Marian Bennett
Gryffindor
5th Year Student
Forgive and Forget
Posts: 14
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Post by Marian Bennett on Nov 2, 2007 5:53:27 GMT -5
It was September 1st and students were gathering at Platform Nine and Three Quarters to ride the Hogwarts Express to school. Marian Bennet, a small framed girl about to start her fifth year at Hogwarts, was among the early arrivers. For the first time in all Meri’s years of riding the Hogwarts Express it was pouring rain before its departure. The question of if it was a bad omen crossed Meri’s mind before she pushed it back out of her thoughts: she wasn’t the type of person to believe in superstitions or off the wall theories.
Meri stepped onto the Hogwarts Express after saying her goodbyes to her family. The train wasn’t crawling with people yet, like it would be in ten minutes time, so Meri didn’t have to look long before finding an empty compartment. As she shut the door behind her she peeled off the wet jacket that was now uncomfortably clinging to her skin. Meri’s long brown hair was drenched and dripping, making Meri painfully aware of all the time she had wasted this morning obsessing over her hair. Sighing, Meri put her trunk away safely and made sure her cat, Callie, was fine inside her cat carrier before taking a seat.
Admittedly, Meri didn’t believe in bad luck superstitions but even she couldn’t disagree that this wasn’t the best start for a new school year.
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Post by Stevie Copeland on Nov 4, 2007 13:14:11 GMT -5
Stevie Copeland, pushing a stand of suitcases with a guitar case on top along, got to platform nine and ten. Nine and ten. Where's nine and three quarters? He thought about it for a minute. Nine, and ten. He walked up to a pillar, and touched it. Much to his surprise, his hand went right through it. So, he simply walked through, and emerged here.
"...Wooooah!" was all that came from the young boy's voice, who was now looking around, in awe, at platform nine and three quarters.
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Post by Ivar "Koppu" Quillon on Nov 4, 2007 13:47:42 GMT -5
Koppu walked into the platform, now wearing the correct attire. Strangely, he seemed to be in a more sane mood at this time, and got on the train without causing any fuss. He looked around and found a compartment. He knocked on the door, and asked "Excuse me, is anybody in there?"
The knocking echoed into Meri's compartment, as Koppu had accidentally not noticed her.
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Post by Arcturus MacDougal on Nov 4, 2007 13:55:37 GMT -5
Arcturus wandered happily back onto the Hogwarts Express. He just loved the old train. He was kind of looking forward to getting back to Hogwarts, but was mostly apathetic. He wanted a compartment with people already in it, because he enjoyed talking to people. He walked up to a fellow third year knocking on a compartment. "Can I come in too?" he asked politely.
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Marian Bennett
Gryffindor
5th Year Student
Forgive and Forget
Posts: 14
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Post by Marian Bennett on Nov 4, 2007 14:13:55 GMT -5
Meri’s thoughts went over the upcoming school year. Since she was starting her fifth year she could expect things to be hard. After all she would be taking her OWLs this year. Her thoughts were broken by another’s voice and a knock at the compartment’s door.
“Excuse me, is anyone in there?” The voice asked, a boy’s voice asked. It sounded oddly familiar, and Meri was sure it was one she had heard before. Another voice joined the first, asking if he could also come in.
Meri wondered if she was supposed to holler out for them to come in or actually open the door for them, as one would if someone came knocking at their home. What were the customary manners of train rides, anyways? After a split second of debating with herself, she stood and crossed the compartment, opening the door as an invitation, the option that seemed more polite and personal.
“Yes, you can come in,” Meri said, unsure of what else to reply with. One of the boys looked familiar, no doubt the boy who had first talked, and Meri tried to place his face. The other boy was one she didn’t know, but she recalled seeing his face more than once at Hogwarts.
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Post by Ivar "Koppu" Quillon on Nov 4, 2007 14:18:28 GMT -5
Koppu looked at her. "I remember you, from Diagon Alley! You bumped into me, and I was acting like a British gentleman!" he said as if it were nothing. He took a seat inside and smiled. "I'm Ivar Quillon, but everybody calls me Koppu. What are your names?" he said, now acknowledging the other boy.
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Post by Stevie Copeland on Nov 4, 2007 15:01:19 GMT -5
Stevie blinked as his things were tossed... Somewhere. All he kept with him were his prairie dog, which always was perched upon his shoulder, and his guitar. He assumed he was lucky because he got to keep the guitar, but hey. He wasn't going to cause a fuss. If someone told him to stop, he'd stop. Simple.
His parents had given him a great deal of money, they were richer than he thought. They probably gave him TOO much, but they worried a lot. Stevie quickly hopped up onto the train and opened the first compartment he saw, which had nobody in it. He jumped in, landing prone and quickly shifting to a sitting position, prairie dog jumping off and landing on the table itself. Stevie shifted to the middle, and started playing. He liked to play his guitar whenever he could. Sure, he wasn't the greatest, but he was good. And plus, with all of the people scurrying around, they were sure to not hear him. Maybe the people across from him, but that was just a maybe.
His prairie dog chimed in and started chirping along. The prairie dog could not be heard outside of the room, he was a quiet thing. Full of life, but quiet. Now, all Stevie wanted was maybe another first year to sit across from him. He'd feel strange if an older person sat across from him, he may just stop playing entirely. Oh well.
He looked out of the window. Nope, not moving. He wanted to go, just to see what sights there were to behold. There were probably some awesome sights, considering it was a university-like school. His parents had also explained to him that they would love for him to stay during the vacations when one could normally return home. At first, Stevie didn't really like this. But, when he heard there were no classes, he was all for it. Of course, he would have to return home eventually, but still. He would probably spend some time during the winter sitting on a bench and playing music...
He was still playing, now. He was daydreaming and playing at the same time. It was actually pretty weird, his hands moved like they had minds of their own. But, Stevie would likely continue daydreaming and playing until someone broke his concentration, which would take just a simple knock.
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Post by Keladry Lindenshield on Nov 5, 2007 18:51:51 GMT -5
((Love the hints about wanting someone (a fellow first year, as you said) to join you. Here goes!))
Kel had already been escorted through the barrier between Platform 9 3/4 by her parents, and was currently looking for a place to sit. She headed toward a compartment that had faint music coming out of it. Kel cocked her head a ways down the hall to listen. It sounded like a guitar, but the person playing it was obviously extremely good at it. Kel didn't fancy the idea of sitting with an older student; she would much rather sit with other first-years, or a second year, if it came to that. But since there really wasn't anywhere else to sit, she padded to the door and knocked, hoping the guitarist would be able to hear her over his playing.
Kel was still listening quite avidly to the lovely (if slightly muffled) sounds coming out of the train compartment. She thought she could hear a faint chirping noise that seemed to be keeping time with the music! Kel pondered over this. . .
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Post by Stevie Copeland on Nov 5, 2007 18:58:34 GMT -5
Stevie stopped, and blinked. Was he causing THAT much of a ruckus? Was he about to have his guitar taken away?
"Come in!" Either way, he would have his prairie dog. That was at least comforting. He simply resumed playing, hoping that this person wasn't a member of the train staff. Or an older person. He'd probably end up closing the door, sinking as far into the corner as he could, and just sit there, in the one position, for the whole train ride. That was DEFINITELY not Stevie-like. His ideal situation? A first year. At least they'd have their age in common, and maybe the same thoughts about Hogwarts. He turned to the door, to see who was coming in.
'Come on, first year, first yeear...'
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Post by Keladry Lindenshield on Nov 5, 2007 19:23:05 GMT -5
Keladry pushed the door open and poked her head in, expecting to see a fifth-year or older student, but when all she saw was a boy her age with a prairie dog perched on the tabletop in front of him. She was so astonished, she came all the way into the compartment and listened to his song. She moved her feet slightly when she felt her Kneazle, Tiria, nudging them, wanting to get in and scout the place out.
Tiria was very devoted to Kel, and wanted to make sure the compartment was safe for her human.
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Post by Stevie Copeland on Nov 5, 2007 19:31:50 GMT -5
"Yay, another first year! Hi!" Stevie beamed. This was exactly what he had wanted. Apparently, luck was on his side, today.
"My name's Stevie Copeland." He said to her, as he nodded, signaling that he'd like her to sit, with just a hint of a hopeful look. If she didn't sit with him, then either he'd be alone, or with an older person. That was definitely not an environment Stevie could thrive in.
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Post by Keladry Lindenshield on Nov 5, 2007 19:48:05 GMT -5
Kel, noticing his hopeful look, plopped herself down on the seat across from Stevie. "My name's Keladry Lindenshield, but all my friends call me Kel." Kel told her eager classmate with grin. She hoped he took the hint about how 'friends' called her Kel.
Kel was about to ask him to play another song when she remembered her abandoned bag, sitting on the floor outside the door where she had dropped it as she listened to his wonderful playing. She jumped up and grabbed it, then tossed it onto the seat next to where she had sat down. "If you don't mind, I'll just settle myself in." Kel told Stevie with another smile.
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Post by Stevie Copeland on Nov 5, 2007 20:03:51 GMT -5
"Okay." He wasn't sure whether he'd be considered a friend of hers or not, so he simply left it at that. He shook his head, and let Kel in, smiling himself.
"So glad another first year sat here..." He had a look of relief on his face. He really was extremely glad another first year sat with him, and who could blame him? He would definitely be uncomfortable with an older person sitting with him, just because of the age difference. He would pretty much be afraid to speak up, and he'd just sink back into the corner for the whole ride. Now, he'd feel comfortable. This was definitely a good thing, as Stevie gets slightly jittery when he's uncomfortable.
Stevie picked up his guitar, and was about to play it before looking up to Kel.
"Do you mind?"
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Post by Keladry Lindenshield on Nov 8, 2007 16:56:17 GMT -5
"Not at all! You play really good." Kel told him, smiling. She began the process of 'settling in'. She kicked off her shoes, pulled a pillow and fleece blanket out of her bag and took off the sweater her mom had made her wear, first liberating her wand from the small pocket in the sleeve, tucking it behind her ear. Then she set up a nest on the seat, with her bag on the table beside her. Kel rummaged in her bag, pulling random things out, then throwing them back in. Finally, she pulled out a leather-bound journal and started doodling with a pencil she produced from an inner pocket of the Muggle jeans she was wearing.
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Post by Stevie Copeland on Nov 8, 2007 17:04:50 GMT -5
"Thanks!" Stevie grinned to himself, and started playing. It was a rather catchy tune, and a happy one at that. Stevie liked this song the best, actually. He loved this song. If he could, he'd play it all day, but then it would lose its touch. It wasn't overly complicated, and had a catchy riff before going into a nice chorus that.
And, of course, his prairie dog started chirping along, bouncing around on Stevie's side of the table. The chirping went right along with the song, and made it all the more happy, especially with him scampering all around the table.
The best part about this song? It's long, simple to Stevie, and it's one that could brighten days. So, Stevie could talk while playing it. He had developed that when he was talking to his friends back home.
"Like it?" He asked, looking up, and still playing. Hooray for multitasking.
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