Gotta Get Back to Hogwarts ((Open))

[Ali Hawkins R5]

It was a biannual sight, this grouping of three men, one woman and a teenage girl hovering between Platform Nine and Platform Ten. With her parents being Muggles, though Daddy was technically a Squib who never talked about his magical family at all, Ali had never been waved off from Platform Nine and Three Quarters like most of her friends were. Even if they could get through the barrier, Mum had gripped Dad’s hand so tightly that his expression had shown pure agony when Ali had first gotten up the courage to run through a brick wall for the first time and so Dad had decreed that they would simply arrive at the platform earlier and say their goodbyes on the Muggle side of the barrier. No one wanted to be the next one Kara squeezed into terrified submission.

“Goodbye Daddy.” Ali buried her head in Jack’s shoulder, voice slightly choked though no tears rose to her eyes. She would deny it most ferociously if any of her friends asked but she and her parents went through this sort of emotional goodbye each year. She wasn’t ashamed of loving her parents enough to be unhappy at the prospect of not seeing them for months on end but it wasn’t really the socially acceptable for a fifteen year old to nearly start crying at the separation. She had a reputation to uphold after all. People would never look at her the same way if they knew.

“Try to come home for Christmas this year, Ali,” Jack whispered into her hair before stepping back and kissing her forehead. “Your mother missed you last year, and Jacob is a pain to live with when he’s whining about his precious daughter not visiting as often as she should.” There was no judgement in his voice for her decision to stay away but there never was. Jack would guide his daughter when she let him but her mistakes were hers to make and he could understand the pull of the magical world in a way that Jacob, Ashton and Kara never would.

There were no words exchanged when she hugged either of her dads. Ashton pulled her close and slipped a book into her hand for the train journey but otherwise released her with only a hand lingering to smooth her hair betraying that he would miss her. Jacob, on the other hand, refused to end the embrace with his only daughter until Kara smacked his shoulder and harangued him about being clingy and taking up too much of her daughter’s time, particularly when Swallow hadn’t even said goodbye to her yet. Mum’s insistence on referring to her as Swallow made Ali roll her eyes; everyone else was obliging enough to call her by her nickname but Kara refused to shorten her name because Ashton had been the one to give it to her. Daddy and Dad were equally as bad though, Ali supposed. She had Dad’s surname as her own, Mum’s surname was one of her middle names and Daddy had simply tweaked his own surname a little to give her a first middle name.

“We love you, sweetie,” Kara reminded her daughter. “Don’t forget to write, stay safe and try not to get into any trouble that you can’t talk yourself out of. And come home for Christmas."

"She will," Ashton broke in firmly, already trying to gently draw his lover away from their daughter as Jack nodded at him pointedly. "She'll write every week; she always does. And if she can come home then she will. But right now we've got to let her go because Ali has to get on the train and go back to school."

After the goodbyes, which had taken less than ten minutes but felt like so much longer, Ali bounded through the wall with all of the energy of a young puppy let off her leash for the first time in months. She loved her family, she did, but they could be so smothering sometimes and she never seemed to realise how much until she was on the other side of the barrier and on her own. People had already started to board the Express so, cat carrier in one hand and the handle of her trunk in the other, Ali followed suit and immediately went in search of a compartment that either held her friends or was empty enough that they could join her later.

“Um.” Ali glanced unsurely at the not quite empty compartment, having failed to locate her friends or an actually empty one. “Do you mind if I join you? I just…there’s not really anywhere else to sit.”

[Aiden Ashmaster S1]

Aiden was sitting around eating some licorice wands to just eat them.He decides to just look out towards the rolling hills.He looks at the window and see's vast hills and lakes.The lakes were very large with the sun reflecting everywhere.He says to himself"This ride is stupid can't they just apparate to us and apparate with us to were the rowboats are for merlin's beard."
Aiden is very fustrated with this and decides to walk around the compartment.He walks around a bit and finds a box of jellybeans but being a first year he decides it would be safe to try this wierd rainbow one he has never seen.he picks it up and put's it in his mouth and starts chewing.The flavor comes out and all of a sudden his mouth styarts popping so he takes it out and then it explodes in his hand.

Easily fustrated he hears a bit of ruckus in the corridor and decides to grab his wand and play around a bit.Aiden walks out and see's a group of girl's chatting a long and decides to tie oe's shoelaces together in a knot and then with another decide's to just cause a slow zit to grow and by the end of the trip the zit would surely be at least a inch wide.he walks into the compartment and right then a girl easily older walks in and asks if she can join him.

He decides she is no harm and says"come in but please don't start singing because i am having a headache." he decided to lie though by saying he has a headache just to save him from a stupid singing girl.

[Ali Hawkins R5]

Quinn meowed pitifully and Ali chuckled, reaching between the thin bars of the cat carrier to scratch behind Quinn’s ears. Fairly well-behaved though her cat was, Quinn had never quite taken to being confined within such a small space. Under normal circumstances, Ali would have settled into the same compartment as her friends and then set the cat free to roam but, well, what was there to be done when she couldn’t find them? Knowing her few friends as she did, they were probably running late. If not for Daddy and Dad-A, Ali would have been in the same predicament every year. Mum and Dad-J were notoriously late for everything, after all. Daddy always rolled his eyes and grumbled that they both only had jobs because they worked for the most laidback employer to never check a work rota that ever lived. Dad-A never quite agreed but there was always that small smile around his mouth that suggested his secretly whole-hearted agreement.

Now, however, her eyes gazed at the younger boy in front of her with clear bewilderment before she shrugged and smiled affably. Maybe the boy had had some odd experiences in his life that made him think most girls enjoyed singing. She quite enjoyed it herself sometimes after all, but only when she was alone. Ali didn’t have a terrible voice, in that she could actually carry a tune, but she was hardly going to be a professional singer. Even if she could sing, she wouldn’t want to be. Oh no, Quidditch was definitely the way forward for Ali. There was nothing else she could see herself doing in the future. Mum didn’t entirely approve, fretting about the danger of the sport (and Ali really did regret leaving her copy of Quidditch Through the Ages where her family could read it) but Ali’s dads had convinced Kara that Ali could make her own choices, consoling her with the idea that many teenagers didn’t know what they wanted to do with their life when they were just fifteen.

Ali settled herself into the compartment with little fuss or noise. Having to do this every year since she was eleven meant that she had a lot of practice in hoisting her trunk into the right place though Quinn yowled miserably for a few seconds before Ali successfully hushed her. Her cat would just have to remain confined for a little while longer; the journey to Hogwarts lasted a good few hours but then Quinn would be free to roam the Ravenclaw dorms and common room as she wished while Ali caught up with the other girls in her dorm. Resigning herself to complete silence until the train stopped or her friends found her, Ali curled her feet up beneath her and opened up the book that Dad had slipped into her hand to the first page. Dad always picked out the best books for her to read; his taste was just so similar to hers that he found it easy to select which stories she would enjoy reading.

After maybe an hour of comfortable enough silence, Ali raised her head from the book she had been reading and flicked a glance in the direction of her unknown companion. “Are you feeling any better now?” Ali asked, deliberately keeping her voice hushed so as not to exacerbate the situation if the boy’s headache had progressed into a migraine. Mum suffered from migraines at times and they always looked very painful. “I’m Ali, by the way. Ali Hawkins. Is this your first year at Hogwarts?”

[Aiden Ashmaster S1]

The older girl seemed to be in a odd train off thought.she soon seemed to stop thinking but continued.obviously she is smart has been her several times has a fretting mother and many other problem's.He lmost felt bad for her but not at all was he gonna care for her.she was still thinking so she decided to get lostr thinking is she gone sit their or just stand?
I sadly hope she get's run over by some random cart for my sake's.She soon decided to sit down in the compartment after unending silence and shoved her bags in this spot in the compartment he didn't notice sadly .Then her cat started screeching so he grabbed his ears ready to grab his wand and throw it at it the thing stopped screeching.
He then was asked some questions he answered them quickly saying"Yes and yes and finally hello my name is Aiden Ashmaster I am a Slytherin." He said all of this proudly while smirking waiting for her response.

[Nourdine Prideux R5]

"Mama! Please!" He batted his mothers arms away from his hair before messing it up again to how it had been before she had decided to try and neaten it. "Nourdine, please. Try to look smart for the feast. Perhaps fix your hair when you change into your robes?" She planted a kiss on his forehead before stroking his cheek with her thumb.

"Catherine, leave the boy alone." Nourdine's father had just walked up to them with the trolley bearing his son's trunks. "This is it then, Dino." The older man looked down at his son smiling. "Just remember, you can only do your best and that's all we expect of you." His father was, of course, talking about Nourdine's exams at the end of this year. His OWLs. All summer, when they had returned to the summer home in France, Nourdine had had his face in a textbook of runes. His mother came to stand beside her husband and linked her arm through his before reiterating what Benoit had said to their only child.

The piercing sound of the train's whistle brought the Prideux' back from their familial goodbye rituals. Nourdine quickly kissed his mother on both cheeks and hugged his father before taking the trolley to board the train with his trunks. When he turned around, he found both parents had already gone. His father to the Ministry of Magic, Floor Five; his mother to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries, Second Floor. Walking through the carriages, he probably shouldn't have left it so late to board the train, the seats now all filled. Finally, he found a carriage with a fellow fifth year in, and another boy. Opening the door he poked his head in. "Excuse me, is this seat taken?" He slipped a hand in and pointed to a vacant seat the furthest away from everyone. If it were taken, he'd simply go back to where he had stowed his trunks and sit on them for the journey and perhaps practice some more runes.