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Post by Jennie on Oct 1, 2010 19:02:26 GMT -5
OOC: Yup, we'll time jump to the end of the train ride, I'll have everyone do that when they're ready. So maybe Aspen and/or Grayson will post, and then I'll bring Scorpius back in?
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Post by darkangel480 on Oct 1, 2010 23:03:00 GMT -5
ooc: I"m posting ^-^ sorry work has had me very busy lately. Schools been hard, three tests failed two of them, make up work, and two papers due this coming wensday, and two projects, so yes. Sorry it's taken so long. IC: Aspen laughed, their wasn't much else for her to do. So they'd been messing around and covering up her own tracks, wasn't that kind of them? Yes..yes it was. She grinned. "I don't have to try that hard to get into trouble, besides he's a teacher he should know better then to get involved with a student" she said shrugging her shoulder. "I can look but not touch, I know the rules" she joked back. Sliding her fingers through her hair with a grin.
She watched Scorpius leave and said her goodbyes, like the good girl she was. Aspen smirked watching Albus. "We could always wonder the train, but it might not be the best idea considering I"m sure we aren't the only ones itching to get out of our seats and cause some mayham" she said with a look, that said she was actually contemplating doing this. It would make things interesting.
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Post by Scorpius Malfoy on Oct 2, 2010 9:25:39 GMT -5
OOC// Don't worry about it, all of us have school or college or work or a combination of those holding us up...it sucks but it's understandable. Yesterday I got home from school and went straight to bed so I couldn't post until late that night =/
IC:
Hours later, Scorpius was finally done with his Prefect duties. He had gotten the short end of the stick because he had been late to the meeting, which sucked, but it was still his own fault. He had gotten stuck patrolling the corridors for what felt like the entire day, and nothing interesting really happened. He told a few people to stop hanging out in the aisles and to go back to their compartment, but that had basically been it. Now, he was on his way back to his own compartment with Aspen, Albus, and Grayson; he couldn't wait to sit down and relax after being on his feet for so long.
He reached their compartment, slid open the door and slipped inside, then slammed the door shut again. He slumped into the nearest seat and sighed. "Hey, I'm back, finally. I can't believe how long that took," he muttered. "Shouldn't be much longer now, I hope...it's getting dark, I think we're almost there," he told them, relaxing a bit.
That would be the last time he was late for a Prefect's meeting, Scorpius was sure. He had wasted almost his entire train ride doing Prefect duties. He couldn't help but be slightly pissed at himself, mostly because he could've easily avoided being late. At least they were almost back to the castle; he unfortunately had missed the snack trolley, and hadn't eaten since that morning. He was starving.
"So, what have you guys been up to while I've been gone?" he asked, making conversation.
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Post by Albus Potter on Oct 2, 2010 13:54:29 GMT -5
(OOC: This is assuming that the trolley lady did come and we can feed poor Scorpius. xD)
"Exploding Snap it is, then, since I don't think we want be caught out there with all the younger years who are most likely getting into trouble." Albus told his fellow Slytherin. After a few hours of playing Exploding Snap and healing themselves, as well as buying a few Pumpkin Pasties and Chocolate Frogs, the youngest male Potter looked up from his newest Famous Wizards and Witches Card: his dad's. He had quite a few of them now...
Scorpius had walked into the compartment looking rather tired, Albus noted. "We should be almost there...You were patrolling almost the entire trip, from the looks of it. There's a smear on your left sleeve, mate, did you know? Better clean that up, seeing as those are your school robes." He was, of course, wearing his own school robes by now. He picked up a stray box of a Chocolate Frog. "Here, have one. You look like you really need it. Or would you prefer a Pumpkin Pasty?" He referred to the pile of the three remaining pasties.
"We haven't been doing much since you were away; though you can't really see it, we were playing Exploding Snap. I'm never going to play that messy, painful game ever again." He stated vehemently, rolling his eyes as he caught sight of a scorch mark that they had missed cleaning up.
"Find anything interesting when you were on patrol?"
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Post by Scorpius Malfoy on Oct 2, 2010 14:49:31 GMT -5
Scorpius glanced down at his left sleeve, eyeing the smear that Albus had pointed out. He thought he'd been able to avoid the first year who spilled his pumpkin juice by him in the aisle, but apparently he had been wrong. He rolled his eyes. "Great," he mumbled, taking out his wand and charming the stain away. "Thanks for telling me Al, I bet Lestrange would kill me if he saw a Prefect running around with a stain on his robes. Not that he really looks at Prefects, or any other students, or anywhere else besides the three people that actually put up with him..." he ranted on, not sounding very happy.
He sighed and accepted the chocolate from from Albus. "Sorry guys, I'm just in a bad mood...I can't believe I had to do that almost the entire day," he told them apologetically, trying to relax a bit.
He chucked at Albus' Exploding Snap comment; it was a fun game, he would admit, but Albus was right; sometimes it hurt, and maybe it wasn't worth playing for long periods of time. "Nah, nothing too interesting. I had to kick a few third years out of the aisles, because apparently the cushioned compartment seats aren't good enough for them so they decided to hang out in the aisles where people were trying to walk. And as you noticed before, a first year spilled pumkin juice on me. I don't understand; the trolley had already stopped at his compartment, but for whatever reason, he waited until after to go get his pumpkin juice, and had to carry it all the way back to his compartment. And of course, he tripped just as I passed him," Scorpius said. It was actually kind of funny in a weird way, at the time, but now Scorpius didn't have any patience for it. He couldn't wait to get to Hogwarts.
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Post by darkangel480 on Oct 3, 2010 1:54:32 GMT -5
Aspen grinned smiling slightly at Scorpius's return, she noted that he did indeed look tired. She had managed to keep herself awake, long enough, and the exploding snaps had done their job of doing the same thing. She brushed a strand of hair from her face and closed her eyes, having to pop them open, to keep from falling asleep like she knew she would.
She was disappointed to find that they had almost made it to school. She wasn't sure what she wanted, but being back here, didn't seem to be what she wanted. She'd be much happier somewhere else, home wasn't the place to be and neither was being here. "I'd eat something, we have the banquett as soon as we get there" she said reminding them, of what was to come when they got to Hogwarts. They didn't need to be reminded they already knew, just as she did.
She had long since changed into her robes, only after Albus had changed into his, so that it reminded her that she needed to do the same, just like everyone else. "Did you get in trouble, is that why you were gone so long?" she questioned curiously. She knew Scorpius had a Perfect's meeting, but usually they weren't gone the whole trip. Who had he manged to piss off this time.
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Post by Albus Potter on Oct 3, 2010 15:33:46 GMT -5
“You’re welcome; I didn’t think you would have wanted to run around with a stain on your robes either, since you dress impeccably most of the time.” Albus said, laughing. “And don’t worry about your bad mood. It really is to be expected with all the younger students making a mess as per usual.” It was amusing to watch and listen to the Malfoy heir when he was rambling. After all, it wasn’t a common scene.
He smirked at the tale of how Scorpius got his stain. "The kid definitely won't get himself Sorted into Ravenclaw or our house, then. Thank Merlin; we wouldn't be able to do too much with a absent-minded, indecisive little boy." He teased, poking the blond boy in the shoulder, before turning away.
Albus put away the card where his father was smiling benignly out of the frame, nodding all the while at Aspen’s words about the upcoming Sorting Feast. They would have plenty of delicious food to eat there, and not just Chocolate Frogs and pumpkin pasties, which he didn’t really like all that much anyways. He wondered how many new Slytherins they were going to get this year...
“That’s right, did you get into trouble?” The black-haired boy waggled equally dark eyebrows, teasing, but he knew something had to have happened for the meeting to result in a patrol for the entire trip to Hogwarts.
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Post by Scorpius Malfoy on Oct 3, 2010 15:46:50 GMT -5
"I can't wait to get to that banquet," Scorpius said honestly. The chocolate frog had been a nice treat, but he needed some real food to stop his hunger. "And hopefully you're right Al, I've had quite enough of that first year as it is...though with my luck, he probably will be Sorted into Slytherin," he said with a sigh.
He reconsidered sneaking off tonight to collect his thoughts; at the moment, Scorpius' main priorities were food and sleep. How teenage boy of him. He supposed it could wait until tomorrow, but he knew how crazy things could get on the first day of classes, and he really didn't want to be distracted still tomorrow anyway. Maybe after dinner he would feel up to it, and go for a walk. After his Prefect duties, of course.
"No, Al, I didn't get into trouble," Scorpius said with a chuckle. Albus always brightened his moods when Scorpius was upset over something, or just being moody for whatever reason. "I just got into a bit of trouble, that's all. Lestrange wasn't impressed that I was late, so I got assigned an extra shift of patrolling. And since each shift is usually about a third of the train ride...that's why it took me so long," he explained with a roll of his eyes.
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Post by darkangel480 on Oct 5, 2010 9:03:49 GMT -5
Aspen grinned slowly. The idea of the sorting ceremony, was always interesting to her. She liked to see if she could predict which of the students would be put into what house. She would always be pleased that she'd managed to guess correctly, on who was put into what hosue. She gazed out the window pleased to see that they were almost there, and Hogwarts was insight.
"It's always interesting to see who gets put into what house" she said her gaze still on the window, her chin resting in her palm, as her elbow supported against the window. "Do you think anything interesting will happen this year?" she questioned curiously.
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Post by Orion Malfoy on Oct 5, 2010 20:08:13 GMT -5
The boy’s lower lip brushed his upper one, a gesture that generally registered as worry or discontent. The hair coarse on his upper lip, and even less so on his chin. Semi-consciously, he did it again, vaguely registering the prickling feeling on a pouty lip. It was a bad habit which he only allowed himself to indulge in when he was without company, or with company that simple gestures like this would make him seem thoughtful to his house and someone he was rather indifferent toward telling them some sobbing story about their summer. The little pin pricks were beginning to wear him. What facial hair he had was sparse, like a man balding in reverse. The stiff bristles could not be eradicated by means of shaving because the consequence of razor burn was much worse than a mustache that no one could see (which he decidedly pinned on the Malfoy gene of blondness and nothing more). To notice, one would have to be inches away.
His brow furrowed mildly, suddenly discontent on his pale face, head leaning into his hand as some stray hairs broke loose. “I’m going to go change, then see if I can't find my brother.” Orion said, his faux comrade nodding largely about how he was excited to “see him later”. As soon as he managed to juggle his possessions into a semi-competent structure that would hold at least for an excursion along the train, he left the compartment to change. It proved to be an irritating journey, he had to stop more than once. He'd been slowed as not to squish a toad (not purposefully, but a rather brave boy had placed himself over the disgusting creature at the last minute and Orion nearly lost balance and fell backwards as the youth's hand jerked away in pain). It seemed neither of them expected his stupidity. There were some chocolate frogs that students thought would be prudent racing instruments, and a rather clumsy looking first-year holding a teetering glass of pumpkin juice.
Upon reaching his destination and quickly changing (more to the irate screeches of Antioch, who didn’t appreciate being around this much company than anything else), he turned to travel opposite of the way he’d come. The train jerked along, screeching and clicking, its hum mixing with that of many noisy students eager to rekindle relationships after the summer. The blond was sure this was the first thing he’d write to his father about—the bizarre length of the ride which seemed to take eons. The last time it had taken this long was his first year when he could barely resist shaking in front of his father as he left. Luckily, though, he had come a long way. Orion had never quite understood his parents’ fixation with “Muggle watching”. They were not even worth that time of consideration or the Malfoy inquisitive glare. When they needed to be dealt with, they were never addressed, Orion’s eyes always fixing in their general direction but never on them. They were not worth his attention. Scorpius had seemed rather irritated at their game, but Orion took it as some mysterious sort of romantic game the two played.
A bright look fixed on his face. He’d seen his brother, he was sure of it, tucking into a compartment near the front of the train. He passed a few with familiar faces to get to it with his luggage, Antioch screeching irritably as he walked. Orion’s steps were small and neat, giving him the unconscious shuffle he usually got when he was focused on something exciting. Curtly, he knocked, but only as a prerequisite for opening the door. He gave a large grin to his brother, hopeful too, that he could stay. The company of his grade was thin. Orion gave Aspen a curt nod, perhaps a little too stiffly, before turning to Albus and frowning. As if he could not decide between a nod and shaking his head, he brought it down politely. Albus teased him about one of what he considered to be one of his few weaknesses. “Room?” He asked them, not recognizing or really caring about the unfamiliar face. He mostly looked at his brother, semi-reluctant to look at the other two. “I mean, we’re nearly there but if I had to hear about the boy in the first compartment I was sitting in or his dragon-pox any more…”
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Post by Albus Potter on Oct 6, 2010 15:40:10 GMT -5
(OOC: Jen, you might want to remove Grayson from the title. And add Orion, of course.)
“Lestrange is going to be even more of a pain now that he’s Head Boy. I honestly don’t understand what Headmistress McGonagall and the Heads of House were thinking when they chose him for the job.” Albus commented, grimacing at the thought of the older boy lording over the other Slytherins for the following year. He watched as both of his friends seemed to fall into a calm and contemplative mood; Aspen was gazing through the window where you could see the sky darkening and the lights past the hills that was evidently Hogsmeade.
“It is fun to see and guess which new student manages to get into which House. But in the end, really, we’re just too bored to do anything else while we’re waiting for the feast to begin. We are teenagers, after all. Food, sleep, that kind of stuff.” He replied to her, unconsciously voicing Scorpius’ thoughts just moments before. “Though for something interesting to happen this year? I said before that Lestrange is Head Boy, so him and his groupies would probably want to graduate this year and leave with a bang. Can’t tell if it’s good-interesting or bad-interesting. Not to mention my older brother as well; I believe he wanted to do something.”
He was barely able to finish his short speech before he was interrupted by the knocking of the door, and a blond-haired figure stepped in. He took in the aristocratic details of the boy’s face and dress, and raised an eyebrow when he saw the large grin overtake the usual cool features of the youth when the boy saw Albus’ best friend. Obviously, Orion Malfoy had decided to join his brother and friends.
His remaining eyebrow joined the other one when he saw the features shift and become stiff when the younger Malfoy nodded shortly at Aspen who sat by the window. By the time Orion had bowed his head – almost shyly! – at him, Albus had a smirk on his face with his eyebrows back in their original positions. For a Malfoy and a Slytherin, Orion seemed nervous for some reason. Even if he was in front of safe people.
“For some small talk, Orion, you are talking a bit too much. Sit, sit,” Albus patted the empty space next to him. “Please, make yourself … comfortable.” He drew out the last word, tilting his head slightly to look at the younger boy better, green eyes almost twinkling like his namesake.
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Post by Scorpius Malfoy on Oct 7, 2010 15:28:48 GMT -5
"You're right, I have no idea," Scorpius said, annoyed. Prefect was one thing; it was just a bit of power. But Lestrange, as Head Boy? "He treats Hogwarts like he's its self-proclaimed monarchy or something," he added, shaking his head. He rarely questioned the judgement of Hogwarts teachers, since they generally were intelligent, responsible people. But this time, he felt that it was justified to doubt them on this. He wouldn't be surprised if Lestrange figured out how to curse all the teachers into appointing him King of Hogwarts.
Scorpius chucked at Albus; he was absolutely right about calling Shayne's friends "groupies", except for the fact that they all were basically very similar to Shayne, instead of worshipping him. "They all plan to go out with a bang though...I'll bet whatever your brother is up to will be funny, though he'd probably murder me if he knew I complimented him. As for Shayne and his friends, I'm not really sure, but it probably wont be good," Scorpius said. There had always been something just off about them. He couldn't explain it.
His brother, Orion, entered the compartment shortly after that. "Yeah, of course, sit down," he said in response to his brother, giving him a slight smile. Orion and Scorpius were close, for brothers, though they were very different people.
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Post by Orion Malfoy on Oct 7, 2010 20:47:58 GMT -5
Orion could not help but turn when Albus spoke, to not do so would be rude. That was his first reason, but the second was that he had to pay careful attention, at least, to that voice. His eyebrows lifted slightly and green eyes shut. His mouth parted gently with a slight intake of breath as he calmed himself only to have his mind, whirring gently now in pleasurable company, process what Albus had said. The immediate response was indignation, slight wrinkles working from blonde eyebrows. His lips thinned. Orion was suddenly irate in a way that only the skilled could reach in such a short time frame, his heart pumping the thudding to his ears. The fact that he was smirking had bothered him further, but in noticing that the visual response was the opposite. His features cooled, giving Albus a questioning look, challenging, appropriate for an insult. The two were not close enough that he would feign being hurt, but for that he was grateful. The simple task of sitting with his brother had become somehow complicated because of Potter, who Orion suddenly realised he did not like to think of Albus as. He was a Potter, but at least he wasn't James. He was a decent enough... Slytherin. Orion leaned forward slightly, unconsciously, but without anything to say or do he shifted his weight back to his heels.
The younger Malfoy broke their gaze more due to need than boredom. His fingers were shaking behind him in a way that perhaps only his brother could see but Orion had yet to realise fields of vision, he merely busied his smaller hands with pulling Antioch’s cage to a more appropriate position because he’d become calmer and the fourth-year preferred not to return to the shrieking. He eyed Albus carefully, immediately wishing he hadn’t before taking the seat. A few years ago, had he felt this way, perhaps a blush would’ve stained porcelain cheeks but he’d since gained more control. Malfoys didn’t blush at stupid things he assumed were double entendres, or at all for that matter. Just the meaning of “comfortable” could be taken so many ways; Orion had decided not to linger on it. “I was not under the impression,” he diverted, “that my voice was so abrasive…” His voice was cool and airy, though his hand not on Antioch’s cage kneaded the seat, generally unapparent in the loose sleeves of his school robes. There was no point in putting his things up when they were so close to the school.
Instead of looking to Albus, he peered back to his brother, who smiled. It was a nice change—his brother did not hold the same fondness of the Manor that he did, although the reason escaped the younger Malfoy. “And thanks.” He said genuinely, though with less excitement than he had when he’d entered the compartment. His gaze avoided green eyes and drifted pointedly around the compartment. “Just getting here was a mess. I swear the intelligence level of the Gryffindors and Hufflepuffs drops every year.” He shook his head, vaguely noting the train slow. “Oh, which reminds me, Scorpius, how were your rounds?” Orion, of course, had aspirations of being a prefect next year. The scarlet engine was about ready to breathe its last sighs of relief, and the students were already gathering up their things. Orion, however, was far more interested in company than dinner… his stomach was protesting though, he realised as he stretched in his seat. Good. The sooner he could get to the company of his house and then the comfort of the dungeons, the better.
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Post by darkangel480 on Oct 8, 2010 7:52:08 GMT -5
Aspen kept her gaze on the darkening sky. She didn't need to look to see what was going on in the compartment. The lights were reflecting through the window, exactly what was happening. She brushed a strand of her hair from her face, and paused hearing someone else enter, she gazed for a moment at Orion, he nodded rather stiffly to her. She offered him a small smile, and turned her gaze back the window. Her hazel eyes watching the stars. It was just as well that he didn't like her, the better that he wasn't close friends with her.
She tensed up slightly, although she managed to make herself relax in just a few seconds. She placed her chin in her hands, as she watched the rest of the envirement pass them by. She knew they were close to leaving, closet enough, to where she might be able to slip for the most part unnoticed to her room, at least she hopped so. She didn't want to be go the feast. Although her plans didn't always work, she knew Albus and Scorpius had questions for her. As she heard Lestrange, she wasn't sure what to say. That boy had fooled everyone. Was she the only one who knew how screwed up that boy was?
It seemed that was the case, no one knew what she knew; so why would they assume he was anything more than a complete asshole. She clenched her jaw, to keep from saying something to Orion's comment about the intelligence leven of the Gryffindors and Hufflepuffs. She knew that wasn't the case but she couldn't say anything, she was just as bad as he was to people, whom she didn't know. She just happened to manage to unable to drop Scorpius or Albus...she'd have to try harder this year, it was the last year she might be able to save them from the death eaters. It was only going to get harder as the year wore on.
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Post by Albus Potter on Oct 8, 2010 14:18:34 GMT -5
(OOC: Yeah, um, I’m jumping for us. The transition from the Express to the Carriages is now. Jen, if you wish us to skip the carriages and go straight to the Great Hall, send me a pm and I’ll edit the IC.
Later: OKAY I GOTS IT EDITING~
By the way: Can we delete the Entrance Hall board? There wouldn’t be a lot of threads there – they all lead to the Great Hall in some way, usually.)
“Lestrange probably thinks that he is the monarchy of Hogwarts. Pity that the true Hogwarts monarchs are all dead. Tch.” Albus scoffed, his opinion of the Head Boy rather low, even with his usual passive opinion of everything.
“Abrasive? Your voice? Never, dear Orion, your voice is like the sweet chirping of the birds on an early morning – you are going through puberty, after all.” He turned what would have been a compliment into a teasing prod. Orion was two years younger than the rest of them, and in the end the others had already gone through puberty.
Everyone else seemed distracted by then, and the young Potter was relieved when he heard the distinct squealing of the brakes as the Hogwarts Express slowed to a stop, and Hogsmeade Station was visible through the window, which Aspen had been looking at. They slowly filed out of the compartment and grabbed their things, unboarding the train with all the other students. Albus watched has rather large numbers of students – most unfamiliar faces, probably Muggleborns – take a separate route from the older students and to join the keeper of the keys at the dock. It was a rather tiring tradition, having to row across the Black Lake to get to Hogwarts for the first time.
The four Slytherins slipped into a carriage together, and all the way to the castle the ride went smoothly, if not completely boring and quiet.
(OOC: OKAY THAT ENDING WAS LAME. xDD)
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Post by Jennie on Oct 8, 2010 17:02:39 GMT -5
Oh, maybe you weren't around for the conversation about that; we agreed 3 more posts in every compartment (so this one's done) and then we're skipping straight to later that night. We figured the DEs could talk then instead of in the carriages, and there's really nothing at all for us to do in the Great Hall. So just sit tight for a bit while everyone else finishes up.
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