Feb 28, 2019 10:21 pm
The Hogwarts Express
September 1, 1998
Letters have been received, supplies have been purchased from Diagon Alley, throngs of families have shown up to King's Cross and walked through the barrier to Platform 9 ¾, now all the students have boarded the train and are on their way to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
The Hogwarts Express trundles through the British countryside as sunshine glances through clouds high above, alighting the emerald greenery of the forests and fields. The carriages are packed with restless, excited students, and rumours about the Battle of Hogwarts are flying swiftly as messenger owls. Everyone seems to have their own stories.
There are a few jaded, aloof seventh years who, rumour has it, stayed behind to participate in the battle--even though some of them weren't of age at the time, and therefore weren't allowed to! Other seventh years tease them, claiming these "brave heroes" actually ran for the hills first chance they got. Some sixth, fifth and fourth years claim unbelievable tales of torture at the hands of Voldemort himself, and there are a number of now third and second years who still seem traumatized by the events of that past year at Hogwarts. There were many tearful, frightened goodbyes on Platform 9 ¾.
The wide-eyed first years don't know what to believe, but they've all been assured, time and time again, that under the authority of Professor Minerva McGonagall, Headmistress, hero of the Battle of Hogwarts, maybe one of the greatest witches of the era, there's no place safer. Some smirking older students claim that Professor McGonagall is, in fact, even more terrifying than He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named.
The excitement, the rumours, the chaos, it's all a bit much for an 11-year-old who's already undertaking an enormous adventure! A handful of first years find themselves hunting for a quiet compartment to duck into just to get away from it all for a moment, but for Caroline Scrivener, Bexley Fangbourne, Rafaella Souza and Ava Richardson, there doesn't seem to be a single compartment free. As the four first years wandered the train on their own, they've been chased out of a couple compartments by cliques of territorial upper-years, or found others packed full of chattering younger students.
Finally, at the end of one of the carriages, there's an empty compartment... Well, mostly empty. Curled up on a seat in the corner, legs pulled up on the seat, hiding his head between his knees, is a small, round-faced boy with curly sprigs of dark blond hair. He glances up as Caroline enters, wiping at tears. A fluffy, black, amber-eyed cat sits imperiously beside him, suspicious eyes almost daring an approach.
Take a moment to describe what your characters look like and what they were doing in the lead up to finding the last empty compartment!
Social turn order:
Caroline
Bex
Rafaella
Ava
GM
September 1, 1998
Letters have been received, supplies have been purchased from Diagon Alley, throngs of families have shown up to King's Cross and walked through the barrier to Platform 9 ¾, now all the students have boarded the train and are on their way to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
The Hogwarts Express trundles through the British countryside as sunshine glances through clouds high above, alighting the emerald greenery of the forests and fields. The carriages are packed with restless, excited students, and rumours about the Battle of Hogwarts are flying swiftly as messenger owls. Everyone seems to have their own stories.
There are a few jaded, aloof seventh years who, rumour has it, stayed behind to participate in the battle--even though some of them weren't of age at the time, and therefore weren't allowed to! Other seventh years tease them, claiming these "brave heroes" actually ran for the hills first chance they got. Some sixth, fifth and fourth years claim unbelievable tales of torture at the hands of Voldemort himself, and there are a number of now third and second years who still seem traumatized by the events of that past year at Hogwarts. There were many tearful, frightened goodbyes on Platform 9 ¾.
The wide-eyed first years don't know what to believe, but they've all been assured, time and time again, that under the authority of Professor Minerva McGonagall, Headmistress, hero of the Battle of Hogwarts, maybe one of the greatest witches of the era, there's no place safer. Some smirking older students claim that Professor McGonagall is, in fact, even more terrifying than He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named.
The excitement, the rumours, the chaos, it's all a bit much for an 11-year-old who's already undertaking an enormous adventure! A handful of first years find themselves hunting for a quiet compartment to duck into just to get away from it all for a moment, but for Caroline Scrivener, Bexley Fangbourne, Rafaella Souza and Ava Richardson, there doesn't seem to be a single compartment free. As the four first years wandered the train on their own, they've been chased out of a couple compartments by cliques of territorial upper-years, or found others packed full of chattering younger students.
Finally, at the end of one of the carriages, there's an empty compartment... Well, mostly empty. Curled up on a seat in the corner, legs pulled up on the seat, hiding his head between his knees, is a small, round-faced boy with curly sprigs of dark blond hair. He glances up as Caroline enters, wiping at tears. A fluffy, black, amber-eyed cat sits imperiously beside him, suspicious eyes almost daring an approach.
OOC:
Take a moment to describe what your characters look like and what they were doing in the lead up to finding the last empty compartment!
Social turn order:
Caroline
Bex
Rafaella
Ava
GM
