Ooc:// Now I suppose, just we can't go too far if YummiLand still wants to join. After tomorrow, I'll decide whether or not to move with the plot.

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 Summer, the sweet healing sun and freedom was soon going to be lost within the school year. Though, it didn't matter...Hogwarts was the last school in the universe to ever not be something to be experienced. It was only so long prior that my letter was sent by messenger owl. The joy and zeal fluttered my emotions tremendously. Time resisted to run and take me to the day I would board Hogwarts Express. After the slow days following the letter's entrance into my knowledge, I was able to get my items for the upcoming year. Shuffling everything onto a cart, it was time to go to the train station. With a bright shining sun above my head, what else could go wrong? 

 Characters will have items loaded and going to set destination: Train Station to board Hogwarts Express.

 Canary yellow, that is how the sun gleamed. Clouds brazed the lushes blue sky, Natalia peered through the car window. Despite her pure-blood stature, her parents seemed to keep their spiteful opinions about the muggles to themselves. Giving a slight sigh, Natalia she moved her eyes towards the upcoming train station. A bright and excited smile formed between the young girl's lips. 

 "Now, Natalia--remember to represent your family's name in the highest position. We don't need disapointment." The cooing sound of the girl's mother up rose through the car.

 The smile dispersed back to a scowl, "Yes, Mother."

 The sound of her voice was striped of all emotion, it was bland and tenacious. The car parked just outside the train station, since it wasn't Natalia's first year her parents just dropped her off. She could feel the pressure of the school year tighten in her lungs, Natalia gave her good-byes and told her parent's she would write every now and again. 

 Loading the cart by her lonesome self, Natalia waved good-bye as the parents started the car and drove away. Giving another sigh, not a sigh of upset feeling...but one of relief, Natalia giggled and turned towards the train station.

 "Such kill joys, foreal!" She chimmed as she dragged the cart with all her clothes, wand, books, and of course her cat, Calvin Jenkins. 

Adolf 

Clusters of people swarmed the station, Adolf easily found his way around the crowds. His nonchalant attitude kept him calm through the stressful noise. The brick colons linking the building together rested with solace. The blunt color of the bricks curled with age, Adolf brazed the back of his head with his right hand. His left hand held a firm grip on his luggage, as he waited for people to disperse so he could make his chance through the column. 

**Jared will make his appearance on the train, you can only do this with a third character and when you have writer's block.

"Bye, Sweetie! I love you!"

Amie groaned. "Love you too, Dad," She mumbled, embarra.ssed of her father. Quickly, she rushed onto the Hogwarts Express in order to get away from her Dad. On her shoulder, Whitney chirped loudly and Amie shushed her. "Shut up," She hissed to the owl, which obeyed. Hiding herself with as much hair as she could, Amie strode to one of the compartments, her face red. She stuffed her two suitcases up in the space above her, then locked Whitney in her owl cage. The owl flew up to her perch, chirping softly. Amie shook her head at the pygmy owl, then set the cage to the side of her. She let out a sigh of relief. Ah, Hogwarts. She couldn't wait to go back.

"Make me proud." her father stated in a bitter tone that was known well by herself as with the school.  The girl nodded, "Yes Father." she said in a daughterly tone, her bags still in his strong hands.  He pas.sed them to her swiftly and harshly.  "And don't do anything idiotic that will disdain our family into an era of stupidity." he continued roughly, shooing the big black cat that was his daughter's companion with his foot.  "And also, don't waste all your time with putrid 'untouchables'".  The girl held her belongings behind her, the animal curling itself upon her trunk.  She nodded in understanding and looked towards the ground, her father's words were always the same.  She sighed, and moved a free strand of brown from her eyes and turned abruptly to go.  When she was several meters away her father called back to her... "And... uh... Silviana...?" her father said in the same bitter tone.  His daughter turned without a word and met her eyes to her father's to show she was listening.  The man pulled a box from his pocket and opened it, motioning for his girl to come near.  "Hold out your wrist, Silviana."  Silvie did as she was told and was shocked when she felt the cool metal kiss her faire skin... a wide smile grew on her face as she took in its beauty.  She was at a loss for words as she gawked and stared at the jewlry.  "But...what is it--" her father cut her off.  "I missed your birthday this summer because of work.  I needed to find you something special. Flip it over" he replied roughly, not knowing how to explain in a kind way.  She did as she was told and looked at the engraving in the back "Silviana Elizabeth... my pride and joy" The girl didnt need any words to know that the bracelet meant I love you... She ran into her father unexpecting arms and kissed his cheek.  "I love you too, daddy." she whispered...  she heard a friend of her's call her name behind her "SILVIE!"... she turned abruptly and with one last look at her father, she collected her things and disappeared into a mas.s of students.

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Drewn tapped his foot impatiently, his arms were crossed as he leaned against the stalled train.  He was surrounded by a group of boys around his age which all disappeared into the crowds when their families called.  "About time, Leigh." he greeted Silvie with a wicked smile.  He watched his friend roll her eyes as she punched him in the shoulder... kicking over his luggage as she did so.  "Woah.  Someone's not playing today." he sneered, grabbing his bags in his hands.

"Shut up, Drewn." Silvie growled, raising an eyebrow in a challenging taunt.  She held her luggage in a tight grip, and a large feline wrapped its tail around her ankles.  She stroked the animal before turning on her heel and disappearing into the train.  She heard the echos of Drewn's footsteps behind her as the two made it to a familiar car that they traveled in so many times before.

"Well, here we go again.  Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry." Silvie reported, her arms crossed as she leaned calmly in her seat.  Her emerald eyes flickering across the faces of the other students who were still trying to frantically get on the train.  "Lousy first years.  We werent even that obnoxious at 11." Silvie spat in disgust.  Her feline curled itself next to her and purred lightly as she stroked him behind the ear. 

Drewn gave a wicked smile and nodded, glancing out the same window as he ran his fingertips across the velvet seats.

There was fighting the entire way. His father still hated the way the muggle cars were set and Westley, offering to drive the blasted thing, hadn't helped the situation. By the time they arrived at the traisation there were five shouting Germans about to blow a fuse, all swearing at eachother in the language they were more familiar with. Except for his sisters, who screamed not in anger but fear. They loved their parents and their brother, and Wes knew it pained them dearly to see them fight, especially at a time like this. Westley knew they couldn't understand that not every father hits their wife and children, and remorse filled him as he got out of the car. He leaved through the open door and embrased his sisters, first one and then ther other. He would have to leave them for the moment and, in English, he quietly promised him that he'd make everything better. Proof that it was sealed? A 'good-bye' bite from Czar, the family owl. As he grabbed his things, he wondered if he'd be able to keep such a promise.

After an awful farewell that Wes would not like to think about any time soon, he walked into the platform alone. He didn't talk to anybody, ignoring the stares from the adults. Here was a teen in ratty clothes and faded denim with dark hair and sun-bleached streaks. (It annoyed him that his hair looked like he tampered it. He'd been blonde when he was young and it darkened through his life, pray for where the sun had really hit it.) The only way it could be worse is if he'd had to take the stupid owl with him. He liked Czar, but he bit alot.

Wes walked through the pbarrier with ease, sucking his bitten finger to keep the blood from spilling. He was in no rush, but he walked by the hugging families quickly, not wanted to be reminded just yet. At the very least his bit mark, one of many, sealed quickly and he took his finger out of his mouth. He then used his free, right hand to touch his left forarm, feeling his security blanket.

The thin, metal armbrace was rigged. His father had come home drunk one evning, now several years ago, and had acsidently broken Westley's arm. The twins were too young to remember, but Wes kept the brace. As he grew, he shifted the tiny screws and eventually spray painted it black so it hid easily under a wizarding robe. He'd created a pair of small leather stips, too, to hold his wand perfectly in place. He knew he wasn't supposed to have it, but he p*censored*ed on hus luggage quickly and slipped on the train.

A pair of younger (and much shorter) Slytherin girls walked by with proud looks on their faces, likely seccond years. Westley almost snarled. His father wanted him so desprately to be in Slytherin, but Wes wouldn't have it. His mother had always been more supportive of her children, and Wes didn't even know what the houses stood for. He could barely grasp the English language and still preffered to speak German when he could. With this, though, odds where that he wouldn't get the opportunity.

Technically, Westley was a first year and he had no idea what house he'd be in. For the first few weeks, his scedual would jump from cl*censored* to cl*censored*. Being a transfer student, it seemed that Hogwarts was a little confused on where to place him. Westley's best guess was that he'd be moved from cl*censored*es until he started p*censored*ing, which would likely be the ones he stayed in. He'd only missed half of his 6th Year at Durmstrang, but he'd have to take the year over at Hogwarts.

What a pain.

Westley slipped onto the train with ease, avoiding contact with a few people as possible. He could feel the brace on his left arm, the thin straps of metal hugging his skin lightly. Something about it, amoung all these unwelcoming faces and new people, was comforting, as if reminding him he wasn't going to let anybody hurt him again. He'd been hurt once and once was deffinately enough.

((Sorry, I'm a litle braindead today.))

"Oh, Whitney..."

Amie held her face in her hands, completely embarras.sed and annoyed by her owl, who just loved to sing today. "Soon people will pull the curtain back and ask what in the Bloody Hell's goin' on," She mumbled into her palms. Whitney answered Amie with a loud tweet, then stayed completely still. Not moving, not singing, not anything. Thank God, thought Amie, who lifted her head up and placed her hands in her lap.

One of silvie's arms was on her chest, the other hanging freely off the edge of the seat as she sprawled on the velvet cushion, her legs on Drewn's lap, her hair fell in neat locks over the seat.  Her head was closest to the window... Her eyes narrowed dangerously to the Gryffindor who foolishly sat in her and Drewn's car.  She released a noise that sounded somewhat like a low growl before her eyes repositioned themself as they drifted to look at the newcomer.  "Go for it." she stated expressionlessly, throwing her legs off Drewn's lap and crossing them gracefully as her feet rested on the floor. In her mind she thought, Sure... its not like we have all slytherin in here.  All we need is a ravenclaw and we'll be set. she didnt show this on her face.  She brought her body up and her hair fell neatly about her shoulders, she crossed her arms and moved a free strand of brown from her dark green eyes.  Her eyes held a cold hearted gleam that was known well about the school... her name was known throughout her house and the others.  To her house, she was one of the best, to others... she was not one to meet after dark.  Her feline curled about her newly repositioned feet, as she scanned the two people whom came into the department.  She redirected her gaze to the window, and didnt speak another word.

~

Drewn sighed and nodded to the boy, "Yeah.  Make yourself at home." he stated expressionlessly, his gaze not moving from the Gryffindor.  Or...GryffinDORK as he and silvie called them.  But that fact changed nothing as he ran his fingers through his dark hair and crossed his arms across his own chest, an eyebrow raised as he debated whether to switch cars or not... he decided it best to remain where he was... he could tell that Silvie was deffinatly thinking harsher thoughts in her mind... and he wondered if the gryffindor or the newcomer were aware of the rumors quickly spreading of his friend's father's involvement in the dark arts.