouldn't want to touch his room, you think he's gonna get the pygmies to do it?" Al laughed.
"Eh, I'm up, just stop talking by my door." Nova groaned through the door. "I'll just sleep on the train."
"You can sleep in the car, too, dear, we'll drive you-" Elaine offered.
"-that'd be greeeeat." Nova nodded in slow motion. It feels like I'm hungover. "What time is it?"
"You've got an hour." Al checked his watch. "...Well, fifty minutes."
"Do you need help with anything?" Elaine asked.
"Nah, I've got it." Nova assured, fighting the urge to collapse on the bed again. "Go...to the shower." He whispered to himself. "Walk...over there."
"Hah, did he pull an all nighter, again?" North asked, poking her head through the hallway.
"F!ck off." Nova groaned, ducking into the sink to splash water on his face.
"Have a good year at Hogwarts, All Nighter." North snickered, opting to stay in the car with Al as Elaine got out to walk him to the platform's entrance.
"Remember to keep that stick lodger firmly up your non-magical @$$." Nova yawned as he turned on his heel.
"Remember to write, dear." Elaine reminded, giving him a warm hug.
"Sure, I'll just send you a message that says 'dear' on it." Nova chuckled drowsily before shrugging her off. "That'll be perfect." He insisted against Elaine's help pushing the trolley through the station with a slurred "I've got it, I've got it."
The walk through Platform 9 3/4 was even worse, as he felt more like a slow-walking zombie with each step. Almost...there. Nova was barely conscious of the cup of tea Elaine handed him as he turned to board the train.
He slid open the first empty compartment he found, and set up his hammock in slow motion. "Yesss." He collapsed onto it, turning to address Richard in a voice so low, even he wondered how the pygmy could understand him. "Your job...is to march through the halls, and bring back anyone who looks like they'd be fun. Or someone cute. Cute is good, too." And with that, he entered his deep sleep.
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As the sound of soft amd gentle rain hit against the small opaque window in her bedroom,Gwen was awoken suddenly by a loud sharp bang on the poorly plastered wall that her single birch wood bed was up against,With a heavy sigh Gwen sat up in her bed and reached around on her bedside table for her silver;y blue glasses,Gwen gently rested them on her ears and pulled back the cover,she lifted her legs over the side of the bed and slid her a;uppers onto her feet.
Gwen had just gotten out of the shower and dressed into a soft blue dress with black tights,and a simple black fleece cardigan,she chose to wear her black lace up boots with blue laces, she took one last look into her small box of a bedroom that she had spent the past couple of months between term time in,whe she would return from Hogwarts this time,she would have a place of her own,finally. She Grabbed her 2 suitcases and her cage with Sonic her closest friend,a grey and white talloned owl,Sonic had been given to her by a dearly departed fiend when they found out they had been accepted into Hogwarts all those years ago
As she handed her keys into the front desk of the hotel she said her goodbyes before heading outside,there was little to no traffic around at this time in the morning,she rested her belongings up along side her as she sat on the curb of the pavement awaiting her taxi to the train station,she held her umbrella in one hand just over her head and her bag with her most prized pession.Aftse a while the taxi parked up on the opposite side of the road,a creep looking man who couldn’t have been younger than 50 walked up to her and asked if she needed assistance with her belonging. She nodded gently and gracefully sat in the back on the taxi,placing one single earbud into her right ear and pressing her left ear up against the window of the taxi,watching the world go by.
Upong arriving at the Train Station she made quick work of getting her ticket and some snacks from the little cafe in the platform,she headed on to Platform nine and three quarters and found a nice quaint bench at the far end of the platform,she reached into her bag and pulled out s ham and cheese croissant and her book on ‘Dragon Defenses’ she opens up on page 120 Chapter 11 ‘A Dragons best defense’,she began to take notes whilst occasionally eating her croissan.
After a while The Hogwarts express pulled into the station,Gwen let the first years board first before heading onto the carriag,she found a cabin unoccupied and gently opened the door bringing her her belongings in with her she sat closest to the window,it was still raining,a little heavier now but gentle stil.She pulled her book back out and began taking more notes,she was trying to come up with a subject to base her final exam on.
Gwen had just gotten out of the shower and dressed into a soft blue dress with black tights,and a simple black fleece cardigan,she chose to wear her black lace up boots with blue laces, she took one last look into her small box of a bedroom that she had spent the past couple of months between term time in,whe she would return from Hogwarts this time,she would have a place of her own,finally. She Grabbed her 2 suitcases and her cage with Sonic her closest friend,a grey and white talloned owl,Sonic had been given to her by a dearly departed fiend when they found out they had been accepted into Hogwarts all those years ago
As she handed her keys into the front desk of the hotel she said her goodbyes before heading outside,there was little to no traffic around at this time in the morning,she rested her belongings up along side her as she sat on the curb of the pavement awaiting her taxi to the train station,she held her umbrella in one hand just over her head and her bag with her most prized pession.Aftse a while the taxi parked up on the opposite side of the road,a creep looking man who couldn’t have been younger than 50 walked up to her and asked if she needed assistance with her belonging. She nodded gently and gracefully sat in the back on the taxi,placing one single earbud into her right ear and pressing her left ear up against the window of the taxi,watching the world go by.
Upong arriving at the Train Station she made quick work of getting her ticket and some snacks from the little cafe in the platform,she headed on to Platform nine and three quarters and found a nice quaint bench at the far end of the platform,she reached into her bag and pulled out s ham and cheese croissant and her book on ‘Dragon Defenses’ she opens up on page 120 Chapter 11 ‘A Dragons best defense’,she began to take notes whilst occasionally eating her croissan.
After a while The Hogwarts express pulled into the station,Gwen let the first years board first before heading onto the carriag,she found a cabin unoccupied and gently opened the door bringing her her belongings in with her she sat closest to the window,it was still raining,a little heavier now but gentle stil.She pulled her book back out and began taking more notes,she was trying to come up with a subject to base her final exam on.
Cello.
We are going to trust the giant flying sharks?
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Hazel barely got sleep the night before, the rain kept her up, even though it wasn't thundering she still got anxious. After she got out of bed, she walked to her closet and picked out her clothes, she had already packed everything that she would need, including the stuff she would need for Raven. Speaking of the smoke colored cat, she came wandering in from yhe hallway, letting out a meow. "You know where your food is Raven, its where its always been" Hazel said and looked at her cat. Even tho Raven was an animal, the cat had quiet the personality.
"HAZEL GET YOUR ASS DOWNSTAIRS.... WE ARE GOING TO BE LATE!" And cue the dramatics of my mother. she thought as she picked up Raven, who was not happy about her meal being interrupted. "I'll give you more food once we get on the train" Hazel said to which the cat replied with a happy meow.
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After what felt like an eternity of being in the car with her mother and father they finally reached the train station. As soon as the car was parked Hazel was out of the car with Raven and moving towards the Platform. She was about halfway to the brick wall when her mother grabbed her arm. "Why the rush, it's not like the train will leave without you." Hazel, then proceeded to pull her arm out of her mother's grip and rolled her eyes. "I know... i'm not stupid" She didn't like her mother much, mostly because she acted fake around people. But her dad on the other hand, well you could say that Hazel and her dad were two peas in a pod.
After they got onto Platform 9 3/4 she said a quick goodbye to her mom who then walked back to the car, causing Hazel to let out a sigh then turn to her dad. "I'm going to miss you dad, but I promise to write every chance that I can." She said and gave her dad a hug. "I know you will sweetness, and i'll miss you too." Her father said and hugged her back. "I have to go now, you have everything you need correct?" He asked and pulled away from the hug and held her at arms length. "Yes, I have everything." She said and picked up Ravens cage and picked up her suitcase and got onto the train, sitting in an empty cart.
She reflects on her morning and finally realized that it was her birthday. I'm so stupid, how could I forget that its my birthday. She thought to herself as she took out some food for Raven, and put it into her cage. Hazel then realized that her Mother didn't remember her birthday, but her dad did. She reached into her bag and pulled out a small black box that her dad had somehow smuggled into her bag... probably when they were saying goodbye. She opened the box and inside of it was a silver necklace with small green Emerald on the chain.
With a smile now on her face she sat in her train car waiting to see if anyone would join her for the train ride to Hogwarts.
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Hazel barely got sleep the night before, the rain kept her up, even though it wasn't thundering she still got anxious. After she got out of bed, she walked to her closet and picked out her clothes, she had already packed everything that she would need, including the stuff she would need for Raven. Speaking of the smoke colored cat, she came wandering in from yhe hallway, letting out a meow. "You know where your food is Raven, its where its always been" Hazel said and looked at her cat. Even tho Raven was an animal, the cat had quiet the personality.
"HAZEL GET YOUR ASS DOWNSTAIRS.... WE ARE GOING TO BE LATE!" And cue the dramatics of my mother. she thought as she picked up Raven, who was not happy about her meal being interrupted. "I'll give you more food once we get on the train" Hazel said to which the cat replied with a happy meow.
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After what felt like an eternity of being in the car with her mother and father they finally reached the train station. As soon as the car was parked Hazel was out of the car with Raven and moving towards the Platform. She was about halfway to the brick wall when her mother grabbed her arm. "Why the rush, it's not like the train will leave without you." Hazel, then proceeded to pull her arm out of her mother's grip and rolled her eyes. "I know... i'm not stupid" She didn't like her mother much, mostly because she acted fake around people. But her dad on the other hand, well you could say that Hazel and her dad were two peas in a pod.
After they got onto Platform 9 3/4 she said a quick goodbye to her mom who then walked back to the car, causing Hazel to let out a sigh then turn to her dad. "I'm going to miss you dad, but I promise to write every chance that I can." She said and gave her dad a hug. "I know you will sweetness, and i'll miss you too." Her father said and hugged her back. "I have to go now, you have everything you need correct?" He asked and pulled away from the hug and held her at arms length. "Yes, I have everything." She said and picked up Ravens cage and picked up her suitcase and got onto the train, sitting in an empty cart.
She reflects on her morning and finally realized that it was her birthday. I'm so stupid, how could I forget that its my birthday. She thought to herself as she took out some food for Raven, and put it into her cage. Hazel then realized that her Mother didn't remember her birthday, but her dad did. She reached into her bag and pulled out a small black box that her dad had somehow smuggled into her bag... probably when they were saying goodbye. She opened the box and inside of it was a silver necklace with small green Emerald on the chain.
With a smile now on her face she sat in her train car waiting to see if anyone would join her for the train ride to Hogwarts.
Talathel
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Claire's nephew had given her a magical screaming alarm clock for Christmas last year. Each morning, she jolted awake to the sound of a different scream. It seemed to sense when she'd get used to a particular type of scream, and switch up the gender, pitch, length, or volume to keep her alert. She'd secretly been less than enthusiastic upon unwrapping it, but the moment she looked into her nephew's excited eyes, she knew she'd learn to love it. She couldn't bare the thought of his face falling otherwise. One wide smile later, and her nephew had used a permanent sticking charm to keep it stuck to her bedroom wall.
"You really shouldn't have." Claire forced a smile.
But he didn't listen.
This morning's scream sounded like a mix of Morgan Freeman and Darth Vader, and lasted longer than a minute, booming throughout the entire cottage.
Claire scrambled out of bed, covering her ears with a grimace. At least it keeps me from snoozing! I could never go back to bed with a scream like this blaring! She tried to think positively.
Once the alarm finally stopped, she used her wand to turn on the radio to her favorite station, waltzing over to the cozy circular kitchen. She hummed along as she scanned her lists of baking spells, held up on the pink fridge by delicate dessert magnets. She'd mixed the batter for the cupcakes last night, saving her favorite part for this morning. "Mmm, mmm, can't wait to decorate these." She sang as she preheated the oven, summoning a mug to fill with coffee.
As the cupcakes baked, she took a warm bath, sipping her coffee all the while. She waltzed back over in her towel, setting the cupcakes on a rack to cool. Claire enjoyed taking her time trying on a few different outfits until she found the perfect combination for her mood: white leggings with a pattern of pink hearts, a white pleated midi skirt, a pastel pink sweater, and brown lace-up boots. She cast a spell to apply on a bit of makeup, finishing off with pastel pink lipstick, and a bit of blush as she browsed an article in her Magical Fashions magazine. A particular hairstyle spell caught her eye, secured by clear bands and white roses, which she switched out for fresh carnations. She snapped a picture of herself in her full-length mirror, sending it to the private groupchat she had with her best friends under the caption: What am I missing?
She set her phone down as she waltzed to the kitchen, casting a spell to divide the ninety-six cupcakes into separate piles, frosting the batches in red, black, gold, blue, rainbow, white, and pink. She left six plain for students that didn't share her love for overly sweetened things. Half the red frosted cupcakes had flaring hot flames of orange and yellow, and the other half had angry-looking faces. The black cupcakes either had tiny sugar-versions of the planets, or white sugar skulls. The golds had gold-wrapped galleons, or pints of butterbeer clinking together. The blues had either cute sugar bunnies, or paint palettes. The rainbow frosted ones either had realistic sugar brains sprouting with rainbows, or tiny sugar party hats. The white frosted cupcakes either had stacks of sugar books, confetti sprinkles, candy crystals, or chocolate frogs. Her favorites were either of the pink frosted ones: the ones covered with fresh strawberry slivers shaped like hearts, or the ones covered with sugary patchwork quilts and balls of yarn with two needles sticking out.
Once she was finally convinced she'd done her best with the decorating, she snapped an picture of them to post with the groupchat under the caption: I didn't make enough cupcakes
Claire scrolled up to check the messages her friend had left in response to the outfit. After a sea of assurances, she found the one person who told her she was missing something:
You're going to get cold! Why you'd you go with a coat or something?
Claire nodded, responding with:
Thanks, bestie!
She cast a spell to levitate all the cupcakes into a basket enhanced with the undetectable extension charm before rushing back to her bedroom. The moment she opened her closet, her white cape caught her eye - a floor-length cape with a fluffy white hoodie. This one!
One groupchat-double-check later, and she was satisfied with the finished product. Time to go!
She'd checked the weather forecast last night knowing it'd be raining this morning, and planned to take the Knight Bus. Riding a broom will ruin my hair anyways, and the floo network wouldn't agree with my white clothes! She shook her head with a giggle before casting a quick accio to summon her basket and trunk, and head out the door.
Claire approached each occupied train compartment with a light knock, politely asking if she could enter in a singsong voice. "Good morning!" She greeted each familiar student by their first name, and introduced herself to any first-years, offering everyone a cupcake or two from her basket. She wished them good luck during the semester, gently sliding the compartment door shut on the way out.
When she came across Richard roaming the halls, she smiled sweetly, scratching him behind the ears. She reached into her pocket for a parcel of plain mini cupcakes, insisting, "Share these with Harold, alright?" She reached into her basket, pulling out a rainbow brain cupcake for Nova. "And deliver this to Nova, would you?"
Richard scurried off, holding the cupcake over his head, and dragging the parcel behind him.
Claire eventually got seated alone in a train compartment to organize her lesson plans, looking forward to checking up on her plants and seeing how they'd grown.
"You really shouldn't have." Claire forced a smile.
But he didn't listen.
This morning's scream sounded like a mix of Morgan Freeman and Darth Vader, and lasted longer than a minute, booming throughout the entire cottage.
Claire scrambled out of bed, covering her ears with a grimace. At least it keeps me from snoozing! I could never go back to bed with a scream like this blaring! She tried to think positively.
Once the alarm finally stopped, she used her wand to turn on the radio to her favorite station, waltzing over to the cozy circular kitchen. She hummed along as she scanned her lists of baking spells, held up on the pink fridge by delicate dessert magnets. She'd mixed the batter for the cupcakes last night, saving her favorite part for this morning. "Mmm, mmm, can't wait to decorate these." She sang as she preheated the oven, summoning a mug to fill with coffee.
As the cupcakes baked, she took a warm bath, sipping her coffee all the while. She waltzed back over in her towel, setting the cupcakes on a rack to cool. Claire enjoyed taking her time trying on a few different outfits until she found the perfect combination for her mood: white leggings with a pattern of pink hearts, a white pleated midi skirt, a pastel pink sweater, and brown lace-up boots. She cast a spell to apply on a bit of makeup, finishing off with pastel pink lipstick, and a bit of blush as she browsed an article in her Magical Fashions magazine. A particular hairstyle spell caught her eye, secured by clear bands and white roses, which she switched out for fresh carnations. She snapped a picture of herself in her full-length mirror, sending it to the private groupchat she had with her best friends under the caption: What am I missing?
She set her phone down as she waltzed to the kitchen, casting a spell to divide the ninety-six cupcakes into separate piles, frosting the batches in red, black, gold, blue, rainbow, white, and pink. She left six plain for students that didn't share her love for overly sweetened things. Half the red frosted cupcakes had flaring hot flames of orange and yellow, and the other half had angry-looking faces. The black cupcakes either had tiny sugar-versions of the planets, or white sugar skulls. The golds had gold-wrapped galleons, or pints of butterbeer clinking together. The blues had either cute sugar bunnies, or paint palettes. The rainbow frosted ones either had realistic sugar brains sprouting with rainbows, or tiny sugar party hats. The white frosted cupcakes either had stacks of sugar books, confetti sprinkles, candy crystals, or chocolate frogs. Her favorites were either of the pink frosted ones: the ones covered with fresh strawberry slivers shaped like hearts, or the ones covered with sugary patchwork quilts and balls of yarn with two needles sticking out.
Once she was finally convinced she'd done her best with the decorating, she snapped an picture of them to post with the groupchat under the caption: I didn't make enough cupcakes
Claire scrolled up to check the messages her friend had left in response to the outfit. After a sea of assurances, she found the one person who told her she was missing something: You're going to get cold! Why you'd you go with a coat or something?
Claire nodded, responding with:
Thanks, bestie!
She cast a spell to levitate all the cupcakes into a basket enhanced with the undetectable extension charm before rushing back to her bedroom. The moment she opened her closet, her white cape caught her eye - a floor-length cape with a fluffy white hoodie. This one!
One groupchat-double-check later, and she was satisfied with the finished product. Time to go!
She'd checked the weather forecast last night knowing it'd be raining this morning, and planned to take the Knight Bus. Riding a broom will ruin my hair anyways, and the floo network wouldn't agree with my white clothes! She shook her head with a giggle before casting a quick accio to summon her basket and trunk, and head out the door.
Claire approached each occupied train compartment with a light knock, politely asking if she could enter in a singsong voice. "Good morning!" She greeted each familiar student by their first name, and introduced herself to any first-years, offering everyone a cupcake or two from her basket. She wished them good luck during the semester, gently sliding the compartment door shut on the way out.
When she came across Richard roaming the halls, she smiled sweetly, scratching him behind the ears. She reached into her pocket for a parcel of plain mini cupcakes, insisting, "Share these with Harold, alright?" She reached into her basket, pulling out a rainbow brain cupcake for Nova. "And deliver this to Nova, would you?"
Richard scurried off, holding the cupcake over his head, and dragging the parcel behind him.
Claire eventually got seated alone in a train compartment to organize her lesson plans, looking forward to checking up on her plants and seeing how they'd grown.
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Penelope Williams - 1st Year
Leaving her parents at the entrance to the platform had been emotional and a bit frightening, but after a series of long, teary-eyed hugs and last minute reminders to write and stay safe, Pennie had faded through the platform wall and entered the world of magic she'd always dreamed existed. The sight of so many magic-wielding people in one place sent her heart racing, just as it had when she and her mothers had first seen Diagon Alley back in the city. The memory of how her mum had gawked and gasped made her grin widen into a full on toothy smile as she trudged along with her heavy trolley of luggage and books. It was in that moment Penelope realized that she had no clue of what to do or how to even get everything onto the train.
Looking around at all of the other students, their families surrounding them garbed in beautiful robes that reminded her of the solstice celebrations her family attended every year, the young witch struggled to squash the budding anxiety in her chest. How was she supposed to do any of this? Everyone else had magic and the help of friends and family, and thus far the only spells Pennie knew weren't even real wizardry. Her knotted chords, candles, and sweet-chiming bells would be of little use to her in this world, and she was quite certain the other witches and wizards would find it hilarious if she were even to try such methods.
Pulling the luggage cart with all her measly might towards the open train compartment before her, the little witch fought the urge to call out to any passing stranger for help. She wished her parents had been allowed to follow her through to the platform, but as "muggles", the wall had simply rejected them. She'd been raised to chase her dreams and never be afraid to use her abilities and knowledge to manifest her desires into reality, so why now did she feel so helpless? Had she not prayed to the gods for this her entire life? Here before her was the possibility of a future rife with magic, true magic, and yet in that moment she felt like nothing more than a frightening little girl who wanted to run back through that magic wall into the embrace of her mothers.
But she squared her shoulders and continued on, because no amount of fear was going to stop her from seeking that life of magic and knowledge. She would become a real witch, even it had to be done all on her own.
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His alarm clock screeched through the room; his eyes jolted open. Henry wailed, covering his head with a pillow. "Five more minutes, PLEASE." he said, writhing in his bed. Seeing how the unbearable beeping wouldn't stop magically, he slammed his hand on his clock, flinging it towards the wall. It seemed to yell in agony as the glass smashed into shards. He crawled out of bed, slipped on a pair of shoes, then ran off. The smell of fresh bread and sizzling bacon drew him downstairs. It was a quaint home—simple and worn— just like him.
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He sat down, levitating a cup of tea towards him. It wobbled a little as it flew toward his hand.
—"Son, I understand you're excited about this... wizardry thing. But is that truly going to pay off?"
His mother chimed in, throwing a quick glare at his father.
—"What your father means is he wants what's best for you. He's worried about how other students treat you and your career options."
—"I could save the world, make a lot of money making wands, become a professor..." Henry said, shrugging. "Besides, if they insult me, it just motivates me further."
•❅──────✧❅✦❅✧──────❅•"Well, I'm off now! Bye, mum, pops." he hugged his parents one last time, then picked up his luggage. His pouches full of trinkets produced a pleasant clinking noise as he jogged outside. The sun began shining brightly on him and the cold morning air seemed to lift his spirits. He jumped from bus to bus, running through England's labyrinthic streets. "Another year; time sure flies fast. Wonder if I could buy some candy after this..." he thought. He rummaged through his pockets, trying to look for some spare change. "Nope, completely dry."
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Arriving at the busy train station, King's Cross looked as imposing as always. Students and professors scurried around, avoiding being seen by muggles. He jumped into a train compartment; it shook gently with a loud thump. He scouted for an empty seat, accidentally bumping into a small girl.
"Ooh! So sorry! Wait, let me guess, first year here?" he grinned, trying to reassure her. He added: "Terrifying, I know. Don't worry; most of us don't bite. Except for werewolves, sometimes." He reached into his pockets, then retrieved a single piece offering it to the girl. It looked questionable, but it was likely still edible.
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He sat down, levitating a cup of tea towards him. It wobbled a little as it flew toward his hand.
—"Son, I understand you're excited about this... wizardry thing. But is that truly going to pay off?"
His mother chimed in, throwing a quick glare at his father.
—"What your father means is he wants what's best for you. He's worried about how other students treat you and your career options."
—"I could save the world, make a lot of money making wands, become a professor..." Henry said, shrugging. "Besides, if they insult me, it just motivates me further."
•❅──────✧❅✦❅✧──────❅•"Well, I'm off now! Bye, mum, pops." he hugged his parents one last time, then picked up his luggage. His pouches full of trinkets produced a pleasant clinking noise as he jogged outside. The sun began shining brightly on him and the cold morning air seemed to lift his spirits. He jumped from bus to bus, running through England's labyrinthic streets. "Another year; time sure flies fast. Wonder if I could buy some candy after this..." he thought. He rummaged through his pockets, trying to look for some spare change. "Nope, completely dry."
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Arriving at the busy train station, King's Cross looked as imposing as always. Students and professors scurried around, avoiding being seen by muggles. He jumped into a train compartment; it shook gently with a loud thump. He scouted for an empty seat, accidentally bumping into a small girl.
"Ooh! So sorry! Wait, let me guess, first year here?" he grinned, trying to reassure her. He added: "Terrifying, I know. Don't worry; most of us don't bite. Except for werewolves, sometimes." He reached into his pockets, then retrieved a single piece offering it to the girl. It looked questionable, but it was likely still edible.
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Tilly smiled, hugging her parents as her mother went over the usual lines, write regularly, focus on my lessons and behave. Her dad just chuckled and told her to enjoy herself before exams next year. I just smile and hug them both before saying she would write in a few days. picking up the case that carried her owl her dad helped get her trunk onto the train. With her trunk stowed away she decided to find a compartment. Already thinking of treating herself to something nice from the trolley that would make the rounds.
Shocked to find an empty compartment. She collapsed onto the seat, not realising how tired she had been from the hectic journey of double checking everything in her trunk, ensuring she had treats for her Owl and that she had enough money to buy what she needed. It had been a rainy day so luckily she had gloves charmed to keep her hands warm when she wore them. Knowing the first and second years wpi;d be waving off their parents. Relaxing in her muggle clothes she was already thinking of the year ahead. the NEWT perp would have to start from the the first day back to class.
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Dianthus
A solemn and, on closer inspection, rain drenched figure joined the crowd filtering into the train. Dianthus' trip to the train station did not go as planned and he had to hastily trek the rest of the way there; hence his rather rainy situation. It wasn't a good start to his day but he figured it could have been worse. Such as getting caught up in a hailstorm.
He had done what he could to bring some semblance of order back to his appearance. His fringe was slicked back so it didn't look like it had been pelted flat against his forehead by the rain, and the dark shade of the uniform he wore made it difficult to tell it was drenched.
He hoped the train itself would be warm enough that he'd be dry by the time they got to hogwarts. if not, he would have to try his luck with casting a spell. Which would be a hassle. Even after years of studying at Hogwarts, magic was still a challenge for him. With His luggage and yes, a blanket-covered bird cage, in hand, he shuffled along, seeking a spot that wasn't crowded.
Carrying his belongings for so long was tiring. So in an attempt to distract himself, His mind wandered to the upcoming exams. Although it was still months away, it was his last chance to make something of himself. Successfully lost in his musings, he paid little attention to the identity of the person occupying the compartment he had stopped at. All that mattered was the vacant space. With only a brief glance at the pale-haired student and the feline curled peacefully next to him, he put on a practiced smile.
"Sorry for intruding, would it be alright to sit here?" Dianthus automatically slipped into a formal tone as he plopped the suitcase down on the opposite seat. Then carefully placed the cage ontop. Finally, he sat down in the remaining space.
Letho
A solemn and, on closer inspection, rain drenched figure joined the crowd filtering into the train. Dianthus' trip to the train station did not go as planned and he had to hastily trek the rest of the way there; hence his rather rainy situation. It wasn't a good start to his day but he figured it could have been worse. Such as getting caught up in a hailstorm.
He had done what he could to bring some semblance of order back to his appearance. His fringe was slicked back so it didn't look like it had been pelted flat against his forehead by the rain, and the dark shade of the uniform he wore made it difficult to tell it was drenched.
He hoped the train itself would be warm enough that he'd be dry by the time they got to hogwarts. if not, he would have to try his luck with casting a spell. Which would be a hassle. Even after years of studying at Hogwarts, magic was still a challenge for him. With His luggage and yes, a blanket-covered bird cage, in hand, he shuffled along, seeking a spot that wasn't crowded.
Carrying his belongings for so long was tiring. So in an attempt to distract himself, His mind wandered to the upcoming exams. Although it was still months away, it was his last chance to make something of himself. Successfully lost in his musings, he paid little attention to the identity of the person occupying the compartment he had stopped at. All that mattered was the vacant space. With only a brief glance at the pale-haired student and the feline curled peacefully next to him, he put on a practiced smile.
"Sorry for intruding, would it be alright to sit here?" Dianthus automatically slipped into a formal tone as he plopped the suitcase down on the opposite seat. Then carefully placed the cage ontop. Finally, he sat down in the remaining space.
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The train was always the busiest, obviously, at the beginning and at the end of the journey - but the long hours between one and the other were usually relatively boring, excluding minor things like the appearance of the cart or someone occasionally passing by. It meant, of course, that it was wise for one to save their own entertainment for later - and enjoy the chaos while it lasted.
Which was exactly what Artemis was doing.
The crowd of students in the corridor, searching for their friends or just free compartments, made people watching very easy, and though the blond's book was already open on his lap, he divided his attention between the text, the view outside the window, and - yes - the seemingly endless stream of teenagers. Well... And Nyx, but only a bit; she was currently busy licking every part of her body that she could possibly reach, and Artemis felt like she deserved some privacy for that... Even if she didn't appear to share that opinion herself.
At least the cat quickly decided to try napping for a while instead - and that removed one source of potentially distracting movement. In a way, Artemis envied her; he had never been able to fall asleep on the train - he had a hard enough time doing that in his own bed... But it would have certainly helped to make the journey feel shorter.
Not that he was complaining - seeing the old and new faces through the windows was still something to do, at least.
There was the occasional teacher, for example, confirming that the position hadn't been changed during the summer. Then a classmate that had cut her hair since the last time Artemis had seen her in person, but that had already had this new style in one of his dreams - which meant that the whole thing had been a vision for certain, and he should make a note of that in his journal later...
And so it went.
Or - at least it had until he heard the door to his compartment open, making him glance away from the platform outside the window to check who was joining him instead. Nobody from his year - he could tell that immediately - but... The guy still looked familiar... Just from seeing him around? Maybe, but that didn't quite feel right - not like everything, at least.
Though the other wizard quickly glanced away from him, Artemis didn't feel the need for such subtlety, instead gladly taking the distraction - and watching as his new companion made himself comfortable. He did, however, lift one hand to slowly wave it a bit back and forth in a gesture meant to say: go ahead, do whatever you please.
Then again, it didn't look like his approval was actually needed anyway.
"Making sure nobody else joins us, hm?" To be honest, Artemis couldn't even blame the other wizard if that was the case; after all, it was always more comfortable to travel in a compartment that wasn't completely filled... Especially with a couple of pets added to the mix.
Still... The shelves above the seats were there for a reason, and this guy didn't exactly look like he couldn't get his luggage up there - even if he didn't remember the charm that could help with that. Maybe he was simply planning to get something out of the suitcase first?
Oh - that was it, actually. Not his assumption - he still wasn't convinced about that one - but the train of thought had taken him straight to the information he needed. From the other boy's physique - to sports - to Quidditch - and, yes, of course; he was part of the Hufflepuff's team, wasn't he? Artemis hadn't seen all that many games, to be honest, but just enough of them to make the connection. And in that case his name was... Was...
Ah, obviously.
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Which was exactly what Artemis was doing.
The crowd of students in the corridor, searching for their friends or just free compartments, made people watching very easy, and though the blond's book was already open on his lap, he divided his attention between the text, the view outside the window, and - yes - the seemingly endless stream of teenagers. Well... And Nyx, but only a bit; she was currently busy licking every part of her body that she could possibly reach, and Artemis felt like she deserved some privacy for that... Even if she didn't appear to share that opinion herself.
At least the cat quickly decided to try napping for a while instead - and that removed one source of potentially distracting movement. In a way, Artemis envied her; he had never been able to fall asleep on the train - he had a hard enough time doing that in his own bed... But it would have certainly helped to make the journey feel shorter.
Not that he was complaining - seeing the old and new faces through the windows was still something to do, at least.
There was the occasional teacher, for example, confirming that the position hadn't been changed during the summer. Then a classmate that had cut her hair since the last time Artemis had seen her in person, but that had already had this new style in one of his dreams - which meant that the whole thing had been a vision for certain, and he should make a note of that in his journal later...
And so it went.
Or - at least it had until he heard the door to his compartment open, making him glance away from the platform outside the window to check who was joining him instead. Nobody from his year - he could tell that immediately - but... The guy still looked familiar... Just from seeing him around? Maybe, but that didn't quite feel right - not like everything, at least.
Though the other wizard quickly glanced away from him, Artemis didn't feel the need for such subtlety, instead gladly taking the distraction - and watching as his new companion made himself comfortable. He did, however, lift one hand to slowly wave it a bit back and forth in a gesture meant to say: go ahead, do whatever you please.
Then again, it didn't look like his approval was actually needed anyway.
"Making sure nobody else joins us, hm?" To be honest, Artemis couldn't even blame the other wizard if that was the case; after all, it was always more comfortable to travel in a compartment that wasn't completely filled... Especially with a couple of pets added to the mix.
Still... The shelves above the seats were there for a reason, and this guy didn't exactly look like he couldn't get his luggage up there - even if he didn't remember the charm that could help with that. Maybe he was simply planning to get something out of the suitcase first?
Oh - that was it, actually. Not his assumption - he still wasn't convinced about that one - but the train of thought had taken him straight to the information he needed. From the other boy's physique - to sports - to Quidditch - and, yes, of course; he was part of the Hufflepuff's team, wasn't he? Artemis hadn't seen all that many games, to be honest, but just enough of them to make the connection. And in that case his name was... Was...
Ah, obviously.
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