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 Posted: Mon Jun 06, 2011 3:42 pm
 XXXXXX♚－－－（ GRYFFINDORxSLYTHERIN : ; ）
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Posted: Mon Jun 06, 2011 4:51 pm
 ⓓ ⓔ ⓥ ⓘ ⓚ ⓐ ★ ⓐ ⓢ ⓗ ⓕ ⓔ ⓛ ⓛ It was morning. The sun was shining and the birds were chirping. There was hardly a cloud in the sky and everything seemed perfect. Maybe a little too perfect. The weather was always perfect on the day that the Hogwarts students left on the train. No one knew why. Not any of the Ravenclaws, not any of the Gryffindors or Hufflepuffs (duh~), but the Slytherins had a pretty good idea of why. Because, to themselves, they were better than all the other houses combined. Almost everyone in Slytherin liked to bully, taunt, and tease. Almost.
A young girl stood on the steps of the London train station, watching her older brother drive off into the distance. Her hair was a light blackish color, with touches of bleach blond, almost gray over black if you will. She had huge green eyes that stared at everything around her with interest and curiosity. That girl's name was a Miss Devika Ashfell, fourteen, skinny, a bit tall. Or Dev, as her friends at school called her. Yes, she was in Slytherin. Her brother had been in Slytherin, and her mother before him. Her mother was a pure blood but their father a Muggle. So that made her a half-blood. There were few half-blood Slytherins, but enough that she wasn't teased too much about it. Having Muggle blood was a sign of weakness, so it seemed.
Dev picked up her suitcase, a scarlet color, her favorite. It didn't look big, but it was magically enchanted, obviously. In her left hand she carried a small silver cage containing a sleeping Quill, her owl. He was fairly small, but was reliable with carrying letters through harsh weathers, as she'd learned. He was black with a white head and legs. She'd never really bothered to find out which owl species he was.
As she entered the train station, Devika began to spot some people out of the crowd that she recognized. Some of her friends, some from other houses. It was all a mix. She shivered. They should really have an entirely seperate train for Slytherin. They were good enough for that. It seemed like forever, but finally she reached the wall between Platforms 9 and 10. Almost to her stop. She trudged over and, looking around to make sure no Muggle was watching, disappeared.
She never really got why it was Platform 9 3/4. Why not Platform 9 1/2? Did 3/4 just sound better? Or were there actually four hidden platforms within the wall, and she, among many others, only had access to one of those four?
The train gave a familiar toot-toot as it sported its fancy red banner: Hogwarts Express. She smiled and stared at it for a few seconds until she realized what it was toot-tooting about. She glanced at the clock above her. What? Ten minutes to departure time already? Devika hurriedly grabbed her stuff and jumped onto the train.
She roamed around in the corridor. All the Slytherin compartments were full, at least, the ones she had seen. She finally managed to find an empty one in one of the last cars. Ugh, Gryffindor section. But what did it matter, right? She had friends that were going to join her, friends she could count on being late. Her best buds Jessica and Spider. Yeah, yeah, his name wasn't really Spider. It was Benjamin, but everyone called him that because of his profound obsession with the creatures.
Devika placed her suitcase on a shelf above the seats, and sat down, Quill still asleep in his cage beside her. She stretched out a bit, her head leaning against the window. She stared at people coming and going. She still hadn't spotted either of her best friends. Shortly afterwards, the train toot-tooted again and made a large hissing sound that usually meant it was about to leave. The young woman wrinkled her nose. Where were they? They hadn't forgotten her, had they? Or did they miss the train? That was a disturbing thought.
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Posted: Tue Jun 07, 2011 1:29 pm
Thom Wolfe A young boy of fourteen stepped off the bus just outside the train station. As it drove away, he checked his watch. It was nearly time to leave! Fastening his enchanted duffel bag tighter to his back, he took the front steps at a run. Many a shout of surprise or indignation followed him as he sprinted from platform to platform. At the wall between platforms nine and ten, the boy skidded to a halt.
On the other side of the wall, the boy, Thomas by name, Thom to his friends, beheld the giant train. Steam rose from the front, and the platform was nearly empty. The last of the students were boarding the train, and Thom rushed to catch up. With a sigh, he started down the aisle, searching for a compartment with a free seat. Near the back of the train, he found himself in luck.
Looking through the glass door of the compartment, Thom noticed a girl, probably of the same year, but of the Slytherin house. He knocked and opened the door slightly. "Terribly sorry, but all of the other compartments seem to be full. Would you mind if I took a seat here?" he inquired of the girl, hoping he wouldn't have to crowd in with a bunch of others in the cramped spaces.
"When people drive me crazy, it's generally a short trip."
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Posted: Tue Jun 07, 2011 6:28 pm
ⓓ ⓔ ⓥ ⓘ ⓚ ⓐ ★ ⓐ ⓢ ⓗ ⓕ ⓔ ⓛ ⓛ Several minutes passed. No one. Dev sighed. They must have forgotten. She did send that owl awhile ago. She pressed her face to the glass and scrunched up her nose at the passing fields of grass. She took her nose from the window as a boy entered the compartment. She looked away, a bit embarassed. Devika nodded when he asked if he could stay in the compartment. She needed company. Even if he was a Gryffindor. She wasn't that mean. He was probably a nice guy. Oh, look her own age.
"I'm Devika, call me Dev," she said, introducing herself briefly. "You?"
Before he answered, the young Slytherin did a full scan of him. Brownish hair. Green eyes. A bit small, but definently her own age. A duffel bag. Slightly dirty. Hmm... yes, a Gryffindor. He looked a bit like a Muggle-born. She didn't know why, but he had that air around him. Perhaps she was wrong. Devika glanced out the window again as it started to rain. Hmm. Another thing she might be wrong about, the weather theory surrounding the Hogwarts Train.
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Posted: Tue Jun 07, 2011 6:52 pm
Thom WolfeThom heard the question, but stayed silent for a moment as he studied the girl. "Nice to meet you, Dev. My parents named me Thomas, but I prefer Thom," he said as he stored his back on the luggage rack, wincing at it when a plaintive 'mew' sounded from the inside. Thom unzipped a corner of the bag, shoving his arm inside. He pulled it out with a kitten cupped in his palm. "Stupid Jericho... You were supposed to stay at home. How long were you in there? Ah well, nothing to help it now."
Thom resumed his seat, dumping the small black kit on his lap. After looking over the small space for himself, Jericho closed his bright green eyes to nap on Thom's knee. The boy frowned down at his kit, genuinely wishing it had followed his wish for once and stayed home.
"When people drive me crazy, it's generally a short trip."
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