ϟ RETURN TO HOGWARTS } NO MORE FEMALES!

where should we start?

boarding the train!	34.0%	[ 16 ]
getting off the train, and riding the carriages up to hogwarts	17.0%	[ 8 ]
the welcoming feast!	23.4%	[ 11 ]
the next morning during breakfast!	25.5%	[ 12 ]
Total Votes:			[ 47 ]

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"Fleur dear time for you to go to the train that leads to Hogwarts," said an old female voice. The brunette laying down turned to look at her mother. Fleur was ready to go to the train. She woke up extra early to do everything she needed to do for, well it seems like the first day of school. Fleur just could not wait, maybe, sh just did not want to see a face she had to see lots and lots. The girl was a weird and just not normal, well to Fleur, it was Donnie. The blonde girl was just a pain in the a**, she just likes to talk and give some attitude at everyone and everything. All Fleur wants to do to that blonde chick is to tape her lips up and for Donnie to shut the ..... up! Fleur shook her head making her go back to earth and to forget about Donnie. The brunette looked at her mom and smile,"I've been ready mom, just could not wait." She wanted to leave home. She wanted to be somewhere else instead of here. She also wants to travel around the world. To meet new people that come by her and to go to every continent there is. To Fleur she feels as if she has lots and lots of places to discover, she doesn't just want to stay here and just learn about things in books she actually wants to see everything. But she just can't she feel over protective from her parents. Fleur is EIGHTEEN years old and that is old to the brunette. Fleur just wants to get out and be wild.

"Well doll you should get up and eat your breakfast," her mother said as she gave Fleur a smile and just looked at her with a weird eyes. Thinking about breakfast, the girl doesn't even like breakfast."Well mum, like i said millions of times I do not even eat breakfast and I'm planning to never do," Fleur said in response. She wanted to go to the train now and to see everyone there. Shaking her head, her eyes watched as her long and shiny haird swayed back in forth in front of her head. Her mom slipped a sigh out of her lips and left Fleur to do her own business. The brunette imagined herself in the robes she had to wear, she hates them and hated them every since she started Hogwarts. The robes just makes her feel all weird inside. Something she just hates is feeling weird in the inside. Of course everyone needs to wear their robes to tell each other apart from their houses. Looking at the time the girl did not want to be late and miss the stupid train. Getting up from her bed, Fleur slipped on her gladiators and walked down the stairs. The brunette almost tripped herself. She almost dies from the stupid stairs. She hated the stairs and just wants a one story house. Fleur also hates how her legs have to use their muscles and bring her up and down the stairs every single day. To Fleur its just a waste of time.

Fleur finally on the first floor she turned her head to face the right, to the right she found her bags and luggage all ready to go to Hogwarts. Her red,pink, designed luggage and bags were neatly stacked, she wondered if her parents had brought her things down the stairs. Well of course they were the ones that brought down her bags. Fleur was so happy inside she didn't have to bring her things down herself, well she should of her parents are so old. well to Fleur they were weak, they look weak. Walking into the kitchen Fleur found her parents eating and talking about their little shop they own."Mom and Dad I will be heading off to Hogwarts now, well to the train and then Hogwarts." Fleur said as she played with her fingers and smiled slightly. "Oh,okay then. We will miss you lots." said her father as her mother nodded her head. The three held on to each other ,family hug, her parents just started crying. She hates how her parents cry whenever she leaves to Hogwarts. Her shoulder started getting soaked and she just could not take her parents crying on her. The three held the hug for about a few minutes,which seemed long to Fleur. Pulling away from the hug Fleur looks at her parents. "I will be back, I come back like every year, you know I'm always there for you guys. Stay strong okay Mom and Dad." Fleur said as her parents nodded their heads. The brunette smiled and walked out of the kitchen. Fleur grabbed her toms, crochet , sparkly , deigned , and plain toms she had she packed them in a luggage. The one luggage was filled with all her toms, flats, gladiators, heels, and much much more.

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Walking into the train Fleur dragged the cart that was full of her things she settled them in the luggage / bags carrier and looked at everyone else. It looked like a disaster, a Huffle on the floor and Donnie just yapping and doesn't know how to shut up. She did not know what to do now. All Fleur wanted to do was to get this train ride over and to be at Hogwarts, where she can rest on the bed. Everything was flying around, nothing was organized at all. Listening to everyone's conversation, Fleur was just plain bored and she hated being bored. Flipping her brown hair she walked over to an empty seat and sat down. Crossing her legs Fleur watched as everyone interacts with another. She hated trains and hated being around weird and cruel people. She watched as Alexandru played with Donnie, Nigel talking to some girl, the twins talking to each other and one rather feeling irritated by the other. All she wanted right now as the train to start and to go to Hogwarts. "When is this train going to go," Fleur murmured as she closed her eyes hoping the train would be moving by now.

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Megan crossed to the other side of Platform 9 3/4. The sight of The Hogwarts Express spewing steam in all of its majesty always seemed to make her feel nostalgic, even managing to make a slight smile grace her face. The witch shift her attention from the train to her clothes. She was still wearing her muggle outfit and this was unacceptable. She knew that students were allowed to wear their normal clothing during the ride to Hogwarts, but the witch enjoyed having spare time instead of fighting for a place to change last minute, like many other students. After all, she would be giving the younger students a great example. Megan reached for her wand in her back pocket and gave it a swish. With a little work of magic, she was now changed. First year students and muggle-parents were astonished at the sight. It all seemed like a show to them, but Megan ignored them. About Megan's uniform, though her skirt was shorter than what most of the other girls used, or more like were allowed to use, she had her complete Ravenclaw uniform: stockings, v-neck jumper/sweater, robe. Her hair would've matched if it wasn't for the fact that turquoise was Megan's favorite color.

She now turned to the two trunks she had managed to lug around. One of them was merely for her clothes. The Ravenclaw pointed at her trunks.
"Reducio." And with that, the trunks had shrunk. Megan had an accomplished smirk on her face as she grabbed the tiny trunks and stuffed them into her robe's inner pocket. Why nobody ever thought of doing that before, escaped her mind, but Megan knew it was the easiest way to travel.

Pushing and shoving was the only possible way Megan could make her way through the train. She searched and searched for an empty compartment or at least one with someone that didn't annoy her. The Ravenclaw finally spotted a familiar face, it was Lysander Scamander. The girl still wondered how she'd end up befriending someone like him, she would've normally found him irritating, but he grew on him. On the other hand, his brother-Lorcan-was another story. Though their personalities might seem similar to anyone at first, their thoughts were completely different. She couldn't stand the fact that the boy didn't like muggles. She couldn't fathom any reason for him not to like muggles. Megan stood out of the compartment, but took a peek inside.
”G'morning Lysander” She cheerfully said to the boy and turned to his brother. ”Lorcan.” Megan simply said this as to not be rude. Her eyes turned to the other girl that stood inside the compartment. Nina was it? She wasn't sure, but didn't care enough to ask.
”Good morning.” She simply uttered. The space was a bit too crowded for Megan's liking and decided to continue her search.
”Well, it's a bit crammed here, but I'm sure I'll be seeing you around.” The Ravenclaw gave the group a small wave and Lysander a wink.

Off again looking for somewhere to sit. Soon enough a young-looking Hufflepuff made his way out of a carriage. At last, she would have a space all to her own-or so she though. Once she went inside, Megan noticed Viktoria. She had never really had any socialization with the girl, but from what the Ravenclaw heard, she was a nasty little Slytherin. Meg could care less. This girl, Viktoria, seemed like the least annoying person so far and the metamorphagus really didn't feel like continuing her search. Megan grabbed her wand and a small box-looking object from her pockets. The Ravenclaw eyed the German girl before taking a seat. Her lips pursed as she scanned Viktoria's legs.
”Engorgio.” She revealed the box to actually be a book: The Rise and Fall of the Dark Arts.
”I'm sure your parents taught you better than to put your feet up.” Megan finally spoke to Viktoria, her nose burried in the book, not once looking at her compartment companion. She meant no foul, but it had been something that...irked her in a way.

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For most, it would be a ghastly hour to be awake, but for the young Malfoy, it was his own slice of paradise. The only living things awake at this hour were Scorpius and Nox. The latter was currently winding between his legs as he traced his steps to the kitchen. Unlike his father, the boy did not think it below him to fetch his own breakfast. It was this tiny moment in time, where everything in the world still slumbered, that Scorpius had everything to himself. He had no need to explain himself to anyone, to answer any chiding questions, or do anything that he didn't want to do. Of course, he could have woken Grib or Mana, the Malfoy's house elves, but he would rather do it himself instead of spoiling the moment.

It hadn't taken long; brewing his coffee and heating a scone. Out on the balcony, overlooking the rather sombre estate, Scorpius suddenly felt a pang of anxiety. He couldn't wait to leave. It seemed that with each of his passing years at Hogwarts, home became more and more unbearable. His father was rarely home, returning at odd hours after days on end. He was looking more and more haggard, and quick to temper. The man was losing it by the day, muttering to himself, scarcely aware of his emotionally withering wife and the sky-rocketing success that was his son. But the boy shook his head of such thoughts. This time to himself was not one to stain with these problems. He'd almost forgotten about his coffee. The steam from the mug warmed his chilled face as he raised it to test it's temperature. Unfortunately, he was distracted by a fluttering of wings down the hall and was forced to pull himself from the stone balustrade. He pulled his cloak tighter about his shoulders to fight the morning chill in the manor and retreated inside and back to the kitchen. Nox had found a delicious morsel of his own to eat as Scorpius got himself another scone and moved to the dining room, finding the Prophet already at the table. Removing the twine, he sat to enjoy what little peace was left as the world began to wake.

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The young wizard was already finishing his breakfast when the soft footfalls of his mother graced the silent manor. He'd been up for quite some time, as he usually was, since sleeping in wasn't exactly his thing. Scorpius' sleep patterns were relentless; up by five o'clock, showered and made presentable by seven, with breakfast eaten and the Prophet read by eight. It left plenty of time to pack and head to King's Cross. He raised his head, but not his eyes, when his mother entered the dining room. She bent to kiss her son's temple, smoothing a lock of hair from his forehead before seating herself a seat away from him. Without hesitation, Mana was at her side, serving her a cup of tea, brewed to perfection. She made no effort to thank the creature with words, but acknowledged with a simple nod. Scorpius folded the Prophet, the sound of crinkling paper sounding far too harsh in the silence of the manor.

"Not feeling well again, is he?"

His tone was more of an accusation rather than a son's tired attempt at concern. It was only when his mother hesitated that he finally looked at her. His father's eyes stared at her, held her gaze. At the sight of them, so void of emotion, she flinched, focusing on her tea. She had been a strong woman once, when he was young and his father was ambitious. But the years had not been kind, and their marriage had suffered terribly for it.

With an exasperated sigh, her son stood from the table and drained the last of his coffee. "I'll be leaving early, then."

He heard the rustling of her dress as she stood, the sharp tinkling of china as she set her cup down, "Scorpius, please.."

Before her protest could continue, he was already making his escape from this horrid asylum. "I'll send an owl when I've settled." And without another word, he disappeared into the yawning depths of the manor.

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It had taken no more than an hour to get to King's Cross, the time having been cut nearly in half due to the lack of traffic at such an hour. Scorpius had summoned the Malfoy's driver to take him. With all his attempts at becoming independent, Scorpius still had not mastered the art of driving muggle vehicles. It was best left to those that could be bothered with such things, such as Cinderford, who was currently exchanging a few choice words with passing drivers. The boy rolled his eyes, murmuring with a flourish of his wand, relaxing as silence fell upon the vehicle. Of course, outside his bubble, Cinderford continued to berate the opposing man, though Scorpius no longer had to listen to it.

Another few moments and they were parked in the departure lane. Scorpius removed himself from the car and left Cinderford to find a trolley and load his trunk and broom. Nox nestled himself quite comfortably in the crook of his Master's arm, the near-hairless beast yawning as if in protest to Scorpius' insistence on leaving so early. But he didn't mind the wait; Muggle-watching could be horribly amusing even at the worst of times.

But time passed rather quickly, having busied himself with a muggle paper. There was some sort of outbreak of robberies in some part of town he'd never heard of nor cared about. Something like that would never happen in Diagon Alley, Scorpius was sure of it. Muggles had such primitive security measures, it wasn't a wonder there was anything left to pillage at all, by the sounds of it.

Another glance at the station clock revealed that he had dabbled long enough. Cinderford was still standing by, vigilant as always, as the young Malfoy made his way to the all-too-familiar pillar between platforms 9 and 10. He stepped through without problem and wove his way between the milling first years and whimpering mothers. Ask him and he would deny it, but he felt a twinge of jealousy, remembering how his mother had once doted on him. But he paid it no further mind and boarded the huffing train, moving to the last few compartments as Cinderford had his trunk and broom stowed away. It didn't take long to find where he wanted to sit, seeing as most of the Slytherins made their home at the end of the train. He took a moment or two to nod a greeting to his housemates, not stopping for too much mindless chatter. When asked about his summer, a simple "Fair," or "Glad to be back," seemed to suffice. When he happened upon the compartment where the exotic Melissa Tanner was seated, Scorpius gave a gentle rap at the door before opening it, "Would you mind company?" A small struggle under his arm reminded the wizard of his feline companion. Nox's slight weight had made him forgettable, but his attention had been drawn to the obscenely large cat that accompanied Melissa. Nox wriggled his way from Scorpius' arm and landed with a near-silent thump and seemed to reacquaint himself with the familiar feline, large inquisitive eyes peering at the beast of a cat.

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She was bored. That was usual when she sat down anywhere and waited for someone to come and talk to her, but she disliked it nonetheless. The option of her going back into the crowded corridors and losing her spot just to find someone she liked, however, was much less desirable. Amelia knew that at this point, the only thing she could do was sit and wait until she spotted a friend and pull them in there.

Not long after this, a boy stumbled into her compartment. A fellow Slytherin, actually, and one she was quite close with! Excellent. For a moment, it seemed as though he didn’t notice her, looking ready to kick whoever might have been in there out. To a first year, this probably would have been scary, but Amelia couldn’t help but laugh a little at her friend before he sat down.

The Slytherin laughed again at his rather cocky comment. She seemed to surround herself with annoyingly cocky people actually, but it was better than associating with people who thought nothing of themselves. “You must be joking,” she rolled her eyes, “I only reserve seats for very special people, and you are not one of them.” Had someone heard that, they would probably think the two weren’t on very good terms, but it was quite the opposite, actually.

After glaring at the boy for a moment, she decided to drop the act. With some of her friends, they kept insulting each other until one pretended they’d had enough and left. Amelia would not risk being bored again. “So how was your summer?” she questioned. It was a question both of them would probably be asked a hundred times by the next day, but it was something she had fallen into the habit of asking. “Did you miss me terribly?”

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The compartment window faced a stone wall. It was not much to look at, but Lorcan found the wall more interesting than engaging in a conversation with his brother. Lysander also looked out the window but it bored him to no ends; to keep himself occupied, he started counting the bricks. A knocking at their compartment door distracted both twins from the train station’s drab stone wall. They looked around to see Nina Marie Anders, who asked to be seated with them. Lysander gave her a boyish smile, “Nina, hey!” He indicated for her to have a seat across from him. “Make yourself comfortable. You don’t even have to ask.”

Lorcan smiled, but it was neither boyish nor enthusiastic as his brother’s. His smile was quick and tight-lipped. Nina was Lysander’s friend, so Lorcan did not know much about her except that she was muggle-born. Although, he did not intend to threaten her or make her uncomfortable because of the purity of her blood; instead he would sit quietly and ignore the pair. Lorcan was head boy, he did not want to start any trouble and tarnish his respectable reputation with the professors. Besides, Nina seemed like a timid girl. It would be beneath him to harass her. He tried to be a gentleman despite his distaste for muggles and mudbloods; a distaste that he preferred not to publicly verbalize. “Hello, Nina.” greeted Lorcan, his voice suggested his indifference towards her, but he was careful not to sound cold or bitter.

“G'morning Lysander” “Lorcan.”

That voice, it was so American. Lorcan looked from Nina to that spitfire of a girl, Megan Joy Crawford, who now stood in their doorway. His expression darkened for a moment, but a small sarcastic grin quickly replaced it. He had never quite forgotten the incident that occurred in his fourth year at Hogwarts where Megan let her Fire-Bellied Toad loose on the Slytherin table. She was so American, so muggle. Lorcan found her abrasive attitude off-putting. At least the two agreed to disagree; their aversion towards each other was completely mutual. “Megan.” replied Lorcan.

“Meg, g’morning to you too.” greeted Lysander upon seeing his favorite metamorphagus.

Lysander was enjoying all the company. He was about to offer her a seat as well, but Megan did not seemed interested. “See you later.” called Lysander as she left. He was a little disappointed that she did not stay. Lorcan, on the other hand, was relieved that Megan had decided to sit somewhere else.

Lysander turned his attention back to Nina. “Ready for quidditch, ma’ lady?” asked Lysander. “I’m sure Hufflepuff is no match for the mighty Slytherins.” Of course, he was only teasing and he winked at her playfully. “Tell me about your summer. Are you using one of those muggle thingys yet? Ya know, those transportation devices. Lorcan, what are they called, carps?” asked Lysander. The word he was looking for was cars. Lorcan shook his head, ready to correct his brother. He did not know much about muggles, but he did pick up some knowledge of muggles and their various trinkets. “No, Lysander. They are not ‘carps’, they are called ‘curs’.” said Lorcan. Lysander was not convinced that his brother was right. “No, no. It’s a carp.” Lysander looked to Nina for help. “It’s a carp, right?”

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Molly Weasley II

Molly Weasley was the second to be born with that name. She had her grandmothers name, the feisty older Weasley was Molly's favorite, not just because they shared the same name. Molly had been dropped off at Kings Cross by her mother. Her father was busy at the ministry and her younger sister, well Molly didn't worry about Lucy that often. Molly looked at her mother briefly, waving with a giggle and turned, walking off. She had spent the last ten minutes saying her goodbyes and needed to leave before the older woman kept her from boarding the train. Molly was already through the magical barrier, so she just had to worry about find a blasted seat. Molly flipped her hair over her shoulder. It got in her way quite too often. She sighed and adjusted her prefect badge. Molly stepped into the train, knowing she saw one of her cousins earlier, Roxanne. Molly didn't keep up with the rest of her family too much, being the rule abiding odd one out.Molly hummed as she went to the back of the train, figuring out what her prefect duties on the train was. She didn't have the glory of getting to sit in one compartment the whole time, she had to check on the first years and help manage the back to school chaos.

Molly yawned as she walked down the hallway, finding a raven haired ravenclaw boy in front of her. She raised her hand and gently tapped his shoulder. "William ...Montgomery, right?" She asked, almost completely sure that was his name. She was usually good with remembering peoples names, but she had a pretty bad memory, so sometimes it faded in and out. The boy was also older than her and had an accent, though she couldn't remember it. "Your on the Ravenclaw Quidditch team aren't you? Keeper or Seeker? Im sorry if Im wrong, I have a dreadful memory." She laughed softly. "Are you having a difficult time finding a compartment? I know of a few empty ones, down by the prefect area. People are normally afraid to sit by us, since they cant use magic without being caught." Molly smirked proudly, loving the fact that did indeed catch pranksters, even if a lot of them were her family. She let most of the shenanigans go, but if they really bothered her, she gave detention. Molly turned around to glare at a few boys giggling after they used a charm to blow a girls skirt up. They saw her badge and dispersed. Molly scoffed and rolled her eyes, putting her hands on her hips and turning back to the boy half a foot taller than her. "Sorry about that.... Now where was i?" She pondered then her eyes lit up. "Oh yes, do you need assistance?" She asked in a friendly manner, keeping her eyes on the students behind him, her watchful demeanor in full effect.

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As Melissa continued to think she gazed out of the window, it was her feeble attempt at ignoring the nuisance that was in fact the rest of the train. People were always so loud when they got on the train as the start of the year, and Melissa never really understood why. It wasn't like they weren't going to see these people for an extended period of time anyway why not save all that energy for the rest of the school year..or at least until Mel wouldn't have to bother with it anymore. It had also seemed that the Egyptian girl wasn't the only one getting slightly annoyed. The large beastly cat that was wrapped around her feet seemed to give out an annoyed growl every now and again proceeded by Leera's shifting of positions. Mel felt bad for Leera, unlike other cats she was the size of a medium sized dog and the compartments were only so big. She watched Leera with a half pity half amused look spread across her face, but it quickly dropped as Leera's ears twitched and she looked to the door.

Not a second sooner there was a small tap and the all to familiar voice of someone she would call friend. That was if she ever talked about such things she would. None the less Scorpius was one of very few people Melissa enjoyed the presence of. Even the large cat seemed to be relieved it was Nox and his master as she now stood and began to stretch her legs out before going to greet hairless feline. Melissa on the other hand watched the two felines for a moment as they reacquainted themselves before turning her attention to Scorpius. "I would not mind at all actually, and even if I did I don't think I could deprive Leera of seeing her feline friend." Glancing back down Melissa watched as Leera brushed herself up against Nox, the basic cat like sign of affection in a surprising graceful manner for such a large cat. Leera was big enough that Nox could fit right under her just about when she stood so when she was done 'loving' on Nox she jumped up into the seat next to Melissa and laid down staring down at the hairless cat. Melissa's cat like her was every bit exotic and foreign to the land like she was and she would be lying if she said she didn't enjoy it.

After Leera got settled Melissa's eyes narrowed slightly in aggravation at the thought that crossed her mind. "I should inform you now that Viktoria is already here if you hadn't seen her yet which means we will probably be due to hear some first year screaming in pain, or some Huffelpuff running down the way crying and whining about how mean she is." Melissa didn't really mind Viktoria so much in fact sometimes she proved to be quite useful to Melissa whether she knew it or not. It was always the new people via Slytherin house or another that thought it was somehow a good idea to go messing with the the German Slytherin beater. "I believe that someone else is in there now actually...which means it won't be long before the beater starts to do what she does best."


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[Fruity-Avalanche]

Ambrose Cameron Cresta

Slytherin Sixth Year

Ambrose raised an eyebrow as Amelia began to laugh at him. Putting his feet down he leaned forward to hear her response. He lifted a hand to his heart and did the best fake gasp he could. "Honestly Amelia I am crushed!" He shifted back in the seat and turned away from the girl opposite him, pretending to be hurt by his comment. Obviously however they were just messing around. It was often how he acted around friends, sarcasm was just so much more fun that normal conversations. He felt a lot more comfortable in conversations where he was obviously not being himself. In reality he was quite close with Amelia, as close as one would be with someone from their house. He was also blessed with regular perfecting duties with her.

The Slytherin turned back to her, in thought, as she asked him a question "How was my summer? Well you know, the usual. Dozens of parties, ton of girls. Saved the world once or twice. Generally wild." He responded, and once again flashed her a smile. "Well that's not entirely true I suppose. I wish it was, but instead I spent half the holiday's sick with the flu. Which is why I barely left my room and didn't really speak to anybody. Really I'm glad to be back and away from my parents." The truth was lot less interesting.

"Oh of course I missed you Amelia. Clearly you didn't miss me though. There I am, dying and unable to write, and how many letters do I get? Not even one." Once again he was joking, though this time it was true, he hadn't received a single letter the whole holidays. Not that it bothered him that much, he hadn't wrote any letters to anyone either. Ambrose began to wonder what time it was and if the train would ever leave the station. He just wanted to be at Hogwarts again so he could go to bed, he didn't even care if that was lazy. "More importantly though, how was your summer?"

O.O.C. This is so short but i wanted to get something out there. sorry guys
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[San_Katt]

Through sadness you have taught us to be one with the crowd
Unveil the sacred order, hymns of falling down
You told the greatest stories, of love and bleeding crowns
But to the sick and hungry, you cannot be found

"Slytherins do it with snakes and chains..."

After a while of being alone, Viktoria heard the compartment door slide open and she saw a wild haired teen, obviously female and around her own age. Viktoria knew immediately whom the girl was; she was none other than the Metamorphmagus, seventh year out of Ravenclaw, Megan Crawford, but to make it worse, she was a mudblood. ‘Why is that filth choosing to sit with me?’ Viktoria questioned herself mentally as she watched Megan enter the compartment further and take a seat. However, instead of completely blowing up in the girl’s face, as she normally would have, Viktoria decided to play it cool, see if she could torture the Ravenclaw for a little while, or possibly play the girl into a trap before snapping on her. Either way, Viktoria said nothing to the girl, simply stretched her arms with a yawn before returning them to rest behind her head, still watching Megan, though through half lidded eyes.

As Megan enlarged a small box shaped object into a book, which happened to be The Rise and fall of the Dark Arts, which just happened to be Viktoria’s favorite book, not that she would ever admit that she, a Slytherin, ever actually read, much less for fun. Megan then said something about Viktoria propping her legs up, and if her parents ever taught her not to do so. This brought a chuckled to Viktoria’s lips, looking Megan up and down for a moment before replying. “Oh, I am sure someone did, whether that someone was one of my parents is beyond my knowledge; however, I inform you that even if they did teach me, I have likely forgotten the lesson by now. However, you are welcome to try and reteach it, though I doubt I would ever listen to someone like you,” she said with a smirk, looking at Megan with playfully narrowed eyes.
OOC:: Sorry for the late reply, will try to be quicker with my replies from now on.
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No time for allegory, one true reigning sound
Unite the lonely mourning, a simple servant now
We are the only glory, hear us screaming loud

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Megan flipped through the pages quick, like any avid reader would. She knew most of the words to the book from constantly reading it. The topic was incredibly fascinating to her and she always seemed to find something new. She wondered if it was an act of magic or if she had just skimmed that part before. She twirled her now turquoise hair. Most students would recognize her for her wild hair, but Megan's favorite seemed to be the turquoise.

The Ravenclaw set down the book for a moment. She took a mirror from her inner pocket and checked her makeup. After inspecting herself, she grabbed a lipstick from the same pocket and began to color in her lips. This was another thing Megan was recognized for, other than her attitude; her choice of lipstick. It usually was a fiery red - which matched her personality - regardless of her hair color.

The witch put the things back where they once were and continued to read. A chuckle. It wasn't long after that Viktoria answered. All she could hear was the closeminded blood-purity "crap", as Megan would say, that seemed to infest the minds of plenty-a pureblooded wizards. Shockingly, not many wizards learned from the "great" Potter's time and how blood discrimination really didn't get you anywhere. The witch wasn't really surprised, it always seemed to be the same thing with most Slytherins. She didn't bother to set the book down for the time being, covering most of her face with it. "I've read a plethora of books on dog training, I'm sure there's not much of a difference." Megan finally put the book down so the girl could listen clearly to what she had to say next. Megan revealed a smirk gracing her face as she stared into Viktoria's emerald eyes. "Though they say mutts are smarter and easier to address. That could be your problem." After crossing her legs, she set the book on her lap. The conversation proved to be more interesting than a constantly read history book.

"Viktoria Hildegard , correct?" She inspected the girl closely. "You seem to live up to your reputation."
Her expectations of Viktoria were surpassed. She thought this girl was the least annoying, but truly established that she was actually entertaining. This, of course, didn't seem to be Viktoria's intention, but the metamorphagi could never turn down a good argument. Megan would usually hate being surrounded by inflexibility, but this Slytherin had a sharp tongue. She seemed educated; Megan hoped not to be disappointed by the impression Viktoria had given so far as they continued to speak, that is, if they continued to talk to one another.


Ooc: So...I changed the layout. This seems more fitting. C':

[San_Katt]

Through sadness you have taught us to be one with the crowd
Unveil the sacred order, hymns of falling down
You told the greatest stories, of love and bleeding crowns
But to the sick and hungry, you cannot be found

"Slytherins do it with snakes and chains..."

Viktoria, being the ever-prepared Slytherin, unlike most of her housemates, pulled a book out of her own bag, Quidditch through the Ages was its name, and as a true lazy person would, Viktoria skipped to one of her favorite sections, which she had dog-eared on an earlier date so she would know where to come back to. Flipping open the book, revealed text-markings completely filling the margins of the pages, a mix between comical comments and factual statements, much like something a Ravenclaw would do. However, there was a single name written in perfect scroll at the top of each page that seemed out of place among the text-markings; it was the name Alwin Adler Hildegard, the name of her deceased older brother. The section was on famous beaters through the ages, and since both Alwin and Viktoria wanted to be beaters on professional teams one day, Viktoria found it only fitting that her copy have his name written in it as a famous beater. This was because even though he never played an actual game of Quidditch in his lifetime, Viktoria knew Alwin would have been great.

As Megan began to speak, Viktoria turned her head towards the other girl, looking at her with faked anger, when she compared Viktoria to a dog, for really, it came as no surprise, most people did it behind her back, and at least this one had the guts to do it to her face. However, whether that was to their advantage or not was a whole other story in itself. Viktoria then began to chuckle uncontrollably at Megan’s comment about mutts, instead of taking it offensively as most people would have. “You crack me up, you really do. However, I must say, comparing the world to dogs says something about your inner psyche, does it not?” Viktoria questioned as she calmed herself, her question as serious as could be.

Once she was finally calmed down, Viktoria swung her legs off the bench and turned to face her newfound opponent, for that is what Megan had become to her, an opponent. She was no longer a victim, for instead of letting Viktoria push her to tears or her knees, Megan actually fought back, a trait that Viktoria actually admired in people, and it was part of the reason she liked small children. They usually never gave in without a fight, but for some reason a large majority of people lost that fighting drive as they got older and society began to mold them. However, it was obvious that Megan had not, which would prove for a very eventful train ride indeed, especially if the Ravenclaw continued with the very amusing and witty banter.

When Megan commented on Viktoria’s reputation, the Slytherin could not help herself; she tipped her top hat at the other girl, a smirk adorning her face. “Why thank you Megan Crawford. I would hate to ruin such a wonderfully horrid thing such as that. I would also hate to disappoint, but you know, most Slytherins are known for disappointing anyway are we not?” she questioned as she tilted her head playfully to the side, having too much fun than she should have, considering that the female that she was talking to was Muggle born. However, unbeknownst to most, Viktoria was not as up on the pureblood mania as everyone else, especially if she found a half-blood or a Muggle born that she liked, one that challenged her, one like Megan. Her lack of pureblood mania also stretched to her love of small children, for she, unknown to her family, often spent time in the Muggle world playing with young Muggle children, or volunteering at a Muggle hospital in the children’s ward. It was these things that got her through her summers, for she had very few friends, and with her brothers and parents rarely around, she was left to her own devices. Thus, she spent her time away from the manor, with children, just playing, reliving her childhood with Alwin, except without the pain of a bludger or a bat hitting her.
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Silence the crooked holy, unchain the tied and bound
No time for allegory, one true reigning sound
Unite the lonely mourning, a simple servant now
We are the only glory, hear us screaming loud

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Was it always this hard to find a compartment? William didn’t remember ever looking around this long for a space. Perhaps there was a surplus of first years this year? There seemed to be quite a few, now that he thought about it... Or was he mistaking second years for first years again? All last year he couldn’t tell the difference, which he assumed was the result of him being so much older than them.

His thoughts were soon interrupted by a tap on the shoulder. He couldn’t help but jump a little bit at this. Most the time people would call his name, or just pop up next to him and start talking, but he hadn’t been tapped on the shoulder much anymore. Turning around (and looking down), he saw that it was Molly Weasley. He had seen her around before, and it was hard not to notice the Weasleys, with their bright red hair. “Yeah, that’s right,” he smiled at her. “You’re Molly Weasley, correct?”

William couldn’t help but laugh a little when the girl asked about his Quidditch position. He didn’t mean to be rude, he just found it funny that she was so... wrong. “Chaser, actually,” he answered. “That’s okay though, there are too many Chasers. We’re easily forgettable.” They did take up almost half of the Quidditch team after all.

Oh yeah, a compartment! That’s what he’d been looking for. He didn’t mind sitting with prefects, either. He had gotten in some trouble with them before, but they were just doing what they were told to do. “Yeah, a place to sit would be great!” To the comment about magic, he just shrugged, “I’m seventeen anyway, so me using magic isn’t a problem.” It was really nice being seventeen in that aspect.

Molly was soon distracted by some kids using magic to blow a girl’s skirt up. That was rude of them. The girl’s prefect badge, however, made them scared enough that they left the girl alone. Even when the Weasley turned back to him, she was distracted. Perhaps he should just leave her to patrol the train. “Should I just show myself to the prefect compartments? You seem busy.” After six years there, he knew exactly where they were.




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[Psychopathic Zombie Panda]

Molly Weasley II

Molly smiled when she got his name right, quite happy her scrambled brain had cleared up for a moment. That's when he laughed, and she knew she got the Quidditch thing wrong, well at least the position. She inhaled with understanding and nodding. "I don't know how anyone can forget people. I remember faces, but other details." She raised her hand and titled it slightly, like mentioning a so-so hand gesture. She listened to him and nodded and laughed softly. "Sorry I keep forgetting I seem to be more forgetful than everyone else. And yes, the life of a prefect on the train can be horrible, though after the fest with giggling kids, not fun either. But please, do come say Hi after we've started moving!" She smiled brightly and put a hand on his shoulder before waving and walking past him, going to some first years and got them to calm down, one was already crying for their mother. She couldn't help but rub their back and offer them a chocolate frog, her maternal instincts bursting through. She rubbed the kids hair and walked from them onto helping another group.

Molly moved from several people until she was near the front of the train. She took a deep breath to calm herself and grabbed a hairband and pulled her hair back into a neat bun, keeping her bangs down. She finished her hair and smiled, tucking her white button up shirt into her black pleated skirt, looking more organized. She had the Gryffindor tie tied very loosely around her neck so lit resemble more of a necklace than an actual tie. She always felt strangled when she had it tight. Molly adjust her prefect badge and turned around, inspecting the students to see if she could find anyone behaving badly. The short Weasley moved through the students. Molly's father and mother were tall, but she again got her height from her grandmother. Molly easily blended in with the younger students because she didn't tower over them. Molly yawned slightly and raised her hand to cover her mouth as she stopped in the middle of a crowd, now realizing she had only had four hours of sleep.


[OOC; Changed her color because it seemed like she was a Slytherin to me]

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Whether the word was ‘carps, curs, or cars’, Lorcan had no interest in the matter. He almost felt sorry for muggles. They had to transport themselves using 4,000 pounds of steal and various other materials that were harmful to the environment. Not that Lorcan thought of himself as an environmentalist; he could not stand nature, but it gave him an excuse to criticize the muggles and their behavior. Nina and Lysander seemed to be interested in the topic of muggles. Lorcan was growing tired of the conversation. He had tried to engage in it so he would not be rude to Nina, but he reached a point where he could not stand it anymore. Excusing himself from the compartment, Lorcan decided he would scout the area for unruly behavior and abuse his power as Head Boy for his own amusement. He quickly changed into his uniform and badge, before setting out.

Lorcan was not surprised when he was made Head Boy. He was a model student. He never got in to trouble – well, never gotten caught at least. He always did very well in all his classes, with the exception of a few subjects such as Care of Magical Creatures or Divination. Lorcan stayed away from making enemies; he never knew when he would need someone’s help so he beared that in mind when he talked to people and interacted with them. He was sure some people did not like him, which was fine by him because he could not stand most people. He preferred not to become too close to anyone, even the few people he actually considered his friends. It was nothing personal, he was just protecting himself. Because of his stern and reclusive nature, some people were too reluctant to willingly talk to him. Lorcan, unlike his brother, enjoyed being left alone. It provided more time for him to focus on himself.

As he walked through the train, he was approached several times by people asking him for help. The problem with the boarding of the train is that it took quite a while for everyone to settle down. It was chaos: little boys terrorizing little girls, lost pets, no compartments, pranks, arguments, and so much more. It was exhausting. Lorcan loved to dictate though, telling people what to do and how to do it was his favorite pastime. Control was everything to him.

“Come on everyone, find a spot. It isn’t that hard.” ordered Lorcan as he tried to manage the crowds.

A little first year boy who looked desperately lost sought help from him, “Sir-I can’t find my sister. She’s a third year, and she has long black hair, and she’s tall, and she…” The first year went on and on about his sister, describing everything about her. Lorcan narrowed his eyes at the little brat. This was the part of the job he did not care too much for. What did he look like, lost and found? Still, Lorcan was committed to being Head Boy so he knew he would have to help the boy out. “Listen kid, come with me.” said Lorcan, he did not bother to conceal his annoyance. He grabbed the kid’s arm and dragged him through the crowds. To be honest, he was not sure how he was going to find this first year’s sister. He might have to store the boy with another prefect and wait for the crowd to settle down before attempting to look for the boy’s sister.

Luckily, it did not have to come to all that trouble as the boy’s sister approached them and claimed her brother. “Problem solved.” thought Lorcan as the sister took her brother. “Hell, she can have my brother too.” Lorcan smiled to himself as he envisioned his own brother getting lost, perhaps in the woods and running into something terrible like an enraged troll. Lorcan had his moments of pretty morbid and slightly disturbing daydreams. Although, he considered it fairly normal, especially compared to his family members. They were the real psychos.

Feeling a little bored, Lorcan started his way down the train towards a crowd of people. Some areas of the train were more congested as people clogged up the isle for one reason or another. Lorcan examined the crowd to see what was going on. It was nothing exciting, just standard, every day issues; a few people were climbing into a compartment and it was holding up the crowd. Although, it did not help that one girl felt the need to stop in the middle of the crowd. Lorcan roughly pushed his way past people so he could confront the girl. “Excuse me, what-oh!” Lorcan stopped himself as he realized who the girl was. “Molly, I did not recognize you at first.” His tone quickly changed from stern and hostile to relaxed and charming. “I was about to give you a detention.” joked Lorcan. He and Lysander had been familiar with Molly. They saw a lot of each other when their families threw gatherings together. The Lovegoods and the Weasleys were no strangers towards each other.

“Come Molly, let’s have a little chat.” said Lorcan as he took Molly’s hand and led her out of the crowd. She was such a small girl, especially compared to him. He led her towards the prefect area. There was a lot less commotion in that part of the train. Lorcan slowed his pace so Molly could walk next to him. “How is everything? I’ve been meaning to write to you and the family but I’ve been so busy. I had to keep Lysander in line. You know how he can be.” Lorcan smiled over at her before turning his gaze back to the isle ahead of him. ““Although, I’m sure your summer was especially grand. Tell me everything.” He stopped when they reached the end of the train and let go of her hand. He was ready to listen to her as he leaned his shoulder against the wall.

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[Psychopathic Zombie Panda]

Molly Weasley II

Molly closed her eyes for a brief moment, her mind relaxing as the noise drowned around her until people were pushed away from behind her and a familiar voice was in front of her. She opened her bright eyes to look up at one of the Scamander twins. She looked at what he was wearing but didn't have to guess who it was when he said his next sentence, It was obviously Lorcan, considering Lysander was on the quidditch team and Lorcan was the more serious one of his family, a fellow black sheep. She looked at him and laughed at the detention thing. "Yea, sorry im quite tired." She yawned again and used her free hand to rub her eyes. That was until her quickly decided to take her hand and pulled her from the crowd. It wasn't hard to move her, considering she was light and short. She was relieved when he slowed his pace so she could easily walk next to him without having to fear that she would trip. "Its been quite the same, father busy at the ministry, mother busy with Lucy. So its just been me and Merlin, but I had a lot of time to think. It was peaceful." She smiled and looked at him, shrugging. "Don't worry about the writing. I had to keep my whole family in line. its pure chaos sometimes." She sighed and crossed her arms behind her back after he let go of her hand.

Molly thought back to her Summer and laughed. "A lot of quidittich, that's all I can remember about it besides chasing Merlin out of gnome gardens. That kitten is so bothersome some times. I don't even see the appeal in quidditch, either. But its time with the family, and I do love them." She tilted her head and furrowed her eyebrows and looked behind her. "Speaking of family, its quite odd not to see Lysander with you, but im kind of glad. Don't tell him that though. i think Father would have my head for being rude." Molly laughed, not ashamed of preferring the twin that was similar to her over the nonsensical one. The three were in opposing houses, but to Molly it was all just colors. She did have a crush on a Slytherin. Molly bit her lip and looked at Lorcan. "Curious... have you seen Griffin Huxely yet? i figured I should ask you since you are in the same year and house as him." Molly didn't care if a friend like Lorcan knew about her crush, though he'd probably think she was off her rocker. Griffin was completely different from Molly, but she supposed thats why she liked him. Molly turned her head back to the crowd, hopping to catch a glimpse.

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