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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 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 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 Stevie Copeland on Nov 4, 2007 13:31:35 GMT -5
Stevie shrugged, and sighed, turning a quick glance to Aesir. "You're right." He turned back to Marian. "Oh, before I forget, what's your name? Mine's Stevie Copeland." He did think it was a change of topics, and a strange one at that, but meh. It would be best to say names and get it over with, so that they might see eachother in the future and know each others names. After this, he thought, he better get shopping. He should, at least, be home in time for dinner. And with all of these shops, he may just have to hurry. Oh well. He could always say that he needed help with what he needed. Which was true.
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Post by Stevie Copeland on Nov 4, 2007 12:44:30 GMT -5
"...Erm... Everything for a first year at Hogwarts?" He really DID need everything, and he meant EVERYTHING. But, he didn't know what exactly everything was. Maybe these people might know. How awesome would that be!
"Do you think I'll need all four of these?" He motioned towards his suitcases. He hoped he wouldn't, how would he be able to carry all of those and a guitar, including his clothes and other things? He thought it would be downright impossible. He could always hope...
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Post by Stevie Copeland on Nov 4, 2007 10:48:33 GMT -5
Stevie tilted his head slightly, catching the dark look.
"What'd I do?" Was his question. He soon dropped it, and continued to stare at the fifty-and-a-half stores. Who would NEED all of these things? How would someone be able to CARRY all of these things? Certainly not him, stupid four suitcases. He'd need someone, no, maybe two people, to help him. How was he going to get all of his shopping done? Unless these people helped him, it would be downright impossible for him, especially with how many people were scurrying about in the streets.
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Post by Stevie Copeland on Nov 4, 2007 8:11:45 GMT -5
"That's the problem." Stevie turned to the man, now floating on his broom. He thought that was definitely cool, he would HAVE to learn how to do that.
"I don't know what I have to get." Stevie said with a slight sigh. Maybe this guy would know what he had to get. Wouldn't THAT be one awesome coincidence.
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Post by Stevie Copeland on Nov 3, 2007 15:28:31 GMT -5
Stevie blinked at the girl, who asked him a question.
"Oh." He hopped off of his two suitcases, accidentally spilling the other two onto the ground. Stevie didn't notice or care. All he really noticed was how much older she was than him.
"I have to lug four cases, and I don't even know what I have to get!" He didn't even elaborate on where he was going and what he needed to GO there, he figured she might know he was going to Hogwarts. And plus, his young age must mean that he would be in his first year, which he was.
"Now, I'm just resting, and thinking what I might need to get." He looked around the shops, blinking as he did so, and mumbled something under his breath. The only thing audible would be 'guitar', but everything else was inaudible.
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Post by Stevie Copeland on Nov 2, 2007 18:30:45 GMT -5
Stevie Copeland walked along the crowded streets, not really noticing anybody. He was really noticing all of the shops. He had a couple of cases with him, just in case he bought a lot. He wasn't aware of HOW he could carry all of these, filled with things. Maybe he'd get lucky. Ah well.
There were a lot of shops. Too many, if you asked Stevie. He thought that there were many unnecessary ones, but he was just entering the school.
He looked flustered. How many shops were there? Fifty and a half? It wouldn't surprise him. He sighed, and walked along, lugging his cases along behind him. How strange he must look. He wondered if anyone was snickering at him behind his back. For all he knew, they were. He didn't even know who THEY were! BUt, of course, his mother had to worry and give him PLENTY of cases. He didn't need PLENTY of cases, he needed to be able to WALK.
Normally, he would explore these shops, inside out. He couldn't, now. All he could do was buy whatever he needed and then he wanted to just get out of there. Luckily, he had enough money. That was always a help.
His arms were starting to tire, he lugged two large suitcases in each hand, and he frequently had to move around for people. Why couldn't THEY just move? He looked around and spotted an empty corner, away from the bustling of people. His parents didn't expect him back at any particular time, so maybe he should just rest here a bit. Flinging his cases on top of one another, Stevie hopped up on them and sat, looking around at his surroundings. People everywhere, constantly moving. Too many shops to count... This place was too big for Stevie. Or was it too small, with all of the people crowding through the way? Stevie didn't know. So, he sat there, on his cases, and rested his head on his palm, simply looking around.
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Post by Stevie Copeland on Jan 11, 2008 17:12:21 GMT -5
"I got one." Stevie said, nodding.
"One of those "History of Hogwarts" books. A page was ripped out." He added, frowning. He would probably try to buy a copy. Next year, if anything.
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Post by Stevie Copeland on Jan 6, 2008 20:07:36 GMT -5
Stevie shook his head rapidly.
"None. No strange things here. Not at all. I'm normal." He said, quickly. He was lying, of course, but he would never tell anyone about the book. How could he? This person entrusted Stevie with it, so why would he go off, telling the secrets that lie within, most of which he has not even begun to delve into yet?
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Post by Stevie Copeland on Jan 5, 2008 19:49:10 GMT -5
"Who do you think she could be sending a letter to?" Stevie asked, curious definitely held. He couldn't help but speculate on things.
There could be a secret family. Secret boyfriend. She could be really something spectacular like an auror or some high rank in the wizarding world. Or, she could be something horrible. Like a death eater. Though, Stevie really doubted that. There was no possible way she could be one of those. He thought she may just have some family she was sending a letter to, and didn't want to get students talking, so she went at night, and was just a little surprised at Neoma being there. Neoma IS in her house, anyway...
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Post by Stevie Copeland on Jan 4, 2008 22:37:33 GMT -5
Stevie's eyes widened. He quickly nodded. He flipped it over and wrote, in small print,
'Was she mad or a bit rushed or anything like that?'
Daviv, still being his normal self, was still reading his book in his chair, unaware of everything.
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Post by Stevie Copeland on Jan 4, 2008 15:25:39 GMT -5
"Why?" Stevie asked. It wasn't the Slytherin type curious, one that is intended to start rumors or told to a teacher. It wasn't even one type of curiosity that was to be shared in whispers and giggles in the circle of one's friends. This was the Stevie kind of curious, where he wanted to know just for the sake of knowing. And plus, something was obviously troubling his friend, and he wanted to at least try to make it somewhat better.
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Post by Stevie Copeland on Jan 2, 2008 18:31:29 GMT -5
Stevie blinked at her response.
"Wait... What?" He couldn't tell why she said 'No, thank you'. All he said was 'Hey, Neoma'... Maybe she was lying about something? Hiding something? Now, this caught Stevie's curiosity. What was she so worked up about?
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