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Ralph Digby Hamilton

It had been a mad rush to get from Weymouth to London and then from the hotel to the train, but there they were, staring at a blank brick pillar. The ministry man had told Ralph to run at it like a loony and he'd get through, but looking at its solidity made him think that was bad advice.

 

Or it would have had he possessed a single ounce of critical thinking. Hugging his mom goodbye as his sister wept bitterly, soaking his basketball shorts through so it look like he wet himself, Ralph promised to write daily (he wouldn't) and then turned to face the pillar. "BOMBS AWAAAAAAYYY!!!"

 

He bolted as fast as his weight would allow, the trolly rolling slightly out-of-control in front of him as he charged for the pillar. Certainly more than a few all-muggle families stopped to stare at this crazy fat kid running head on into a wall, but just as he approached it for certain disaster, a well-placed family of ten blocked him from view and he disappeared from all the Muggles' view.

 

"WOAH!" Ralph was utterly overwhelmed by the sight of the shiny red train sitting on the tracks, the words Hogwarts Express clearly marked on it. This really was happening. He was going to learn how to turn his enemies into frogs and stuff and there was nothing anybody could do to stop him. Well, except for his own inability, but that's to come later. Plodding along, he climbed into a car at random, elbowing past several students and plopping into the first empty compartment he saw. With any luck, at the very least @Harmony Granger-Weasley would find him.

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Harmony Granger-Weasley

Everything was so much bigger than Harmony could ever imagine. The tales her elder cousins wove were helpful (for instance, she knew she wouldn't be stuck in the brick wall if she waited too long), but they did not grasp the concept of seeing it the first time. The Hogwarts Express. The most magical train in the world, would be taking HER to Hogwarts. Harmony was going to be a witch! It would take her seven years of course, but she already was past step one: get a wand

 

"Isn't this great, Jean? Harmony cuddled her oversized kitten. Jean was only 6 months old, but a feisty booger and living up to the annoying-family-cat dynamic already. Jean was more interested in her necklace, and pawed at the green charm. "Silly kitty. No pawing at mummy's necklace." Cooing, Harmony scratched the silver mane that was developing quite nicely as Jean got older. Harmony noticed that Jean was getting larger day by day, but wondered when Jean would stop growing. The breed was known for being larger than most, but those were in the extreme. 

 

Next, Harmony clutched her father in an embrace, squishing Jean between them who let out an annoyed grunt. She hoped her father would be okay without her, the school year was a long time to be away and Harmony had never been away from home that long. Hugo wished her the best of luck, and gave other fatherly advice that Harmony appreciated. 

 

"Yes da, I know, love you!" She gave him one more squeeze (unfortunate for the grumpy cat between them), and made her way off towards the train. Once she dropped her luggage off, she began to try and find a good compartment to sit in. Maybe Ralph will be here. Her Pre-Hogwarts Primary buddy was surely somewhere on the train. Peeking into compartment after compartment (and receiving many stares in the process), Harmony finally found her friend and ducked into the room. 

 

"Ralph! So good to see ya!" She exclaimed, before sitting down, and letting go of Jean. "This is my kitten, Jean. I'm sure you'll be well-acquainted soon enough. How's your day been? Excited?" Harmony was more nervous than excited. Overwhelmed would be an understatement.  

Edited by Harmony Granger-Weasley

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Finn Holly

Kings Cross station was a confused flurry of shouting porters, whistles, people dodging and tearing through barriers. A disembodied voice announced arrivals and departures. Finn had visited this train station only twice before. Once as a toddler to send Eric off to Hogwarts, and again in his final year. With his own eyes, he’d witnessed his brother vanish into the age-old structure. His grip tightened nervously around the trolly handle, stomach muscles bracing themselves for impact.
 
“Don’t let your eyes deceive you, Finn. The wall isn’t really there at the moment,” Eric encouraged, giving Finn’s shoulders a quick squeeze. The younger blonde hesitated, lowering his chin into an unconvincing nod. “This is goodbye then?” Eric shrugged and offered a half-smile that didn’t quite resonate through his eyes. “I’ll see you for Christmas. Go.”
 
Finn rolled his shoulders back with a deep breath and beelined for the wall without looking back, the diverging trolly wheels clacking hard against the brick surface. Next, the world around him faded away in place of bright rays of sunlight beaming down from above. In the midst of it, basking in all its glory was the famous Hogwarts Express. Starstruck and with parted lips, he stood dumb and flabbergasted for all of a minute before being ushered along to the luggage drop-off point.
 
The compartments were filling up fast with the eager flush of first years rolling in. There was no sign of Nico or Chris and the window seats were all mostly claimed. “Keep moving!” The conductor called into the backed up cart, so Finn slipped into an open compartment and closed the door behind him. He faced his peers and assessed the damage. Harmony was alright if a bit dense, but seeing Ralph shot a sharp chill down his spine. “Hey,” he said meekly, claiming the seat next to Harmony, nearly stepping on the tail of a certain fluff ball purring against her legs. “Oi,” he said. “This rascal yours?”

 

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Nico Pichardo

Why had no one thought to tell him just how overwhelming this whole thing would be? With all the questions he'd asked, it surprised him they'd left that bit out. Nico found his head whipping from side to side, trying to take everything in but it all went too quickly. He couldn't decide as he stood on the platform with everyone and their grandma whizzing past him whether he wanted to be there anymore. Hogwarts! Yes! And on the other hand.. strangers, no mum, booooo.

 

It was a miracle the boy pulled himself together after bidding his mum a farewell with absolutely no tears shed, ahem, enough to join the others on the train. At least he hadn't been alone, that'd been a bright spot, knowing his cousin (who he figured at this point had finally pushed past the stranger danger zone) was there too. Saying her goodbyes, boarding the train and all of that. She'd looked so eager to find.. someone. Had she told him? It was hard to say in between all the hugs but someone should be proud that he hadn't appeared as nervous as he was. Nico wanted her to go off, have her fun since she actually knew people here.

 

Well, he supposed he did too but with so many faces in one place they all kind of blurred together into one big blob. Luckily for him something stood out, a cat! In a compartment that had.. people who he didn't bother to look at before sliding open the door, wondering if he'd have to push someone aside to get a window seat at this rate. It was then he realized he recognized the kids in there, mostly. "Cute cat.." So much for hello.. but he thought he had his priorities right.

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Christina Bishop

Traveling required leisure wear, it was as simple as that.

 

There was no way in God's green earth that Chris would spend the entirety of the train ride wearing a bloody skirt and stuffy robes. She would be doing enough of that at Hogwarts, and she couldn't bare to think what her mates would say at the sight of her looking the slightest bit feminine. Chris could already hear Asher's incomprehensible accent in her ear, sounding as though he had a mouth full of peanut butter while simultaneously saying she looked all kinds of wrong... Finn on the other hand would prolly just gape at her with his ocean eyes long enough to give her a bellyache. 

 

 Why couldn't girls wear trousers? OR EVEN TRACKSUITS OR SWEATS? Chris felt comfortable in her grey hoodie and a matching sweatpants, her hair up in its signature ponytail as she stood contemplating boarding the locomotive. 

 

She sighed heavily as she turned to her Dad for one final farewell. The bald headed man had been quite silent on the drive , quite a feat seeing as it had been nearly a four hour drive from Derbyshire. The blonde gnawed on her bottom lip, realizing that Bryan's eyes looked slightly glassy as if he were on the verge of spilling tears... the mere thought of his father crying made Christina's own eyes water. She hadn't seen him this emotional since the divorce. "Don't Dad. Don't you dare... you'll barely notice I'm gone and I'll be back for Christmas and.... I'll miss you." she wrapped her arms around her father and squeezed as hard as she could, receiving a kiss on the top of her head in return. Bryan grinned and nodded, saying something about missing her train and began pushing her towards the Hogwarts Express. 

 

"Bye Dad." She muttered, sniffling slightly as she tugged on the strings of her hoodie and climbed aboard the train. Feeling a bit lost and insecure, her only goal was to find  at least one friend. Chris couldn't count how many times she was shoved before stumbling upon a compartment window with a few familiar faces in sight... though Finn would be the only one she considered to be her friend, the rest were mere acquaintances from Primary. She knocked on the door, a closed lipped smile on her face as she slide it open and strategically wormed her way inside. 

 

"Finnster! The only rascal I see here is you... Have you seen Asher? Of course you haven't, seeing as he'd be hard to miss with that ugly mug..." she prattled as squeezed past Nico and settled beside Finn... perhaps she should acknowledge everybody else? "Hello... everybody else!" 

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Markus Robinson

Markus was running late. He knew the train to go to Hogwarts left at a certain time and he had to be on that train as there was no others that could get him where he needed to go. So he was running through London, knowing the looks he must be getting as he was dragging his trunk as well.

 

Finally, he arrived at Kings Cross Station, it was nearing the time the train left. He made his way to the legendary pillar he knew would take him onto Platform 9 and 3/4. He kept lugging the trunk, which was silly when you thought about it with trollys around, but Markus wasn’t thinking.

 

He ran at the pillar and right through onto the platform. Great, the train was still there. But it was also crowded, and Markus shyed away from crowds. He made his way onto the train, which in some ways was worse, but found the first cabin he came to and slid open the door and went in, sliding it shut behind him. Wait, did that just lock behind him? Or was it just the click of the door?

 

Markus wasn’t sure, but he finally looked in the cabin to see it was quite full already, including a kitty. “Ooh, Cat! I love animals!”  he exclaimed. “Oh, right, Hi everyone.” He recognised a few of them from Pre Hogwarts Primary but this was still relatively all new people to him. “I’m Markus, but you can call me Mark.”

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Ralph Digby Hamilton

It took maybe a minute for Harmony to locate him, like she was drawn to him or something. So long as it was her, Ralph was sure it'd be a pretty cool train ride. A lot of the other people at PHP had seemed stand-offish, not that he had a word for it, and he didn't much care for them. Harmony, though? She was chill and fun to hang out with, plus her grandmother was, like, super important. For someone like Ralph, that was usually clutch. The fact that his mother was Head Teacher at his primary school was the only reason he'd advanced each school year. They didn't tell him this, but it was the truth.

 

Unfortunately, it wasn't long before others joined them in their compartment, as well, including three people he didn't know, although one of the boys didn't like picking his nose. Recalling this, Ralph promptly shoved his finger up his nose to fetch whatever was tickling him and get it out. Mark was the last person to join, just as the train lurched forward and the door slid shut behind him. Mark had seemed an alright sort on his one encounter with him, and Ralph even sort of remembered him.

 

Well, to be honest if he'd been asked he would have said his name was Luke, but that was neither here nor there.

 

After a solid thirty seconds of swivelling his finger around in his left nostril, Ralph pulled it out, successful in his mission. A small dried bogey was stuck under his finger nail like the disgusting goblin that he was - not to be confused with the really cool goblins at Grimgotts - and he promptly stuck his finger in his mouth and ate it before turning his attention to Harmony. And the cat he'd just realized she brought in.

 

Uh oh.

 

"Uhh... Well- Umm..." Ralph stared at the cat, Jean, who was eyeing him rather overeagerly. There was a reason he was a dog person, and it was spelled a-l-l-e-r-g-i-e-s, at least according to his smart aleck little sister whose IQ was roughly triple his. "I- ACHOO!"

 

PBBBTHT

 

It reverberated off the walls and ceiling of the compartment. It vibrated the window he was sitting next to. It filled the air of the compartment with noxious gas, an odor so heinous dung beetles would flee the room for greener pastures. Ralph had known he shouldn't have the second batch of beans that morning, but he'd also known his own weakness. And now five innocent people and a cat would pay for his crimes with him.

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Harmony Granger-Weasley

If Harmony had any thought she was going to have a peaceful train ride to Hogwarts, it disappeared the moment her future classmates began to pile into the compartment. Thankfully, Jean was perfectly well behaved and seemed to enjoy the attention the others were giving her.  Harmony was too, but at this moment Jean's worries and concerns were more important than her own, lest she turn into rotten!Jean. 

 

"Her name is Jean, she seems to love people, most of the time. Though she's just a kitten right now, who knows what will happen in the next few months." At least Jean wasn't directly related to Crookshanks, her grandmother's old cat who had a reputation for being not well behaved. There was hope for her, and if Harmony had anything to do with it her cat would be the best behaved specimen in Hogwarts.

 

Harmony was this close to adding the fun-fact that Egyptians used to worship cats, but refrained in fear of it making her seem to smart. She was on a mission, and she didn't want her Hermione showing. In fact, Hermione had told her the little snippet when she adopted Jean for the first time. The snippet would simply have to wait until either she was outed as a genius or her classmates figured it out themselves. 

 

Thankfully, her brief worry dissipated when a disgusting sound followed by a horrid smell filled the air. Chaos ensued once the smell hit Jean's cat-nose. With an angry screech, the kitten's hackles rose, and her fur puffed out as she catapulted herself straight into the poo-patrator's lap, clinging to his chest and smashing her tail against his nose. 

 

"JEAN, naughty!" Scolded Harmony in a nasal-like tone. Her fingers pinched her nose, which kept out the smell well enough. "I'm so sorry Ralph. She's just a kitten, your uh... fart startled her. Are you sure it was really just a fart? Do you need to use the loo?" Harmony was, of course, used to farts due to being raised in the Weasley Clan, but this sounded like it was nearly on a different level. 

 

Edited by Harmony Granger-Weasley

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Finn Holly

“Chris, you’re late,” Finn said, feigning disappointment. He flashed a wry, uneasy tug-of-the-lips at the mention of @Asher Leighton. The odds of the half-wit missing the train weren’t terribly low. “We’ll look for him in a bit,” he promised with due apprehension. “Let’s give the hallway a chance to clear out.” 
 
A gentle drag pressed them back into their seats. Outside, a thousand people waved and a zealous few ran alongside the train to the end of the platform, where they stopped and grew small very fast. Finn felt his head spinning with anticipation, dry eyes facing forward and occasionally glancing out the window to see the platform glide off into the horizon.
 
Their compartment almost bore semblance to something sweet and cheerful—”She’s just a kitten?!”—when Ralph released the One Fart to Rule Them All—and blessed be the fruit, for their lineages would end in this room. Jean was the first to react, clinging helplessly onto Ralph with nails she herself had manicured.
 
Finn was stunned, the scent permeating every nook and corner of the room before he even realized what happened, and when he did it was too late. His nose scrunched in disgust, and he swallowed hard to counter the pressure building at the back of his throat. “Harmony, hold your kitten still for a bit. Nico, Mark, the door!” Finn begged, his voice nasal from refusing 
to breathe through his nose rather than holding it as Harmony did. “Chris, get the window!” 
 

Edited by Finn Holly

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Nico Pichardo

It wasn't until the finger went in the nose that it dawned on Nico why he looked so familiar, mind flashing back to when he'd become nose picker two in the brunettes mind. Why had he chosen this compartment again? Oh right. The cat. He tried to turn his attentions back to the animal which ended up being very hard to do because.. yuck. Ick. 

 

Was it too much to ask that someone stick a paper bag over the kids head so he wouldn't be subjected to his picking? Now before someone gets the wrong idea and thinks him judgy, Nico was actually firmly in the 'you do you, boo' camp, normally, but it was difficult in this situation when the boy proceeded to eat whatever he'd managed to pick out.. and if that wasn't bad enough in the next second he'd farted.

 

Not just a little one either. The smell was like a smack to the face and it was everywhere. And was it just him or did he seemed delighted in grossing them out?

 

Someone send help. Nico was fairly certain his face had to be turning a little green as he felt his stomach protest against the disgusting smell, but at Finn's command he forced himself to focus and move towards the compartment door, still wishing he could stick his head in his shirt collar or that boy out the window.

Edited by Nico Pichardo

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Christina Bishop

"Hullo Mark, and Jean of course." she quickly addressed the boy and the cat, the first with a small nod and the latter with a toothy grin before turning her attention back to her comrade. There was plenty of time at Hogwarts to learn names and actually commit them to memory, but for now she felt pressed to cling to familiarity and that meant clinging to Finn. "I was not late... you were just early." Chris argued softly, nudging into the boy's shoulder as she tugged on the cuffs of her sleeves to make herself more comfortable seeing as they were to spend a few more minutes inside this particular compartment.

 

"Alright, sounds like a plan mate." She muttered agreeably enough, though she also planned to track down a few other friends of her own. This experience would be incomplete without presence of @Jane Gregory and @Faye Danvers. Christina Bishop needed all the support she could get, and friends provided the best kind of distraction. She could hardly tell that she was nervous as she looked around the space, her eyes wandering towards the one called Ralph and his oddly contorted face... Chris' brows furrowed as she concentrated on figuring out what was happening. He looked as though he was about to sneeze...

 

"Bless..." she trailed off before she could put to practice her manners, realizing that his sneeze had been accompanied by unplanned flatulence.  The effects of second hand embarrassment came to play rather quickly as her cheeks reddened, more so as she caught a whiff of something.

 

"MOTHER OF GOD." Chris bellowed as the stench wafted into her nostrils. Her eyes watered. She coughed, the action itself comparable to gagging... The smell was so vile, she was sure her nose hairs were incinerating at an accelerated pace and so were her brain cells. It was nothing short of a miracle that her ears still worked. "Please tell me you did not just crap yourself...." she grumbled at Ralph as she jumped up and headed towards the window as instructed, her fingers wrapping around the lock firmly in order to unlock it. After the third time attempting to pull the window open, she threw her arms up exasperatedly. 

 

"FINN. THE DAMN THING WON'T OPEN, AND I'M PRETTY SURE I'M GOING TO DIE!" 

 

At least nobody would see her sporting a skirt... Christina Bishop, ever the dramatic optimist. 

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Markus Robinson

Mark was just happy to be in a compartment with anyone to be honest with you. But right now there were other things going on in that compartment that made him think he would rather be in any other compartment. Why did he come in here? There was that stench, and as it happened, it permeated through everything, Mark was pretty sure it was even going to be in the clothes he was wearing.

 

He tugged on the door to try and escape, but just as Chris had bellowed about the window, the same was true of the door. "IT'S STUCK!" Mark cried desperately over to Finn as he kept trying to make the door open. It was like it was locked. Maybe it really had locked when he entered, he was the last one in. This was all his fault!

 

"I'm sorry," he whispered. "This is my fault, I shouldn't have closed the door in the first place" Even though he was pretty sure they would close when the train had launched off at the platform. But he was too busy moping about his stupid mistake right now. "I... can't... breathe..." Mark tried to take mouthfuls of air but all he got was more of the stench. Oh my giddy aunt, what had they gotten themselves into?

 

His tugging on the door wasn't helping, so instead, he decided to turn his attention to the one that had dealt it, and realised he recognised the boy from Crystal Fountain Park. They had run into each other there before. Mark sighed. "That is nasty. Sorry, but just stating the truth." Markus commented. He was a very matter of fact person was Mark.

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Ralph Digby Hamilton

Ralph had grown so used to his own foul odor at this point in his life that he barely noticed the after effects himself. His complete lack of social graces was also a bit of an issue at this point, as not only did he find himself unable to smell the fumes he'd released into the air of the compartment, he also found the reactions of the others in the car to be rather hilarious. So he laughed loudly for all of half a second before Harmony's cat was clinging to him. 

 

"AAAH!!" he shrieked in an appropriately girlish squeal as Jean's claws dug into his t-shirt. "Harmony, I'm- AAAAACHOOOOO!!!!!" He pulled the large cat off and tossed her gently onto Harmony's lap, trying desperately not to injure his friend's pet. "I'm allergic."

 

A glob of snot the size of a golf ball shot away from his face in general and landed smack in the middle of the compartment, making a pleasant splatting sound on impact. It was the largest bogey he had ever seen in his 11 and some odd years of life. It was green and yellow, partially translucent but not entirely, and everything about it screamed filthy slime.

 

"Bloody hell," Ralph let out, belching slightly as he spoke. "I've ever sneezed out a bogey that size before! Excellent!" And then, odors and slime forgotten, he began to laugh in earnest. He was clearly off to a great start at Hogwarts.

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Seeley Pichardo

The arrival had Kings Cross had been more of a blur this year then ever before.  At least that was what it felt like to Seeley; not that she could even really remember what it had felt like on that very first year anymore.  With her cart loaded down with all of her things and her parents, Talus and the addition of Nico and Aunt Aida to the group this time it all seemed so much more stifling and crowded and the fifteen year old found herself in even more of a hurry to say her goodbyes and climb onto the train.  

 

Not that she felt like she had to get away from her younger cousin by any stretch, but everything changed this year... everything.  And no where was that more evident by the fact that as she did lead the way, with Nico behind her, up the stairs and onto the train, she slid her hand into her pocket and pulled out the badge with the word 'Prefect' emblazoned onto it.  It appeared @Addison Toft had been right in her prediction and Seeley only hoped she could follow through on her promise to the older girl and make her proud.  

 

All the responsibility, all the power.  It all came into play the moment the train started moving, but first... 

 

The blonde turned to her cousin quickly and sighed.  "Look, I have to go find someone..." Thoughts of Desmond on her mind as she hoped to catch a quick moment with him before she followed through on the job she had to do.  "But, I'll come back and check on you, okay?"  And with that, she was off, not even waiting for an answer.  She'd been flung into this and he would be fine.  They were related after all - sink or swim.  


True to her word, some time later the fifth year did make her way back down the train, peeking into compartment doors in search of @Nico Pichardo.  He couldn't have gotten too far from where she had left him. 

 

Edited by Seeley Pichardo

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