Harry Potter and the Trials of Hogwarts [Revamp]

[Mechanical Woman]

Lynette scratched behind Thanatos's ears, looking at the different people in the compartment. If word got out of who she had spent the trade ride to Hogwarts with, her dorm mates would have a fit. A first year and now two people she could recognize as a Gryffindor and Ravenclaw. Her lips creased, much in a Snape-like way, at the thought of others finding out. She looked down at the floor until she heard Thanatos's name.

"If she wishes," Lynette said, she looked down at the cat, who mewed in response. The tiny puff of fur hopped down and looked up at Jazz. She looked at a corner of the compartment, close to wear Jean was standing. Thanatos walked closer to the corner and sat, staring at it.

[Petra Paisley]

Draco, haven gotten astonishingly bored of Crabbe and Goyle's laughing dimwittedly at his every remark, decided to prowl the cars in search of someone to harass. As soon as he left he noticed a hideous car swooping by the train, and noticed the driver had the trademark flaming red hair of a Weasley. He smirked and already began thinking up the various taunts and teasings that he could soon inflict on Ron as soon as they arrived to Hogwarts.
He saw comming out of a car up ahead, not only one, but two Weasley's, and to his horror when he peered into the car, saw a member of his own Slytherin house had been congregating with them.
He opened the door at once and addressed the girl with the crest of Slytherin pinned to her robes.
"What are you doing talking to the likes of them? I'd have thought you'd know better," he chided with obvious disdain. Then directing his attention to the twins, a sneer (his favourite expression) creeping over his face
"I saw that lovely car of yours, hovering around. Pity your father spends what little money he has on foolish Muggle relics like that. You might have been able to get some decent robes for once, but I see that obviously isn't going to happen anytime soon." Crabbe and Goyle, who as always were nipping at his heels, chuckled appreciatively.
Rather pleased with himself, he had little intention to stick around for more jeering, and turned to leave




((Sorry, I had to edit it, I just realized that the twins had already left))

[Iuna Iovegood]

"Isn't that a little harsh...?" said Luna, in her airy carefree tone. She clutched her issue of the Quibbler and motioned to Lynette. "After all, Lynette was the first one in this car..."

While it was an honest try at Lynette's defense, she got the hunch that this boy with the wrinkled nose would probably not have it. Realizing this, her eyes popped just a bit, and she burried her nose back into her magazine, reading the same article for the fourth time this hour.

[Mechanical Woman]

Lynette looked at Luna before she spoke, "Just because you have your head stuck up your arse doesn't mean I have to. You haven't been crowned king of Slytherin yet." Lynette crossed her arms across her chest, and glared at Malfoy.

She realized what an error it could be, but she would not let this second year boss her around. Maybe later she could pass it off as a joke, if the need came...

[fallen potatoe]

Jazz swooped down to the ground on her knees, squeezing her hands to where the cat was staring. Something bit her finger, and she knew it was her ferret. She reached as far as she could, obviously Egg didn't like the idea of being left alone in her car. She grabbed him but in the process bumped her bright, blue head right on the side of the carriage wall.

"OW!" She yelled, knowing she had grabbed the attention of most of the inhabitants. She stood up and tried walking as quick as she could out the door, before anyone realised Egg was, in fact, a ferret.

"Thankyou for your help, with Egg." She said. She exited the car but was pushed right back in by a tall, blonde haired, Slytherin boy that seemed to be standing in front of the door.

"Draco." Jazz said, trying to sound polite.

[Moire Frost]

Fred and George returned to the now-filled compartment, reeking of the horrible stench that now seeped through the hallway.
"We tried a Charm that Charlie taught us--"
"But it backfired--"
Fred looked from Draco to the rest of the compartment. "Don't you dare talk about Dad like that, you slimy git..." He rushed forward, wand in hand and snarling, as George grabbed him by the robes and pulled him back.
"Maybe your father should spend less money on the Dark Arts and Cursed Artifacts and more on something useful, like hiring someone to beat you soundly, Malfoy," George said coldly, struggling to keep Fred's wand arm from raising. He added, "We'd gladly do it for free...
"Geroffa me!" growled Fred, ripping his hand free from his brother's grasp. "Talk about my family again, and you'll regret ever being born." He rubbed his head, stuffing his wand back into his robes, and stormed out of the compartment with George in tow.
"Blimey, Fred!" George said, astonished, when they reached their smelly compartment. "I was afraid I'd have to explain to McGonagall why Malfoy was turned into a toad..."
"A toad's too good for him," hissed Fred, obviously upset. "He talked about Dad... and he saw the car! Dad's going to be furious... we need to talk to Ron when we get to the castle. Where is the bloke, anyway?"

[Petra Paisley]

Draco was initially stunned, and didn't even know what to make of the small girl now hiding behind her book.
He focused on the other girl, Lynette, and folded his arms in front of his chest in the same fashion and smirked.
"I'd just be concerned with what people would think if people saw me enjoying the ride to Hogwarts with, not just a couple of Griffyndors, but the Weasley twins at that," he said, looking quite smug and proud of himself.

He'd hardly noticed the girl he'd run into, because the Weasley twins had quite clearly heard what he'd said. As Fred rushed forward, Draco panicked and squeezed back between Crabbe and Goyle, who eagerly acted as his bodyguards. After the twins went back into the car, he quickly muttered, "Like you could curse anything with such a battered old wand anyways!"

"Crabbe, Goyle, lets not waste any more time here," he said, looking a little like he'd lost his cool and was eager to escape back to the safety of his own compartment, the two walking closely behind him.

[Moire Frost]

George had heard what Draco had said this time, running out of the compartment with his wand extended. "Draco, you cowardly git!" he shouted, Fred by his side now. "Yeah, you're so brave... you hide behind your cronies, instead of fighting for yourself!"
Fred joined in now. "Like you could curse anything in the first place, Malfoy," he sneered, pulling his brother's wand out of his hand. "He's not worth it, George, not worth it..."
"And besides," smirked George, allowing Fred to take his wand with little resistance. "Maybe we'll just hit a Bludger in your direction in the crowd, Malfoy. There's a reason Wood likes us as beaters so much." He took his wand back and made a hitting motion with it, pretending it was his stick for Quidditch. Fred patted his brother on the back, both remaining in place. George thought he could take out Crabbe and Goyle himself, if he had to, and left Malfoy to Fred... and anyone else that wanted a piece of him.

[Petra Paisley]

Petra, a 14 year old girl with no house crest pinned anywhere on her robes, would have well ignored the commotion coming from the car compartment next to hers had a small, cream colored furball hadn't snuck into hers. She lowered her hands and the terrified creature approached her slowly, and she gently picked him up, stroking him on the back. She stood and poked her head into the next door, noticing the three boys quickly hurrying away.
"Er, I think that someone is probably looking for this... cat?" She said, handing it to Jazz. "You know, in America, we call that a ferret, and that," she said, pointing to the animal in Lynette's lap, "a cat."

She couldn't help but eye up everyone else in the now rather tightly packed compartment. It was quite an interesting crowd, and she had to smile at the twins' remarks.

"Didn't look like he could get out of here quick enough," she said with a little smirk.

[fallen potatoe]

Jazz overheard the twins yelling at Malfoy.

"Wait, that was your dad's car? The blue one that's been flying around the train for about an hour?" Asked Jazz, she had seen it before she took her walk but had completely forgotten through the panic of losing Egg.

[TheEmissary15]

As the enchanted Ford Anglia shot off into the wispy clouds above King's Cross and the tracks below, Ron Weasley fearfully thought in his head 'Mum's gonna kill me...' over and over. Slightly shaken as thoughts of Mrs. Weasley's wrath filled his mind, his jittery hands grasped the steering wheel and pulled higher through the afternoon mist.

After a minute or two of nervous silence, he noticed a sterling silver knob on the dashboard and it hit him -- the invisibility booster! 'Why hadn't I thought of this earlier' he thought, cursing himself for not remembering, Mr. Weasley had only mentioned it to him three times while he made modifications in secret. A few minutes later, Ron heard Harry's relived sigh, he had spotted the school train on the winding snake-like track below. "Oi, one thing less to worry about!", Ron exclaimed.

Taking up a position where they could follow the train clearly, he relaxed a fraction. Trying to take his mind off the trouble they'll be in once they reached the castle. The obvious problem of how to get the car on the ground safely looming in his mind, he reached out to the glove compartment and retrieved a bag of caramels. "Have one Harry, relax a bit" he said, sticking his hand out to his left while still keeping an eye on the sky in front of him. "What d'you reckon my mum will have to say about this when she finds out? Ron inquired as he bit into a candy of his own.

[Moire Frost]

Fred smirked, leading George into the smelly, empty compartment. He beckoned for the girls watching to join them, flicking out his wand and using a simple charm. The air suddenly became clear, the putrid odor gone.
"Of course he couldn't get out of here quick enough," hissed George. "Because he knows the Weasley twins weren't joking, for once."
Fred looked to the ground in shame. "Yeah, that's my dad's car..." He looked up at the girl. "But please, do not tell anyone. If anyone finds out, Dad could be carted off to Azkaban..."
"And Mum would go ballistic," George added soberly.
"She'd not let us leave for ages... Howlers..." Both of the twins shuddered.
Suddenly, they both returned to their usual cheery selves, extending their hands. "Fred and George Weasley, Filch's worst nightmare, with a drawer all to ourselves in his office," they both said, proudly, in unison.

[Petra Paisley]

She followed the twins into the next little alcove, and sat down across from them. She smiled as they spoke, more than slightly puzzled, and when they both offered their hands, she shrugged and extended both of hers.

"Ah, I'm Paisley," she said slowly, still a little confused. "And don't worry, an enchanted, flying Muggle car isn't much of a concern to me," she added with a little laugh. "Um, what's Filch?"

[Neko_Tang]

Jean and Kathie looked at each other curiously. "Malfoy. Pure blood family." Jean replied to his confused sister's look. "Oooh. He doesn't seem very nice." She said to the people into the car, her obvious disdain covered by her cheery attitude. But eitherway, she clasped her hands. "I'm Kathie! This is my brother Jean. He's a fourth year, and I'm a third year."

She looked curiously around, hoping to get names. She noted that the small girl had no crest and shrugged. Must have been a first year. Jean on the other hand, sighed and decided not to open the book. He figured, with all the talking that was going on, he might as well forget about reading.

Poor guy. All he wanted was some peace.

But eitherway, he shrugged and nodded to everyone in the compartment, obviously also expecting names. But how exactly did he know who that boy had been? He'd seen him walking up corriders like he was it, hearing his name called, and often calling that one small girl with the bushy hair a 'mudblood'. He figured that would make him a stuck up little twit who was probably pureblood.

Not that all purebloods were bad.

Kathie, on the other hand, didn't care if Malfoy was mean or not, she still expected to, at one point or another, get to know him. Call it good will, if you wanted to.

[Moire Frost]

The twins shook her hand warmly, a smile playing across Fred's face. He flicked his red hair back, looking to his twin. "George, my dear brother, care to explain who Filch is to this young, innocent girl?"
"It would be my pleasure," said George, inclining his head slightly. "My dear Paisley, Argus Filch is the caretaker of Hogwarts. He's a Squib, and he hates us--"
"Hates us," Fred added for effect.
"And he has a horrible cat, Mrs. Norris. Stay clear of her..."
Fred bowed to his brother, thanking him properly, and rearranged his robes. "Don't mind Malfoy... well, mind him... Anyway, he's a bad one. He thinks pure-bloods should rule the wizarding world. Our family is pure-blood, and we don't agree with him."

[ last post for the night ]