A Heavenly Dispute PV Closed

It was after a long and grueling car ride that the two of them finally reached King's Cross Station. The grey sky covered in woolen clouds threatened more rain, and Isaac watched the dripping of raindrops across his window, hand propped beneath his chin.

Not a word had been exchanged between him and his father, Richard. All the boy could see was his solid back filling the driver's seat and wisps of his dark hair, shining lank in the gloomy light. He zoned out, far beyond the cold silence between them, trying to hold back the knotted ball of emotions that twisted in his chest. Tracing a finger against the foggy window, he drew a small stick figure with a pony-tail and another one with a dress before rubbing them away with a fist. His mother didn't know the truth about her son, and he was at once glad and afraid. His Mam was a no-nonsense woman who only believed what was in front of her own eyes. Wholly unattached to faith of any kind, she would believe him to be a freak of nature, or worse yet, study him like the scientist she was. Which is why he and his father had vowed to keep his horrible powers a secret.

Before long, the car shrieked to a halt in front of the dreary station. His father said flatly, "We're here."

He clambered out of the dark car with shaky legs, pulling his heavy bookbag onto his back and lugging the suitcase out of the door. He didn't expect any help, and didn't receive any either. Isaac's grey-blue eyes, so much like the stormy sky, fixed upon the glowing station with crosses on the outside.

In silence, the two of them walked, father and son. Both of them wore deep black, as if they were attending funeral, but neither of them knew who it was for. The water slid off of Isaac's robes and beaded on his hair until the two of them sought refuge inside the massive archway.

Surrounded by normal English and Scottish families and workers, Isaac suddenly felt a gaping hole open inside of him. He held his head high as he walked to Platforms 9 and 10, but felt sorrow tugging on him again. He couldn't help it anymore. Isaac looked at his father, about to ask him something, but he gave his son's back a gentle push, shutting down all hopes for conversation. "Go ahead, run into the wall between 9 and 10. You'll reach 9^3/4 for certain."

Isaac pursed his lips. Sure, it could be a trick. But more likely, it truly was some strange magical thing. Gripping his suitcase handle tight between his fingers, he dashed with reckless speed towards the barrier and felt as if he had been punched in the stomach. Reality warped in front of his eyes, in a sickening swirl and then...

He had reached an entirely other world. Everyone else wore cloaks like his, adults and children. Silently, his father stood behind him, taking his hand. Isaac bit his lip, but said nothing.

Holding the old worn backpack and fishing a photo out with his fingers, he gazed at the old portrait of his family. With his fingers, he ripped his father's face out.

The train's hallways gave him a sense of claustrophobia, and the overwhelming sense that they were closing in on him. He wanted to lash out at the walls, punching his hand right through, but the best he would get would probably be bloody knuckles. Isaac's eyes sharply cut from compartment to compartment, and he felt a special ire for the happy faces he could see in each one. So he would have to be the outcast again, wouldn't he?

His clenched fists and irate expression earned him a few glances, but these served to make him even more frustrated. Why couldn't these idiotic wizard children mind their own business? Pushing past a first-year, he watched their brown eyes widen as they flinched away. Go ahead, be afraid of me. I don't give a -

Finally, he settled upon a compartment he saw was empty, sans a girl with her pile of books. Isaac made quite the sight. His normally curly dark hair lay limp and matted, framing his livid face and wild grey eyes. Strands of it were plastered to his forehead, and raindrops dribbled down his face and dripped off of his chin. His skin was corpse-white and clammy, bony fingers clasping at the handle of his black suitcase. Dressed in an eerie black cloak, it was as if he were a child risen from the grave.

Veronica rode in the back of her mother's car. Honestly the ride scared her. Her mother never once spoke to her, keeping her eyes fixated on what ever was in front of them on the road. She's probably happy that she won't have to deal with me for nine months. Veronica turned her attention away from her mother towards her hands, perfectly manicured nails, lightly tanned skin, adorned with a few of her rings. On her left hand she had a ring that resembled a bent arrow around her middle finger, and a single silver band was on her thumb, while on her right hand, she wore her father's class ring on her thumb, and a silver band on her ring finger. Although she'd never met him, Veronica believes that her father loved her very much, and almost never takes off the class ring.

A soft sigh escaped her slightly glossed lips. She couldn't be more happy to see King's Cross Station. The uncomfortable silence was killing her. "Remember, Veronica, we are pure bloods, and want nothing to do with the mudbloods. You stick with your own kind, understand." Not daring to anger her mother, Veronica simply nodded her head, keeping her eyes trained on her shoes. "Yes mother, I understand." Veronica had no problem with what the blood status of anyone was, she just wanted some friends.

Her mother gave her a quick hug that seemed to say, 'Do as I instructed or else' not your typical 'I love you and have fun' types of hugs. Shaking it off, Veronica grabbed a hold of her suitcase, and headed into the train station. What still bothered Veronica was how her mother despised the muggles, but still decided to live in their towns, go to their restaurants, attend their events, it perplexed the young red head.

Entering the station, Veronica had received many stares for the way she was dressed. She looked like she belonged in Beauxbatons, just by the way she was dressed. She had on black heels, and a gray suit that her mother had picked out, claiming that it 'Show's off our status as pure bloods' She couldn't really argue with her mother. She knew better. So she just kept walking, and walked straight through the wall between platforms 9 and 10.

Instead of trying to push past people on the platform, Veronica headed straight onto the train, feeling uncomfortable under all of their stares. She kept her eyes down, but her head remained high. She knew that it would give off the wrong impression, but she could care less at the moment. She just needed to find a place to sit before the train took off.

Maneuvering through the hall of the express, Veronica saw compartment after compartment full with different students conversing. She'd received a few judgmental looks, a few cat calls, and a few smiles. She was thankful for the smiles. She needed those smiles, they helped her continue with her search. Walking a bit further she caught sight of a young boy who seemed to be drenched from the rain outside. Oh you poor thing, getting caught in the rain. She approached the boy, and tapped his shoulder. "Excuse me, but are you going to go in?" She offered a smile as she pointed to the compartment with only one person inside, reading.

Nicolas Whitewood stood quietly leaning on his baggage cart waiting for his mother to join him, his father's death was still like a fresh wound and it laid heavily on him an his mother. his mother returned from the information both "It's this way" she said in her most motherly voice trying to cheer his son up. But Nico showed no sign of the slightest change in emotion "Dad would have known that" Nico mumbled quietly "I know sweetheart, I'm sorry" His mother said and placed a comforting hand on Nico's shoulder and pushed him lightly to indicate to him to start walking which Nico did. The two slowly made their way to the 9th platform. that's where Nico noticed a a girl his age dressed rather peculiarly for an eleven year old, he followed her with his gaze and saw her run trough a wall and remembered his fathers stories about platform 9¾ "Over here mom" Nico said walked to the wall the peculiar girl had run through "We have to run trough that wall, dad told me that" Nico said pointing at the wall "Alright, I trust you Nico"His mom said and grabbed Nico's luggage cart along him. The two took a running start and ran at the wall and just like that they appeared at platform 9¾.

Nico couldn't help but be amazed despite his mood, his mother seemed to feel the same as she looked around. Nico pulled his mom aside to a less crowded place of the station so he could say goodbye. But as soon as they had stepped aside Nico felt his emotions flood over him. "Dad should've been here" he said in a shaky voice "He was supposed to see me of all seven years and see me graduate and become an auror so he could retire and spend the rest of his life with you on the farm" he said now through tears he hadn't even noticed that were now streaming down his face "I know sweetheart but you have to be strong for him, he wouldn't want you to cry on your first day in his world" His mom said and crouched down beside her son wiping his tears despite the tears that fell down her own face. "He would have wanted you to smile and laugh and run around like everytime he told you of his world" She said softly and quickly wiped her own tears "He wanted his world to be your world, and that will still be but you'll just have to be extra brave since he won't be there to guide you" His mother said. Nico chuckled a sad chuckle and let himself fall into his moms arms, the two embraced and Nico wiped his eyes "I'll be brave for you and for dad" Nico said and smiled. "That's my boy" His mom said and hugged him tightly

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Nico gathered himself and gave his mom a last goodbye hug and grabbed his luggage from the cart and got onto the train. His brown curls were still slightly damp from the rain and so was his old t-shirt. he was wearing a simple chain necklace with a compass charm at the end of it. His green eyes scanned for an empty compartment after walking through what felt like the entire train he came upon two students outside a largely empty compartment "Do you have room for one more?" He asked politely and smiled softly "I can find another, this one just seemed the emptiest"he said in a rather cheerful voice with no hint of the previous emotional breakdown he had gone trough what was left was just the shy ut energetic kid who'd like to avoid all conflict if he could. He was taller then both the students in the hallway, he was probably taller then the girl inside the compartment as well considering he was rather tall for his age

Marla was constantly let down by her parents. It was just second nature to not expect anything from them. It was as if they thought it was funny to promise their daughter something and then completely disregard it just hours later. However, Marla thought her parents would have used the little decency they had left to see their daughter off to Hogwarts. She was wrong again.
She sighed, trying to cover up her shaky breaths with heavier ones. The awkward silence between the girl and her Uncle Silas being replaced with the silent hum of the car and pouring of rain. Once again, Marla was disappointed by her parents. She played with the glove compartment handle until she mustered up the courage to ask her uncle:
" Why do they hate me? "
" Marla " he paused to look at her, " They by no means hate you. They hate themselves. "
And what does that have to do with anything? She thought, crossing her arms and slumping away from her uncle, looking out at the window, which wasn't helping much.
" I– I just thought today might be a bit different," she chewed her fingernails, " with me going to school n'all. " Her uncle didn't answer, but she looked into his eyes and she knew he was sorry. Even though none of it was his fault, he was sorry for everything. The little things. When Marla would be shoved by with no remorse when she was in somebody's way. Or if she got a good grade in school and nobody would congratulate her.
The rest of the trip was stone silent. Neither of the two knew what to say to each other. There was nothing to say.
Her uncle finally pulled up to the train station, where they got out of the car and sprinted inside before the two of them would be doused by rain; though their efforts were quite futile, since Marla ended up being soaked from head to toe in water. Her previously nice slacks and white blouse were now soused with water. Not only that– but the one day Marla decided to do her fiery red hair, it was frizzy and all over the place again. Silas attempted to help by placing his damp coat over her shoulders, but it just made her even colder. Nonetheless, Marla accepted the kind offer and held the coat tightly against her arm as they approached the brick pillar in between platforms nine and ten. Gripping her suitcase so tight that her knuckles turned white, Marla stared intensely at the wall of bricks in front of her, and turned back to her uncle for reassurance.
" C'mon, now. It isn't that scary " He established in a nonchalant tone, and patted her on the back.
" Easy for you to say. You've done this a million times " She grumbled.
" I'm serious. Here, I'll bring your suitcase in and you can just walk straight in, okay?" Marla silently agreed as she took a sharp inhale and rushed inside the pillar with closed eyes. Without even looking at her surroundings, Marla felt the tone of the room change immediately. She went from hearing silent whispers and rumbling trains to children shouting and laughing, and the sound of a steam engine. When she heard her uncle enter the station Marla opened her eyes and cracked a grin. She couldn't help herself. But Marla's moment of joy faltered quickly as she noticed a handful of familiar people in the corner of her eyes. Her parents. She gazed at them in disbelief, and pinched herself to hold back from screaming. Usually she would scream, curse, throw things... But no. She wasn't going to make herself look like a fool on her first day at her new school. She had a chance to actually belong, to not be an outcast. And Marla was not letting that go. As she took her eyes off of her "family", Marla turned to her uncle and gave him a big hug. He towered over her, and somehow Marla still managed to squeeze the life out of him.
" Thank you " She gave her uncle a smile as she looked up at him.
" Anytime, kiddo. You're gonna do great. " Silas's eyes crinkled as he returned Marla's smile, and let go as he watched his niece approach the train.

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Marla had an easy enough time getting on the train, but it was much more challenging to find somewhere to sit on it. Most of the seats were full, or just "full" of complete jerks. And although Marla opted to sit in an empty compartment, the majority had at least a few people in them. But all of a sudden, a compartment with a girl who was dressed particularly unique reading a book caught Marla's eye. It seemed that there was a crowd forming around the seats, specifically two boys and another girl.
" Uh– excuse me.. Do you mind if I sit with you all? Everywhere else is crowded "

[quote][font=times new roman]Vince was completely oblivious to what was going on right outside her compartment. She was content with her reading, flipping each page carefully with a slightly furrowed eyebrows as she digested each thing she read. This is how she read when she was completely concentrated, and poetry was such a complex art at times that she took time to decipher it. Thinking that no one would want to sit with her anyway, she went into 'deep mode', muting out the outside noise and letting all her thoughts and ideas race through her mind.

But that didn't make her completely ignorant. Her senses told her thought that she had an audience and she wanted to ignore them at first, thinking they meant to do something irrelevant and unnecessary, but she still shifted her eyes to the side. She made out three students, at least, and one of them had an eerie presence that disturbed her. She went back to her book but was too curious about what was happening to really be able to focus. Right now was about enjoying herself, not studying poetry, although that was one of her favorite hobbies, so she carefully closed the book shut and placed it neatly on top of the pile. She didn't do so meticulously, she just was feeling too nervous.

Vince looked up and took in the students, judging them with seemingly expressionless eyes. There was a girl bright red hair, a dark-haired boy who was unfortunately drenched from the rain, another dark-haired boy, this one taller than the rest and fitted with a shy smile and polite demeanor, and the last one was another redhead. They were all interesting to look out but she wasn't entirely sure that she wanted to share the same compartment for the next few hours.

Of course Vince wasn't one to say something like that. Instead she pursed her lips, and cut her eyes to the first red-haired girl, then down to the floor.

“ Yes. ” She said it as plain as possible, though a little too softly. Just I'm case they didn't hear her, she moved her pile of books onto the floor between her legs, making room. The compartment wasn't that big, and would probably feeling smaller with four extra students, but it was already a miserable with the weather so she didn't feel like making it any worse by refusing entry to a room that wasn't hers. She just hoped that they wouldn't force her into doing anything she clearly didn't want to do, like have long conversations about dumb things. Small talk wasn't her forte, but she was okay at it. Thinking of her father, who advised her to try new things—she hated change—she figured that it wouldn't hurt to talk.

“ Vince, ” she offered, looking at all of them. The train whistle blew in the distance.

@Vince Stallings | @Marla Quinlan | @Nicholas Whitewood | @Veronica Turner

Isaac entered the compartment with nary a glance at the other students, wiping the hair from his eyes with a cascade of water dripping onto the ground. Upon seeing the puddle forming from his soaked boots, his mood grew stormier. Since he was the first to enter, the nearest spot was beside the book-reading girl. Without a word, he sat down beside her, not noticing that the water streaming from his clothes was ruining the literature carefully stacked between her legs.

He didn't know why he still held the photo beneath his fingers, crumpled and soggy from the rain. Maybe it was because he was unwilling to let go of it. The last time he had went to boarding school, the photo had been a constant presence at his bedside, reminding him of the warmth of home. Uncrumpling it carefully, it seemed almost like a mockery.

His sister's make-up covered face was smeared, purple ink leaking and pooling on her fine features. His mother's arm was missing, he had torn part of it out in his hasty attempt to rip his father from the picture. The bright blue sky looked duller, and upon touching it with a shaking finger, the tip of it came back stained sapphire. Still serves him right, Isaac thought, gazing out of the window, imagining that black car driving away.

Carelessly, he threw the picture on the floor and crushed it beneath his foot. It was then he realized, through the blur of his frustration, that she had spoken.

"Vince."

The name caused him to remember where he was all at once. They sat in a compartment of a train, heading to a wizarding-school, full of magic that was interesting, magic for freaks like himself and like all of the other people now filling the compartment. His mind worked like a machine, studying the people around him. This was the best time to do so, when everyone was getting ready for introductions.

To him, the redhead looked as if there was a battle raging inside her of some sort, though he had no clue what it could be. Easily angered, avoid. were his simple thoughts. The tall boy was polite, it seemed. Simple. I bet there's nothing in his head. At least he won't say anything to me. His conclusion on that was final. Finally, Vince. The glance he gave her was subtle. Shy, quiet, bookish. But you never knew. After all, these were people with 'magical talent.' Hopefully, none of them could read minds.

"Isaac," he introduced neutrally, pulling his suitcase closer. He wouldn't pretend to be happy in this situation, not when they already knew about his foul mood.

Veronica entered the compartment after the brunette who was drenched from the rain. She let a small sigh leave her mouth as she moved past him, to sit across from the female who was already seated inside the compartment. "Vince." That's a lovely name, a bit queer, but still lovely. Veronica smiled towards Vince, giving an indication that she acknowledged her. "Isaac." The brunette spoke as the water was slowly beginning to puddle around his feet, drenching the books that rested between Vince's feet.

Veronica glared at the puddle as it began to ruin perfectly good pieces of literature. Honestly, he could've at least attempted to dry himself off before boarding the train, instead of bringing all of the rain into the compartment that they all now shared. "My name is Veronica. It's a pleasure to meet you all." She turned her attention from the water and books towards everyone in the compartment. Vince, a lovely girl, who seemed to be quite a book worm. Isaac, the boy with his personal rainstorm that he seemed to bring with him everywhere. Another redhead, whom Veronica didn't know the name of yet, and another brunette with semi-curly hair who had wonderful manners. She hoped that everyone would get along, but something about Isaac seemed to bother her. If she wasn't careful, so could just end up getting into an unwanted confrontation.