Why the front?!(Vincent + any younger students)

[Gregory Goyle Jr.]

The taxi pulled in and parked in front of King's Cross Station. Gregory sat in the back with a scowl on his face. His father had barely been home all summer. Gregory had only seen glimpses of him and had barely had a conversation with him. Gregory knew his father was busy with his "work" but it hadn't become apparent to how busy until Gregory had received an owl from his father, while he was at home. If his father was so busy he had to send owls, what could he possibly be doing? The owl had outraged Greg. He had to ride in the front of the train? With all the sniveling first years and nosy Professors?

Needless to say Greg was not in a good mood as he exited the Taxi. Greg's human butler quickly went about getting a trolley and packing up the trunks. A human butler was off use, especially since house elfs weren't allowed to be seen by muggles. Greg didn't even wait for the butler to finish loading his trunk, he merely began to walk into King's Cross. His butler scrambled to keep up. Greg didn't even slow down and stepped through the barrier between platforms 9 and 10 and didn't care who saw him. Greg walked to the Hogwarts Express without a glance or word to anybody at the platform.

Greg climbed into the train, dreadfully close to the front of and began to look for a compartment. Well, not so much as look than as walked to the first compartment he saw. Greg ripped the door open and looked in at the three first years sitting there. "Out!" He growled. One first year had the nerve to look him right in the face and say, "No." Needless to say that first year was thrown out the window in no time. Greg turned to the remaining two. "Well?" He asked, raising a eyebrow. "We are telling a Professor!" They both said in unison and ran. Greg caught them by the scruff of their neck. "One word to a Professor, and it will be your last." He whispered into their ears. The tone in his voice was not to be taken lightly and the first years ran.

The trunks of the three followed the first boy out of the window. Greg turned to his butler and motioned to a overhead compartment. He than sat down and the butler began to put his trunk away. Once he was done Greg waved him away. "You can go now, and if you see Vincent point him to this compartment." With that Greg turned to look out the window and was silent.

[cokacola1331]

Gerek quickly stepped out of his uncle's smelly car. He walked toward platform 9 and 3/4 without saying a word to his uncle Bilbo. "Hey"snarled his uncle. "Aren't you going to say bye,you ungrateful nephew." Gerek ignored his uncle and passed through the wall into the Platform 9 and 3/4. He didn't need to say bye to his uncle. His uncle thought he should be grateful because Gerek's parents died and he had to live with him? Gerek laughed out loud and walked onto the train. He opened one of the first doors he saw. He walked into the compartment to see a big muscular older student. Gerek walked into the compartment cautiously,afraid the older boy might slug him. "Hope you don't mind me sitting here", he said as nicely as he could. Gerek was not usually nice but when it came to talking to older kids or bigger kids he usually pretended to be nice. "To bad" thought Gerek, there will only be littler first years to bully around. He couldn't wait until his seventh year. He would have plenty of little kids to bully around.

[pandora]

The long sleek car pulled up outside the train station and a small pale girl stepped out of the back seat. The chauffeur jumped out of the front of the car and raced about in a panic to get her things from the trunk, being careful not to make any eye contact. From within the darkness of the car a voice wafted out, “Now Pandora dear, remember to make friends with the older Slytherins as quickly as you can. They’ll be able to show you which people are worthy of your attention. You’ll understand if I don’t walk you to the train. Muggles make my head hurt.” Pandora rolled her eyes once before turning to flash a smile to her mother. The smile never quite reached her eyes. “No worries Mum. I’m sure I’ll be fine between here and the train.” With that, Pandora turned on her heel, and marched off into the station without so much as a backward glance. The chauffeur raced about behind her trying to keep up while dragging her luggage.

A large tabby cat jumped from the backseat of the car before the door closed and tagged along beside Pandora’s heels. Pandora reached the platform and passed right through without hesitation. Her chauffeur stared wide-eyed for a moment and then, looking around nervously, approached the wall. He took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and ran headlong through the gate. He only stopped after almost running over some poor first year on the other side. Breathing a sigh of relief, he spotted Pandora at the front of the train.

Pandora climbed onto the train and opened the first door she came to. Spotting two people inside already, she stopped in the doorway and looked them both over. Deciding quickly that Greg was obviously NOT a first year and therefore in charge of this cabin, she turned to him and said calmly, “I must assume this is YOUR cabin. May I take a seat or have you already made arrangements for them?”

[cokacola1331]

Gerek twiddled with his fingers avoiding eye contact with the older Slytherin boy. Suddenly the door opened showing a girl about his age. Gerek was tempted to say something but then changed his mind after remembering the big kid. If the big guy wanted her to come in then he would let her come in. Gerek was slightly scared because the older boy still hadn't said if he could come in.

[comix]

Mitch's dad's car had just pulled up out side the station and he and his father were getting out of the car when his father tried passing on some of his wisdom but Mitch just walked straight passed his father and got his trunk out of the boot .
Mitch's father walked him on to platform 9 and 3/4 where they said there good byes and Mitch grabbed his trunk off the floor and the cage out of his fathers hand.
Mitch walked on to the train and when he got to the first compartment he paused at the door then in one swift move he swung the door open to see a girl and a boy both first years and a older boy he stopped at this point and put down his trunk and the cage and said in a clear voice '' Do u mind if i join you three in hear '' while he waited for a reply he moved is trunk just in the door .

[Vincent Crabbe Jr.]

Vincent glanced into the large box which he had ordered the house elves to put a good stash of food into and decided at once that it was quite unacceptable. His face thunderous, he stared down at the house elf that stood trembling in front of him, evidently wanting to run away as quickly as possible but not daring to because he hadn't been dismissed. Vincent quietly calculated to himself whether his father would approve of the action he was about to take. The house elf was his father's property, not his, although certainly not one of his favourite house elves. But then again, his father had hardly come home for two months. Vincent was the acting head of the family. And this was unacceptable. He had asked for food. Lots of it. That meant lots of it. Not this measly amount he saw before him.

"I said lots of food!" he raged suddenly. "So take this back and do what you're told." He threw the box at the house elf and accompanied it with a kick. The house elf had been cowering on the floor before, evidently wanting nothing else but to run away, but not daring to because it hadn't been released, but now it set about picking up what had spilled out of the box when Vincent had thrown it immediately, hurrying out of the room with furtive backward glances. Vincent gave it another glare before sitting back down in an armchair - made sturdily to support his build of course - and rubbing his chubby stomach with a sigh. He was in a bad mood today. His father had sent him an Owl - yes, just an owl, telling him that he was to stay towards the front of the train. What fun was the front of the train? Absolutely none whatsoever! No peace and quiet to read his comics either, or, more importantly, to eat. Vincent stared at the piece of paper in his hand with growing resentment.

'Vincent,

While on board the Hogwarts Express, I want you to stay toward the front of the train and away from the Gryffindor cowards and the incompetent Aurors. If you have to, bully the younger students out of your way. It is very important that you do as I say.'

Not even a word of affection, not that he expected it, but it was quite clearly an order. Vincent resented the fact that his father thought he had complete authority over him. Vincent submitted to his rule because he found it easier than finding his own route to follow. But did his father have to make it so damn well obvious? Delicacy might not be the style of the Crabbes but he could make some effort. He hadn't even bothered to sign his name at the bottom of it. Anonymity was important, of course, but it rankled that his father didn't even consider him worthy of signing off at the bottom for him. As though he would have control over Vincent whether he acknowledged his relation to his son or not. Vincent didn't think there was that much to be ashamed of him about. Vincent crumpled the paper as he tightened his fist, and threw the paper into the fire. It caught fire quickly and the edges of it were eaten away, blackening, smouldering and being consumed by the flame in less than a second. Far too quick a death as far as Vincent was concerned.

The new food was brought swiftly, and Vincent glanced into the box with satisfaction, his mood lightening for a short moment and his face looking less stormy as he contemplated all the glorious food happily. Vincent stood up and a moment later he and the rather stunted servant bearing his heavy multiple trunks (his clothes were rather large and as such took up a good deal of space) apparated to a location not far from King's Cross Station. Walking wasn't Vincent's favourite occupation. It didn't take long to be on Platform 9 3/4, the engine which was painted in that tasteless shade of scarlet belching out steam. Vincent embarked upon the train, feeling the step onto it nearly give way as he put his weight upon its inferior design, his servant following behind him. Vincent made his way reluctantly towards the front of the train, making sure to push some new first years out of his path as he went. He found Gregory fairly easily due to the directions he was given by his butler, but Gregory wasn't the only inhabitant of the compartment when he reached it, no less than three other first years having joined it. They were nearly all standing in the doorway, which infuriated Vincent. What an idiotic thing to do!

"You're in my way," he said roughly, and barged through them with all his might, not bothering even to look at whether it had knocked any of them over or not or pushed them into the compartment. He might even have stood on one of them for all he knew. His servant followed him, putting the trunks up in the holding racks and departing all very efficiently. "Hello Greg," he greeted his friend. "What a way to start a new school year. Three of them is too many though, I think, even though you appear to be a magnet." Vincent walked over to the boy who appeared to be the furthest into the compartment ((Gerek)) and aimed a push in that direction. If that didn't get the boy moving he'd have to get out his wand, and that would hurt. Surely no first year would be that stupid? Vincent leaned casually on the compartment door and it shut quickly. He locked it using a simple spell. Vincent didn't bother to look if the first year boy had scrambled for the exit as quickly as possible, but instead strode over and sat down next to Gregory, pulling out his food box and offering a pain au chocolat to him. "So why the first years then?" He asked. "Do they have food?"

((I've tried my utmost not to have any G-moding, but Vince is going to push some people around, so you decide how effective that is on your charries. If you're unhappy with anything please PM me and I'll do my very best to sort it out. )