21 Feb 2018, 11:54
Compartment 9
To say Ben had trouble getting through the platform was an understatement. Platform 9... and what? That made no sense. Ben had traveled by train plenty in his life and never had he heard of such a foolish destination. Yet his previous experiences taught him not to doubt instructions for Hogwarts. Somehow it had to be real and possible to reach. For a good moment he sat with his cart full of supplies, staring at the wall like a lost sheep. He saw the 9 and he saw the 10, with a solid wall between them. It reminded him of his first trip to Diagon Alley. How he first discovered he was actually a wizard.
First a letter appeared attached to a freaking owl to his home, with his name on it. His parents laughed and thought a lad at school was performing an in-depth prank. They were actually impressed someone would get an official, elegant looking letter plus getting an owl to actually deliver it. The whole thing was a big joke to them. At first. When they trashed the letter, another came with another owl.
"Ben, tell your friend it isn't funny after the first attempt."
His mum was quite scared of the owls showing up but figured two had to be it. No more could possibly be coming their way. A third letter came urging them to believe it and giving more detailed instructions. Ben isn't sure if his parents believed it finally or decided to play along, but they followed the instructions. That was until they saw the shopping list attached to the letter.
"A MAGIC WAND?! A CAULDRON FOR MAKING POTIONS? IS THERE SOMETHING GOING ON AT SCHOOL, SON?!"
A more mature Ben would realize that it wasn't amusement, but fear and anger that came from his parents. There were detailed instructions on how to reach the shopping area and fuzzy details on the rest. London wasn't exactly a quick walk so they didn't go for a couple of weeks. A family trip justified a side stop at Diagon Alley. It felt like a giant joke to Ben, especially when their directions led them to a brick wall. They were about to turn around when a friendly face appeared to show them the way.
"Must be new ones! Let me show you around!"
What came after was totally and utterly world shattering to the small family. As if by magic, the wall opened up and a whole new street of shops opened up. It was real. Ben didn't see his parents' first reactions because he was lost in his own wonder. The man pointed to a large building at the end of the way.
"Exchange currency in that one, mind the tellers they can be... well you'll see. Then let the shopping begin!" the robed stranger laughed knowingly and disappeared into the crowds.
That had been the start of this whole surreal adventure. His parents likely would never see the world again despite still being muggles. To have such a huge secret and not be able to live in it must be crushing. At least that was Ben's thought on the matter. He was trying his best to be brave and embrace this new life. What could be better than learning magic was real?
Do I need to... touch the wall a special way? What is the goal her-
Ben's thoughts trailed off in his heads as a kid with his parents didn't even stop next to him. They all as a group ran straight through the wall in front of him. The student, seeming a bit older, winked at Ben as he passed. Likely making fun of the first year muggle-born struggling to grasp the platform concept. The Scottish lad looked to his parents who refused to come within 100 meters of the area with shock in his eyes. His mum was crying while his dad waved awkwardly before giving a thumbs up. Ben rushed forwards following the example and closed his eyes. When impact should have occurred he felt nothing in its place. Slowly, his eyes opened to reveal the platform and a stunningly beautiful train. The Hogwarts Express was waiting for him. Students and families were saying goodbye while packs of them pushed onto the train.
This is it!
Ben was unsure where to sit, but found himself an empty compartment to claim. Neighboring areas seemed to be mixed with similar students so he assumed as best he could this was the right spot. A loud thud could likely be heard as he dropped his belongings onto the floor in front of him. He wanted to keep them close in this unknown environment. All that was left was to sit near the window and wait for whatever came next. Ben was nearly sick with excitement.
First a letter appeared attached to a freaking owl to his home, with his name on it. His parents laughed and thought a lad at school was performing an in-depth prank. They were actually impressed someone would get an official, elegant looking letter plus getting an owl to actually deliver it. The whole thing was a big joke to them. At first. When they trashed the letter, another came with another owl.
"Ben, tell your friend it isn't funny after the first attempt."
His mum was quite scared of the owls showing up but figured two had to be it. No more could possibly be coming their way. A third letter came urging them to believe it and giving more detailed instructions. Ben isn't sure if his parents believed it finally or decided to play along, but they followed the instructions. That was until they saw the shopping list attached to the letter.
"A MAGIC WAND?! A CAULDRON FOR MAKING POTIONS? IS THERE SOMETHING GOING ON AT SCHOOL, SON?!"
A more mature Ben would realize that it wasn't amusement, but fear and anger that came from his parents. There were detailed instructions on how to reach the shopping area and fuzzy details on the rest. London wasn't exactly a quick walk so they didn't go for a couple of weeks. A family trip justified a side stop at Diagon Alley. It felt like a giant joke to Ben, especially when their directions led them to a brick wall. They were about to turn around when a friendly face appeared to show them the way.
"Must be new ones! Let me show you around!"
What came after was totally and utterly world shattering to the small family. As if by magic, the wall opened up and a whole new street of shops opened up. It was real. Ben didn't see his parents' first reactions because he was lost in his own wonder. The man pointed to a large building at the end of the way.
"Exchange currency in that one, mind the tellers they can be... well you'll see. Then let the shopping begin!" the robed stranger laughed knowingly and disappeared into the crowds.
That had been the start of this whole surreal adventure. His parents likely would never see the world again despite still being muggles. To have such a huge secret and not be able to live in it must be crushing. At least that was Ben's thought on the matter. He was trying his best to be brave and embrace this new life. What could be better than learning magic was real?
Do I need to... touch the wall a special way? What is the goal her-
Ben's thoughts trailed off in his heads as a kid with his parents didn't even stop next to him. They all as a group ran straight through the wall in front of him. The student, seeming a bit older, winked at Ben as he passed. Likely making fun of the first year muggle-born struggling to grasp the platform concept. The Scottish lad looked to his parents who refused to come within 100 meters of the area with shock in his eyes. His mum was crying while his dad waved awkwardly before giving a thumbs up. Ben rushed forwards following the example and closed his eyes. When impact should have occurred he felt nothing in its place. Slowly, his eyes opened to reveal the platform and a stunningly beautiful train. The Hogwarts Express was waiting for him. Students and families were saying goodbye while packs of them pushed onto the train.
This is it!
Ben was unsure where to sit, but found himself an empty compartment to claim. Neighboring areas seemed to be mixed with similar students so he assumed as best he could this was the right spot. A loud thud could likely be heard as he dropped his belongings onto the floor in front of him. He wanted to keep them close in this unknown environment. All that was left was to sit near the window and wait for whatever came next. Ben was nearly sick with excitement.
Ben Eckenrode -https://www.hogwarts.io/viewtopic.php?f=169&t=381
21 Feb 2018, 12:39
Compartment 9
"Ugh yes, I got everything now can we go?" Jo wore a grimace and attempted to wriggle out of her bubbe's bone-crunching hold. It was no use and Jo sighed, scowling as the woman pressed a watery kiss on her forehead and told Jo, for what felt like hundredth time, to behave herself and to be sure to call them.
"I don't think they'll have telephones, I'll write though!" Jo called over her shoulder as she ran towards her dads car, pausing to aim a kick at her older brother who had just called shotgun. "No fair! I'm the one going off to boarding school." She sniped, squeezing into the backseat with her other two brothers. All three of them insisted on coming to see her off, a sweet gesture that Jo didn't appreciate.
The trip to Kings Cross Station went like most Tindall car journeys. They bickered, picked on each other and by the time her dad had found parking Jo was certain she'd never have feeling in her right arm again because Lachlan had punched it so much. "Bugger off," she cussed him out, rubbing her arm and dodging out of his way as he cried 'Punch Buggy!' once again. "That ain't even a Punch Buggy you moron."
Her dad, despite his words of reprimand, could never get any of the kids to calm down an behave. That duty had fallen on Josephine's mother when she had still been alive, especially since Ethan Tindall was like a giant kid himself just masquerading as an adult. "C'mon the lot of you, we got to get your sister to platform...what was it again, Joey?"
The use of her nickname caused Jo to furrow her brow, shooting a glare over her shoulder at her father. "Oi, what did I tell you about calling me that?" It made her feel like a little girl and she supposed at eleven she was still just a kid but she felt now, especially going this school on her own, that she was on the cusp of finally getting her independence. She knew that her words fell on deaf ears though, her father grinning at her as he pushed the trolley containing her trunk through the station.
Rummaging in the pockets of her jeans, Jo searched for the ticket that had been provided in the Hogwarts Letter. Everytime she looked at it she questioned whether she was reading it correctly or going mad. "Um, nine and three quarters." It seemed completely ridiculous but so did the entire concept of magic, and yet here she was about to attend a Magical School because was a witch.
Thankfully they didn't burn them at the stake anymore.
"This is platform nine and that is ten," Callum, the oldest of her brothers spoke, confusion reflected on all their faces as they glanced around the station for a sign, a clue, anything to point them in the right direction.
The sign presented itself in the form of a family of three running straight through the wall separating platforms nine and ten.
Jo balked, green eyes widening in surprise. "Did they just?" Her mouth hung agape, she could hear Lachlan letting out a string of expletives next to her in disbelief while Oliver exclaimed how bloody amazing it was. "Do you think...do you think it only lets magical people through?" She didn't want to make her brothers and dad run at a wall only to end up injured (although that is generally what happens when one does that) but she wasn't ready for this to be goodbye.
Ugh, pull yourself together Jo. She sucked in a breath, forcing a grin onto her face as she stepped forward to say goodbye to each of her brothers. "Behave," she whispered to Lachlan. "I don't want you getting into too much trouble without me." God, this was harder than she thought it would be. "You," her freckled nose wrinkled as Oliver ruffled already messy hair.
"Write me okay? I want to know everything about Hogwarts." Jo nodded before turning to Callum, always so stoic in his demeanour and she knew that they didn't need words. The big brother, the protector of the family, pulled her into a hug and grunted something that sounded a lot like 'I love you,' before ushering the other two idiots away to leave Jo alone with their father.
"Dad," Jo hesitated, she worried her bottom lip between her teeth and glanced from the wall back to her father. "What if I hate it there?" The thought she'd been trying to ignore all summer reared it's ugly head.
"Well you'll come home. But I know you, this is your adventure and you'll love it."
A simple reply but enough for Jo to nod her head, giving her father one last hug before taking the trolley and staring determinedly at the wall and running.
She'd had her eyes closed, expecting impact but there was nothing. The sound of a trains whistle blew and Jo tentatively opened one eye and then the other. The scarlet steam engine before her was enchanting, nothing like the gross London Tube. Still Jo journeyed onto the train with a small amount of trepidation, keeping to herself as she peered into the compartments that were already filled with students before coming to a stop outside one that she thought was empty.
Sliding open the door though she found that she'd was wrong. "Oh crap! Sorry," she hastily apologised. "I thought it was empty." Social etiquette like knocking was something she often dismissed, her family weren't exactly known for their manners. "Do you mind if I sit here anyway? Unless you were waiting for people."
"I don't think they'll have telephones, I'll write though!" Jo called over her shoulder as she ran towards her dads car, pausing to aim a kick at her older brother who had just called shotgun. "No fair! I'm the one going off to boarding school." She sniped, squeezing into the backseat with her other two brothers. All three of them insisted on coming to see her off, a sweet gesture that Jo didn't appreciate.
The trip to Kings Cross Station went like most Tindall car journeys. They bickered, picked on each other and by the time her dad had found parking Jo was certain she'd never have feeling in her right arm again because Lachlan had punched it so much. "Bugger off," she cussed him out, rubbing her arm and dodging out of his way as he cried 'Punch Buggy!' once again. "That ain't even a Punch Buggy you moron."
Her dad, despite his words of reprimand, could never get any of the kids to calm down an behave. That duty had fallen on Josephine's mother when she had still been alive, especially since Ethan Tindall was like a giant kid himself just masquerading as an adult. "C'mon the lot of you, we got to get your sister to platform...what was it again, Joey?"
The use of her nickname caused Jo to furrow her brow, shooting a glare over her shoulder at her father. "Oi, what did I tell you about calling me that?" It made her feel like a little girl and she supposed at eleven she was still just a kid but she felt now, especially going this school on her own, that she was on the cusp of finally getting her independence. She knew that her words fell on deaf ears though, her father grinning at her as he pushed the trolley containing her trunk through the station.
Rummaging in the pockets of her jeans, Jo searched for the ticket that had been provided in the Hogwarts Letter. Everytime she looked at it she questioned whether she was reading it correctly or going mad. "Um, nine and three quarters." It seemed completely ridiculous but so did the entire concept of magic, and yet here she was about to attend a Magical School because was a witch.
Thankfully they didn't burn them at the stake anymore.
"This is platform nine and that is ten," Callum, the oldest of her brothers spoke, confusion reflected on all their faces as they glanced around the station for a sign, a clue, anything to point them in the right direction.
The sign presented itself in the form of a family of three running straight through the wall separating platforms nine and ten.
Jo balked, green eyes widening in surprise. "Did they just?" Her mouth hung agape, she could hear Lachlan letting out a string of expletives next to her in disbelief while Oliver exclaimed how bloody amazing it was. "Do you think...do you think it only lets magical people through?" She didn't want to make her brothers and dad run at a wall only to end up injured (although that is generally what happens when one does that) but she wasn't ready for this to be goodbye.
Ugh, pull yourself together Jo. She sucked in a breath, forcing a grin onto her face as she stepped forward to say goodbye to each of her brothers. "Behave," she whispered to Lachlan. "I don't want you getting into too much trouble without me." God, this was harder than she thought it would be. "You," her freckled nose wrinkled as Oliver ruffled already messy hair.
"Write me okay? I want to know everything about Hogwarts." Jo nodded before turning to Callum, always so stoic in his demeanour and she knew that they didn't need words. The big brother, the protector of the family, pulled her into a hug and grunted something that sounded a lot like 'I love you,' before ushering the other two idiots away to leave Jo alone with their father.
"Dad," Jo hesitated, she worried her bottom lip between her teeth and glanced from the wall back to her father. "What if I hate it there?" The thought she'd been trying to ignore all summer reared it's ugly head.
"Well you'll come home. But I know you, this is your adventure and you'll love it."
A simple reply but enough for Jo to nod her head, giving her father one last hug before taking the trolley and staring determinedly at the wall and running.
She'd had her eyes closed, expecting impact but there was nothing. The sound of a trains whistle blew and Jo tentatively opened one eye and then the other. The scarlet steam engine before her was enchanting, nothing like the gross London Tube. Still Jo journeyed onto the train with a small amount of trepidation, keeping to herself as she peered into the compartments that were already filled with students before coming to a stop outside one that she thought was empty.
Sliding open the door though she found that she'd was wrong. "Oh crap! Sorry," she hastily apologised. "I thought it was empty." Social etiquette like knocking was something she often dismissed, her family weren't exactly known for their manners. "Do you mind if I sit here anyway? Unless you were waiting for people."
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21 Feb 2018, 14:27
Compartment 9
Shiro opened his eyes and looked around. It was very early in the morning. So why was he... Boy's thoughts were interrupted by loud voices coming from downstairs. It sounded like his parents were arguing. Shiro sneaked out of his room and sat on the stairs making sure that he is not being seen from the kitchen.
"Of course it came" his mother said. "I told you that it will. It always does."
"Can't we just hide it and pretend it never happened?" Father sounded almost scared.
"No, they will simply send another one. And why would we want to do that? I already prepared him for it. He is excited to go."
"Yes, but... " Haru sighed "I want him to be safe, have normal life."
"He is normal, Haru. Perfectly normal young wizard who will go to wizard school. I see no reason to keep him away from things he loves"
"He could go to school with Amiru" father was trying but there was no fight left in his voice. "Learn normal things."
"For heaven's sake stop talking nonsense" Jennifer let frustration show. "We talked about this million times. It's their choice, not ours. If Amiru doesn't want to hear anything about magic I leave him be. He is as normal as he wants. But Shiro loves magic. He is passionate about the potions and magical beasts. And he is good at it, very good. I will not make same mistake my family did. My children won't be prisoners of my wishes."
Haru Inugami stood silent for a minute and then accepted his defeat. "Fine, but did you see the list? Does he really need all those things? I can understand the cauldron and such but all the books? A wand? Who on Earth owns a bloody magic wand?!" "I do" mother answered. "Now stop panicking, you will wake them up."
"Too late" Amiru said from the upstairs. "I am pretty sure that Mrs Johnson heard you by now." Parents tried to come up with some sort of cover up story but Amiru shook his head. "Please don't. He is going to his special school, right? Can I use his room as my studio when he leaves?"
"No, you can't" father answered. "What if he doesn't like it there and needs to come home".
Amiru wanted to reply but Shiro was faster. "I won't. And stop talking like I am not here. You make this a huge deal. It's just a school..."
Jennifer laughed. "Oh, honey, it is so much more. Now get back to sleep, we will go shopping later today."
Shiro had no choice but to obey. He lied down and tried to sleep but the boy was just too excited. His mind jumped from how the school will look like to what things he will learn. When he finally fell asleep Shiro had a dream about plants that talked to him.
The trip to Diagon Alley was great. Despite father's panic attacks over every single purchase or nee view Shiro had a lot of fun and couldn't wait to use all the new things. Getting a wand was like an adventure just by itself. He almost jumped up and down when mother got him a book dedicated fully to potions.
The day finally came and Inugami house became hell. Shiro was trying to pack half of mother's greenhouse, Amiru sneaked his art supplies into Shiro's room without father's knowledge, Haru was having million mini heart attacks and Jennifer tried to keep all that under control. It became Even worse when they realized that they were almost late. Somehow Haru gathered himself enough to drive and surprised everyone with driving skills good enough for James Bond movie. As soon as they reached the station he became his usual ball of panic.
"I don't understand, the ticket makes no sense. There is no such thing as "nine and three quarters”
"Yes there is" mother cut him off. "There"
They all looked where she pointed and saw a family running into a wall. Instead of crashing and falling they went right trough. Shiro whistled, Amiru whispered "awesome" while Haru tried to close his mouth. It was time to say goodbye.
Amiru tapped his little brother on the shoulder "hang in there. Don't make a mess. Get yourself some friends" they hugged and Amiru stepped backwards. Haru used this opportunity to almost squish his son to death. "Be careful, be safe, write to us. Don't eat, touch or play with anything weird."
Shiro saw his mother laughing behind father's back. "Dad, it's magic school. Everything there will be weird. Now please let me go. I can't go to school with broken ribs..." Haru did and Shiro needed a moment to get his breath back. Then he turned to mother who was pretending not to cry. "Go, my boy. You will do great. I am so proud of you. She whispered as they hugged each other.
Shiro waved them one last time, took a deep breath and ran straight to the wall. Magic or not he was still expecting a hit, maybe little bit of pain, but instead he heard a train whistle. He was going to be late. As amazing as the station was he barely noticed it. He can look at it when he gets home. All Shiro wanted now was to get inside and find a seat. He checked few compartments but they were full. "Come on, I just need a seat. A single seat" boy mumbled to himself as he opened yet another compartment door. Few people were inside but he could still fit. Shiro found himself a spot and sat down quickly like someone could come and take his seat. He was breathing hard, his hair was a mess and he was happiest kid on the planet. He was going to magic school.
"Of course it came" his mother said. "I told you that it will. It always does."
"Can't we just hide it and pretend it never happened?" Father sounded almost scared.
"No, they will simply send another one. And why would we want to do that? I already prepared him for it. He is excited to go."
"Yes, but... " Haru sighed "I want him to be safe, have normal life."
"He is normal, Haru. Perfectly normal young wizard who will go to wizard school. I see no reason to keep him away from things he loves"
"He could go to school with Amiru" father was trying but there was no fight left in his voice. "Learn normal things."
"For heaven's sake stop talking nonsense" Jennifer let frustration show. "We talked about this million times. It's their choice, not ours. If Amiru doesn't want to hear anything about magic I leave him be. He is as normal as he wants. But Shiro loves magic. He is passionate about the potions and magical beasts. And he is good at it, very good. I will not make same mistake my family did. My children won't be prisoners of my wishes."
Haru Inugami stood silent for a minute and then accepted his defeat. "Fine, but did you see the list? Does he really need all those things? I can understand the cauldron and such but all the books? A wand? Who on Earth owns a bloody magic wand?!" "I do" mother answered. "Now stop panicking, you will wake them up."
"Too late" Amiru said from the upstairs. "I am pretty sure that Mrs Johnson heard you by now." Parents tried to come up with some sort of cover up story but Amiru shook his head. "Please don't. He is going to his special school, right? Can I use his room as my studio when he leaves?"
"No, you can't" father answered. "What if he doesn't like it there and needs to come home".
Amiru wanted to reply but Shiro was faster. "I won't. And stop talking like I am not here. You make this a huge deal. It's just a school..."
Jennifer laughed. "Oh, honey, it is so much more. Now get back to sleep, we will go shopping later today."
Shiro had no choice but to obey. He lied down and tried to sleep but the boy was just too excited. His mind jumped from how the school will look like to what things he will learn. When he finally fell asleep Shiro had a dream about plants that talked to him.
The trip to Diagon Alley was great. Despite father's panic attacks over every single purchase or nee view Shiro had a lot of fun and couldn't wait to use all the new things. Getting a wand was like an adventure just by itself. He almost jumped up and down when mother got him a book dedicated fully to potions.
The day finally came and Inugami house became hell. Shiro was trying to pack half of mother's greenhouse, Amiru sneaked his art supplies into Shiro's room without father's knowledge, Haru was having million mini heart attacks and Jennifer tried to keep all that under control. It became Even worse when they realized that they were almost late. Somehow Haru gathered himself enough to drive and surprised everyone with driving skills good enough for James Bond movie. As soon as they reached the station he became his usual ball of panic.
"I don't understand, the ticket makes no sense. There is no such thing as "nine and three quarters”
"Yes there is" mother cut him off. "There"
They all looked where she pointed and saw a family running into a wall. Instead of crashing and falling they went right trough. Shiro whistled, Amiru whispered "awesome" while Haru tried to close his mouth. It was time to say goodbye.
Amiru tapped his little brother on the shoulder "hang in there. Don't make a mess. Get yourself some friends" they hugged and Amiru stepped backwards. Haru used this opportunity to almost squish his son to death. "Be careful, be safe, write to us. Don't eat, touch or play with anything weird."
Shiro saw his mother laughing behind father's back. "Dad, it's magic school. Everything there will be weird. Now please let me go. I can't go to school with broken ribs..." Haru did and Shiro needed a moment to get his breath back. Then he turned to mother who was pretending not to cry. "Go, my boy. You will do great. I am so proud of you. She whispered as they hugged each other.
Shiro waved them one last time, took a deep breath and ran straight to the wall. Magic or not he was still expecting a hit, maybe little bit of pain, but instead he heard a train whistle. He was going to be late. As amazing as the station was he barely noticed it. He can look at it when he gets home. All Shiro wanted now was to get inside and find a seat. He checked few compartments but they were full. "Come on, I just need a seat. A single seat" boy mumbled to himself as he opened yet another compartment door. Few people were inside but he could still fit. Shiro found himself a spot and sat down quickly like someone could come and take his seat. He was breathing hard, his hair was a mess and he was happiest kid on the planet. He was going to magic school.
22 Feb 2018, 07:51
Compartment 9
Ben's privacy, not that he longed for it, was quickly ended as more people boarded the train. A girl suddenly appeared at the door and seemed extremely upset to find him. He even checked to make sure his clothing fully covered him because it felt like he had been walked in on doing something inappropriate. A moment of fear and shock crossed his entire body before she managed to explain herself a little better and ask to sit nearby.
A girl wizard.. a witch I guess? I wonder if she already knows some magic.
"Uh, yes please sit. Not expecting anyone..." His attempt at being smooth after he entrance failed pretty obviously. "I'm Ben. Nice to meet you."
All kinds of questions flooded his mind to ask her, but the muggle born did not want to scare away his first friend so soon. She seemed nice and was prettier than most girls back home. Most witches seemed prettier than girls back home... Not that he was interested in girls right now of course. He let himself smile a bit more naturally after he introduced himself, still in total self-denial about how awkward he had been. Not there was a ton of time to dwell on it. It seemed very quickly afterwards a boy came busting into the compartment and sat down.
Is this kid running from something or is he just... odd?
"Hi..." Ben said slowly, trying too hard to maintain his smile from before now.
A girl wizard.. a witch I guess? I wonder if she already knows some magic.
"Uh, yes please sit. Not expecting anyone..." His attempt at being smooth after he entrance failed pretty obviously. "I'm Ben. Nice to meet you."
All kinds of questions flooded his mind to ask her, but the muggle born did not want to scare away his first friend so soon. She seemed nice and was prettier than most girls back home. Most witches seemed prettier than girls back home... Not that he was interested in girls right now of course. He let himself smile a bit more naturally after he introduced himself, still in total self-denial about how awkward he had been. Not there was a ton of time to dwell on it. It seemed very quickly afterwards a boy came busting into the compartment and sat down.
Is this kid running from something or is he just... odd?
"Hi..." Ben said slowly, trying too hard to maintain his smile from before now.
Ben Eckenrode -https://www.hogwarts.io/viewtopic.php?f=169&t=381
22 Feb 2018, 10:19
Compartment 9
She was relieved to finally find a compartment that wasn't packed with chattering students. Not that Jo was longing for solitude, she just wanted somewhere where she could process everything that was happening without her senses being totally overwhelmed.
"It's nice to meet you Ben," She replied, huffing a little as she dragged her trunk into the compartment. "I'm Jo." She returned his smile, although she was certain it probably didn't look as warm as his. Her brothers always said she had a sour face.
The brunette knew she appeared awkward, first impressions weren't her forté. She should at least try and explain herself, she didn't need more people thinking she was a weirdo. It was bad enough back in Hackney. "Sorry...I'm just," she sighed, closing her green eyes as she flopped down onto the seat opposite. "I'm just trying to process all of this."
She didn't get time to elaborate on that for a third person joined them. Startled by his hurried movements, Jo raised a brow in alarm at the newcomer and bit down on her bottom lip to stifle a giggle. "Are you alright?" Jo queried, she was more curious as to why he was acting like he had just run a marathon than actually concerned for his wellbeing.
"It's nice to meet you Ben," She replied, huffing a little as she dragged her trunk into the compartment. "I'm Jo." She returned his smile, although she was certain it probably didn't look as warm as his. Her brothers always said she had a sour face.
The brunette knew she appeared awkward, first impressions weren't her forté. She should at least try and explain herself, she didn't need more people thinking she was a weirdo. It was bad enough back in Hackney. "Sorry...I'm just," she sighed, closing her green eyes as she flopped down onto the seat opposite. "I'm just trying to process all of this."
She didn't get time to elaborate on that for a third person joined them. Startled by his hurried movements, Jo raised a brow in alarm at the newcomer and bit down on her bottom lip to stifle a giggle. "Are you alright?" Jo queried, she was more curious as to why he was acting like he had just run a marathon than actually concerned for his wellbeing.
23 Feb 2018, 16:38
Compartment 9
Sett was happy. The letter finally came, it was time to go to school. Uncle Adrian did his best to teach Sett how to deal with his unique situation but rest of the magic was still unknown thing for the boy. All he could do was read the books that Adrian carefully selected and never try any practical spells. Adrian said that it was against the law. But now he will go to school full of actual wizards and do magic on his own!
During the trip to the Diagon Alley Sett showered Adrian with questions. Most of them remained unanswered. Sett was used to that. Adrian was a great guardian but when it came to children he was absolutely clueless. According to him as long as a child was not cold or hungry the job was done right. He had no idea how much that hurt Sett. Best part of the day was the shopping. Sett was excited about everything. Even simple boring robes and cauldrons looked like an adventure to him. Back home all those things we out of his reach, mostly for his own protection. When it was time to get a wand it took so long that Sett started to panic. What if he wasn't a wizard? What if all this was a mistake and he will have to go back to his parents farm? He loved his parents but he haven't seen them in seven years...
After multiple tries a wand was found but the thought remained in Sett's head. What if he wasn't enough of a wizard? Both parents are normal and his only connection to magic was trough Adrian who is not first generation uncle. What if Sett prepares, goes to school and they tell him he is not good enough? When the boy expressed these fears to his uncle he was expecting a laughed but instead his mentor stopped in the middle of the street and hugged the boy. "There is no such thing as lesser wizard. You go to school and try your best. With enough determination and desire anyone can be great." It was nicest thing Sett heard in a while.
Night before the trip Sett couldn't sleep. He was excited and nervous at the same time. Boy checked his luggage million times then ran trough the list of directions he made for himself. He realized long time ago that directions we're not his strong suit.
During the breakfast Adrian tried to look cool and collected but Sett knew him good enough to recognize when his mentor was nervous. When asked Adrian would refuse to explain the reason.
They got to the station quite early but Sett could separate normals from what he will have to get used to calling his own kind. Some families had carts with weird luggage or caged owls while others where checking their tickets multiple times. Nine and three quarters was a mystery to them. Sett could understand why. If it wasn't for Adrian who knew where they were going Sett would probably never find the train.
His uncle stopped between platforms 9 and 10 then looked around. Was he looking for someone? Sett finally understood. Adrian wasn't greatest father figure but he had a heart. The day before he probably called Sett's parents. After all boy was about to leave for whole school year and live in a weird magical place. If there was ever good time to meet with their son it was now. And yet they didn't come. Sett felt a single tear running down his cheek. He brushed it off and hugged his uncle. "It's ok" he said. "It doesn't matter." Adrian managed to smile. "Do me a favor and never lie at school. You are not very good at it". They both laughed. Sett stepped backwards and looked around. "Now what?" Smile on Adrian's face became bigger. "Now we push this cart into that wall and disappear in the thin air" Boy lifted an eyebrow. "I am eleven, not three". Without saying a word Adrian pointed at the wall. They both watched a family of four run straight into the wall and disappear. Sett took few seconds to collect himself. "So it's real. I am really going to magic school." "Yep" his uncle looked proud. "And if you want a free seat I suggest you get to the train in very near future." Uncle lifted the boy and placed him on the cart, then, before Sett could say anything ran for the wall. Sett closed his eyes and covered his face but nothing happened. No pain or anything magical. Just another train. It was huge and marvelous but still a train. Sett jumped off of the cart. "This will take me to the school?" "Yep. I highly suggest to get a spot next to the window. Now go" Adrian helped Sett to get into the train. Boy turned around. "I will make you proud" he promised. Uncle, who was pretending not to cry looked up "You already did".
Sett found himself an empty compartment and sat next to the window. He decided to read a book until the train leaves. He wanted to do anything that would distract him from the thoughts of his parents. Last thing he needed was a reminder of his unique nature. Sett found himself wondering if there was any other unique children at the school.
Suddenly his thoughts were interrupted as the door opened and another kid entered the compartment. Sett looked at him over his book but the boy seemed to be too nervous to notice him. Sett decided to stay silent. He didn't know what interactions were normal for wizards. He also assumed that everyone else were from the wizard families and knew magic better than him so showing that he was lacking knowledge about wizard etiquette would be a huge red flag. He simply got back to reading the book with hopes that he will learn some basics by the end of the trip.
Very soon a girl joined them. She was also very nervous. Sett watched her trying to have a conversation with the boy. They looked just as confused and stressed as any normal kids. Sett was about to say hi but yet another kid barged in. He looked like few angry dogs chased him to the train. Judging from confused faces of two other kids that wasn't normal for them either. Sett closed the book and turned towards the boy. "Take a deep breath. Few of them. " He turned towards the boy who called himself Ben. "We need to get him some water" His voice was silent, like the person who is not used to being heard.
During the trip to the Diagon Alley Sett showered Adrian with questions. Most of them remained unanswered. Sett was used to that. Adrian was a great guardian but when it came to children he was absolutely clueless. According to him as long as a child was not cold or hungry the job was done right. He had no idea how much that hurt Sett. Best part of the day was the shopping. Sett was excited about everything. Even simple boring robes and cauldrons looked like an adventure to him. Back home all those things we out of his reach, mostly for his own protection. When it was time to get a wand it took so long that Sett started to panic. What if he wasn't a wizard? What if all this was a mistake and he will have to go back to his parents farm? He loved his parents but he haven't seen them in seven years...
After multiple tries a wand was found but the thought remained in Sett's head. What if he wasn't enough of a wizard? Both parents are normal and his only connection to magic was trough Adrian who is not first generation uncle. What if Sett prepares, goes to school and they tell him he is not good enough? When the boy expressed these fears to his uncle he was expecting a laughed but instead his mentor stopped in the middle of the street and hugged the boy. "There is no such thing as lesser wizard. You go to school and try your best. With enough determination and desire anyone can be great." It was nicest thing Sett heard in a while.
Night before the trip Sett couldn't sleep. He was excited and nervous at the same time. Boy checked his luggage million times then ran trough the list of directions he made for himself. He realized long time ago that directions we're not his strong suit.
During the breakfast Adrian tried to look cool and collected but Sett knew him good enough to recognize when his mentor was nervous. When asked Adrian would refuse to explain the reason.
They got to the station quite early but Sett could separate normals from what he will have to get used to calling his own kind. Some families had carts with weird luggage or caged owls while others where checking their tickets multiple times. Nine and three quarters was a mystery to them. Sett could understand why. If it wasn't for Adrian who knew where they were going Sett would probably never find the train.
His uncle stopped between platforms 9 and 10 then looked around. Was he looking for someone? Sett finally understood. Adrian wasn't greatest father figure but he had a heart. The day before he probably called Sett's parents. After all boy was about to leave for whole school year and live in a weird magical place. If there was ever good time to meet with their son it was now. And yet they didn't come. Sett felt a single tear running down his cheek. He brushed it off and hugged his uncle. "It's ok" he said. "It doesn't matter." Adrian managed to smile. "Do me a favor and never lie at school. You are not very good at it". They both laughed. Sett stepped backwards and looked around. "Now what?" Smile on Adrian's face became bigger. "Now we push this cart into that wall and disappear in the thin air" Boy lifted an eyebrow. "I am eleven, not three". Without saying a word Adrian pointed at the wall. They both watched a family of four run straight into the wall and disappear. Sett took few seconds to collect himself. "So it's real. I am really going to magic school." "Yep" his uncle looked proud. "And if you want a free seat I suggest you get to the train in very near future." Uncle lifted the boy and placed him on the cart, then, before Sett could say anything ran for the wall. Sett closed his eyes and covered his face but nothing happened. No pain or anything magical. Just another train. It was huge and marvelous but still a train. Sett jumped off of the cart. "This will take me to the school?" "Yep. I highly suggest to get a spot next to the window. Now go" Adrian helped Sett to get into the train. Boy turned around. "I will make you proud" he promised. Uncle, who was pretending not to cry looked up "You already did".
Sett found himself an empty compartment and sat next to the window. He decided to read a book until the train leaves. He wanted to do anything that would distract him from the thoughts of his parents. Last thing he needed was a reminder of his unique nature. Sett found himself wondering if there was any other unique children at the school.
Suddenly his thoughts were interrupted as the door opened and another kid entered the compartment. Sett looked at him over his book but the boy seemed to be too nervous to notice him. Sett decided to stay silent. He didn't know what interactions were normal for wizards. He also assumed that everyone else were from the wizard families and knew magic better than him so showing that he was lacking knowledge about wizard etiquette would be a huge red flag. He simply got back to reading the book with hopes that he will learn some basics by the end of the trip.
Very soon a girl joined them. She was also very nervous. Sett watched her trying to have a conversation with the boy. They looked just as confused and stressed as any normal kids. Sett was about to say hi but yet another kid barged in. He looked like few angry dogs chased him to the train. Judging from confused faces of two other kids that wasn't normal for them either. Sett closed the book and turned towards the boy. "Take a deep breath. Few of them. " He turned towards the boy who called himself Ben. "We need to get him some water" His voice was silent, like the person who is not used to being heard.
24 Feb 2018, 19:19
Compartment 9
It took Shiro a moment to realize that someone was talking to him. He was so concentrated on the fact that he was late that everything else became a blur. He looked at the first person who spoke and was happy to see another kid his age. While this one wasn't hyperventilating he still looked somewhat nervous and confused. Shiro opened his mouth to say hi back but then a girl's voice reached his ear. Shiro turned to her and realized she was probably as new as him as well. Now he was trying to decide to who he should answer first. "Hi was about to leave his mouth when someone to his left spoke making already stressed Shiro jump in the seat. With big scared eyes Shiro investigated the boy for a moment. Tiny and skinny this boy had little to none presence. Honestly half minute ago Shiro could have sworn that he wasn't there. Yet he was least confused about all this.
If all this wasn't enough to scare Shiro to death the train whistled and finished the job.
"Dear Lord" Shiro shrieked. "I.. I am fine... Just late. My... My apologies for the confusion. And... For the mess." Well first impressions were already ruined but maybe he can fix all this mess until they reach their destination. Now when train was moving Shiro calmed down a bit. He made it. Boy fixed his mess also known as hair and took a deep breath. "Erm... I am Shiro. Nice to meet you all" For once his voice didn't sound like he was having a panic attack and he was happy. He was also looking forward at knowing these kids better. Maybe he will actually make a friend...
If all this wasn't enough to scare Shiro to death the train whistled and finished the job.
"Dear Lord" Shiro shrieked. "I.. I am fine... Just late. My... My apologies for the confusion. And... For the mess." Well first impressions were already ruined but maybe he can fix all this mess until they reach their destination. Now when train was moving Shiro calmed down a bit. He made it. Boy fixed his mess also known as hair and took a deep breath. "Erm... I am Shiro. Nice to meet you all" For once his voice didn't sound like he was having a panic attack and he was happy. He was also looking forward at knowing these kids better. Maybe he will actually make a friend...
25 Feb 2018, 00:59
Compartment 9
Ben laughed with a bit of relief and just plain amusement. It seemed even wizards could be awkward. That was good! He didn't want to be a total alien creature to them. A train ride seemed normal enough so far. The Scottish lad couldn't even imagine what a school for magic would look like. He was so excited but a little scared.
"Nice to meet you all," he said slowly, adding on a bit at the end. "Have any of you been to Hogwarts before?"
The question was simple, but he wanted to dig for information without seeming too ignorant. Especially with a girl nearby, he wanted to make a good impression. It seemed the girl might be as lost as him though so that was a good sign. Or a terrible sign. Either way he was happy with it for now. He decided not to press on her with more questions on why it was so much to process in front of the other two. Instead he tried to be open with everyone by asking what he did. Names were now at least exchanged and he no longer felt like he would be forever alone in a foreign world.
"Nice to meet you all," he said slowly, adding on a bit at the end. "Have any of you been to Hogwarts before?"
The question was simple, but he wanted to dig for information without seeming too ignorant. Especially with a girl nearby, he wanted to make a good impression. It seemed the girl might be as lost as him though so that was a good sign. Or a terrible sign. Either way he was happy with it for now. He decided not to press on her with more questions on why it was so much to process in front of the other two. Instead he tried to be open with everyone by asking what he did. Names were now at least exchanged and he no longer felt like he would be forever alone in a foreign world.
Ben Eckenrode -https://www.hogwarts.io/viewtopic.php?f=169&t=381
25 Feb 2018, 04:10
Compartment 9
In comparison to the other two that had joined the compartment after her, it seemed that Jo wasn't entirely falling to pieces. Was she anxious and nervous? Of course but she was also excited and ready for this new chapter of her life.
"It's nice to meet you all," she grinned at the two of them. The sweet excited boy [Shiro] apologised for the mess and confusion, Jo raised a brow at him. What a silly thing to apologise about, it's not like his behaviour was hurtful or inappropriate. She appreciated people who were always their authentic selves, no pretending. "No need to apologise when there is nothing to be sorry for," the brunette said kindly, shrugging her shoulders before she settled back into the chair, gazing out the window as the train rolled out of the station, it's speed increasing quickly.
She was relieved when Ben kept the conversation going and hesitated for a few moments before answering. "No...I actually didn't even know it existed or that magic was real," she said. "Well until I got my letter." And then that witch had come to their Hackney home to explain it all to her father.
Was she telling these people too much? Jo had always been hesitant with opening up to people. Learning at a young age that people could judge you for the most trivial of things; from the clothes you wore, the way you styled your hair, or where you lived and, worst of all, how much money (or lack-thereof) you had. "I'm a..." Jo paused, furrowing her brow as she tried to recall the word the witch had used, "Moggly-born, is it?"
"It's nice to meet you all," she grinned at the two of them. The sweet excited boy [Shiro] apologised for the mess and confusion, Jo raised a brow at him. What a silly thing to apologise about, it's not like his behaviour was hurtful or inappropriate. She appreciated people who were always their authentic selves, no pretending. "No need to apologise when there is nothing to be sorry for," the brunette said kindly, shrugging her shoulders before she settled back into the chair, gazing out the window as the train rolled out of the station, it's speed increasing quickly.
She was relieved when Ben kept the conversation going and hesitated for a few moments before answering. "No...I actually didn't even know it existed or that magic was real," she said. "Well until I got my letter." And then that witch had come to their Hackney home to explain it all to her father.
Was she telling these people too much? Jo had always been hesitant with opening up to people. Learning at a young age that people could judge you for the most trivial of things; from the clothes you wore, the way you styled your hair, or where you lived and, worst of all, how much money (or lack-thereof) you had. "I'm a..." Jo paused, furrowing her brow as she tried to recall the word the witch had used, "Moggly-born, is it?"
25 Feb 2018, 11:33
Compartment 9
Now, when they were moving Shiro calmed down a little. At least until the girl spoke to him. For Shiro, who spent most of his time with the plants girl was completely nee creature. Well, at least she was as nervous as he was. "I apologise because I was chaotic and inpolite" he said. "This is new to me as well. I know..." Suddenly he stopped. Should he tell them that his mother is a witch? Would it make the girl feel better or worse? If others were muggles too admitting that he is half-blood would make them hate him. Maybe he should say he was a muggle too but what if later they learn that he lied? He was thinking hard and his time was running out. Three pairs of eyes were watching him, waiting to finish the sentence. Maybe he should keep his status for himself until he learned more about the others... "I know nothing about the school" he finished and it was mostly the truth. Mother mentioned couple things but they never had long conversations about it. All he knew was that Hogwarts was his way to learn to help people. Everything else was a huge mystery. Shiro decided to listen and for now. "But I am excited" he added.