Heading home {Kain}

[Isabelle Leynette R3]

The bright rays of the sun trickled into the dorm room of Isabella Leynette and her three room mates, in fact it was Isabella who opened the curtains that almost automatically triggered groans from the three other girls. The whole sun coming in through the windows would have been an ideal setting for the beginning of a day with promise, but the three zombie looking girls soon killed the illusion. "Let’s get up ladies.” Bella sang sitting down on one of the four poster beds and shaking her friend. Her friend finally hit her upside the head with a rather large pillow. “Ow.” She cried out laughing at her room mates attempts to make her go away. “Get up you’re going to miss the Hogwarts Express if you guys don’t hurry" She told them in a singsong voice. One of the girls threw a show lying by their bed. Bella nearly got hit with but moved aside in time. She picked up the shoe and placed it one of the suitcases with its brother. Finally two of her sleepy room mates grumpily crawled out of bed murmuring under their breath things that Isabella couldn’t make out but she swore she heard the words snakes and revenge. The other girl hadn’t budged and Isabella had to shake her awake once more. The girl too got up sluggishly and Bella rolled her eyes. "I'm going to head down there myself. Maybe we’ll ride together.” She told them. They waved at her glad that she was leaving them alone.

She had placed her luggage in empty compartment she found near the end of the train. She sighed softly and finally toke a seat. Only her Silk Screen tote and Kitten accompanied her. She sat there legs in the seat and bent left as she looked out the window. All the kids where milling around the station and she couldn’t find her friends. She would kill them if they missed the train. After all she went through that morning to get out of bed. ‘Oh well I tried.’ She thought to herself as she pulled out a book from her tote. She twisted in her seat so her back was up against the window and her feet in the seat, book in her lap. She turned to chapter one and began to read.

She didn’t get far when she was interrupted. She looked hoping to see a familiar face. The face that greeted her was not one she recognized but she put on her most polite smile. “Hello she said to him.”

[[Occ: Rather short. Like i said i used all my creatvity for the post in Diagon Alley.]]

[Kain Damien R3]

Kain had trouble coming out of bed the last morning of school. He was excited to go home, but he also enjoyed his stay at school. He moaned as his roommates started to wake up. He rubbed his eyes and stretched his arms. He threw off the sheets and sat up in his bed. The train would leave shortly and he still had to pack a few things. He quickly got dressed, threw on his robe and started packing the last things he needed. He closed his suitcase with great trouble, and carried it downstairs. He stepped out of the common room and started his descent from the stairs. After what seemed like hours he finally made it to the Great Hall. He quickly ate something, and started heading towards the Hogwarts Express. He got to the train when his little sister waved at him. He walked over and looked at her. " Hey, ready to go home?" He asked his sister. She nodded with a frown, not wanting to go home. Kain chuckeled and walked on. As he approached the train he saw some of his friends. He waved them goodbye. He didn't really feel like sitting with all of his friends. In fact, he just wanted to be alone going home.

Kain made his way into the train and started looking for a vacated seat. He started walking and soon found a pretty empty car. As he passed one of the seats he saw a girl he recognised. It was Isabella Leynette. They were both 3rd year Ravenclaws, and he knew who she was. They never really talked but he could recognise her face. He remembered the first time he saw her. His friends all started laughing when they saw Kain looking at her. He always found her quite the girl. He decided to talk to her and see what she was like. " Hey." He said while he tried to put away his luggage. He sighed as he finally got up the suitcase and sat down opposite of Isabella. " Hello. " She quickly said and got back to her book. Kain looked at her and raised an eyebrow. " So, you had a good year? Got some good results? " He asked.

[Isabelle Leynette R3]

She sighed and closed her paperback. It didn't look like she would spend the ride home reading as she had hoped. She looked at the person who had entered her compartment. ‘Possessive much?’ she asked herself realizing she had called it her compartment. Isabella also realized her mood had taken a dramatic turn from soft and bubbly to cold and stubborn. She sighed once more as she placed the book in her tote and zipped it up. She toke another look at the person who she would be sharing the compartment with. Though he wasn’t someone she knew he looked somewhat familiar. Then it dawned on her. He was probably from her house seeing he was wearing the Ravenclaw colours, mostly likely her year too. ‘Ah. Yes.’ She said to herself as she realized it was Kain Damien. ‘Clever witch you are, not even checking to see what house he’s from at the beginning.’ She scolded herself. It was painfully silent. She smiled feebly.

“Fairly good. Same as usual.” She responded to his attempt at conversation. “How about you? Did you have a good year?” She asked continuing the small talk. She felt a bit guilty, it was normally easy to talk to strangers, but she was making it quite difficult for this guy. She wasn’t sure exactly why. Maybe she was just in a bad mood. Maybe she was upset she wasn’t going to be able to sit alone. “Yes, some good results.” She responded again. Still not being friendly like normally was. She was being very vague. She decided the reason she was being vague was due to the small talk. She despised small talk. It was easy to draw her into a conversation by saying something clever or unusual. ‘I bet he’s going to ask me my plans for the summer next.’ She told herself. Blah, small talk. It was always the same. She had experienced enough when she was younger. All of her parents fancy friends going up to her and asking about her education at the art school. It always went along the lines of “How was your year? Won any awards? Received high marks?” They would ask her without realizing she wasn’t competing in an art show, but going to a school to learn about art, or the fact that you can’t grade someone’s work. She began to play with her chesnut coloured hair when the silence returned, though it never left. She just became aware of it again.

[[occ: short again. drat. and excuse her bitterness, i promise she will be kinder.]]

[Kain Damien R3]

“Fairly good. Same as usual.” She said boldly. Aron chuckeled. " Sorry, just had to find something to say, I'm not great at the small talk. " He told her with a smile. He looked at her book. " What book are you reading? Any good? I barely got any reading done this year, most of my tests were good though, I knew most of the things we were studying. "

He could tell she wasn't at ease, listening to another one of the killing silences. Kain tried to say something a couple of times. He opened his mouth but all that came out was a sigh of air. He leaned back on the seat, crossing his feet on the floor. He scratched his head and letting his fingers pass through his short scruffy brown hair. He grabbed his rucksack and got out a small locket he got from his mum. It was a locket in the shape of a Golden Snitch. His mother always encouraged him in trying out for the Ravenclaw Quidditch team, but his father didn't like the idea one bit. Kain started throwing the small locket up in the air and catching it with a swift movement. He started making a sound which was supposed to sound like a crowd cheering. He snapped out of his daydream and saw Isabella stare at him. He blushed and put on an imbarrased smile. " Heh.. Sorry, sometimes I tend to do that... " He told her and put away the locket again. Kain looked at her again and started blushing again. " What am I doing, I'm never like this..." He told himself. It was true though, in any other situation with any other person he would've been very relaxed and at ease, but now was different. He just couldn't put his finger on it.

He looked at his robe and noticed a small rip in the Ravenclaw emblem. Kain sighed and took off the robe. He balled it up and crammed it in his suitcase with the rest of his luggage. As he sat down again the trolley with sweets came by. The kind lady asked them if they would like something from the trolley. Kain bought a Chocolate Frog. As he opened the packet the frog quickly jumped out, but Kain quickly caught it and started eating. He turned the card and smiled. " Dumbledore..."

Kain looked at Isabella and sank away in thought. It was a 2nd year Slytherin student that made him snap out of his thoughts. Isabella stared at him. " Ugh, what am I doing? Get a grip!" He commanded himself.

[Isabelle Leynette R3]

“Sorry, just had to find something to say, I'm not great at the small talk." He told her. 'At least he recognizes that its small talk.' She told herself finally smiling genuinely. “Well my plans for-” She began then realized he asked her what book she was reading, not about her summer. She had been caught off guard. She hated to be caught of guard, it made her feel inferior. She laughed softly at herself. “Uhm. I’m reading Sloppy Firsts.” She told him. She would have showed him the book, but seeing she had already put it up she didn’t. “It’s okay for a muggle book.” She responded thinking about it. She was enjoying the book. It wasn’t her first time reading it and she was excited to get to the part about the poem. She smiled again. She loved that poem. Bella had always loved reading, but muggle books were her secret pleasure. She would sneak them to her room from her grandfather’s library when she was younger and had loved them ever since. “I barely got any reading done this year, most of my tests were good though, I knew most of the things we were studying.” He continued. She laughed this time. “I know what you mean. It seems like we get busier every year.” She said sighing.

It got silent again. He looked like he wanted to say something, but he didn’t. Isabella watched as he tossed a necklace that looked like a tiny snitch. She watched him toss it then catch it, toss it then catch it. He then was aware she was watching him. “Heh... Sorry, sometimes I tend to do that... “He explained and she smiled at him. Ahh. How sweet he’s embarrassed. She thought. She could tell because he was blushing.

They sat in silence once more. She continued to play with her hair twisting it around her finger. She raised an eyebrow when he removed his cloak but didn’t have time to question him for the snack trolley rolled around. She smiled at the lady asked for a chocolate frog. Instead of eating it she put it in her tote to eat when she got home. She would need chocolate to deal with her mother. She looked at him again. “Look I’m sorry I’m probably not making this ride easy for you.” She apologized softly. “I just don’t like small talk.” She explained talking softly again. “I’m Isabella Leynette, but call me Bella.” She said introducing herself.

[Kain Damien R3]

“Look I’m sorry I’m probably not making this ride easy for you.” She apologized softly. “I just don’t like small talk.” She explained talking softly again. “I’m Isabella Leynette, but call me Bella.” She said introducing herself. Kain smiled. " Heh, join the club. " He said and winked. " Im Kain Damien, call me however you like, but I guess Kain is simple enough. " He said and smiled.

When she told him the name of her book he smiled. His sister was reading the exact same one. " Ah, Sloppy Firsts. You should talk to my sister, she adores that book. " He told her. He put his feet up and lied down on the seat. He started becoming more relaxed. " She told me it was a great book, even for wizard standards. I never read it but I believe her. " He explained. He looked through the window and saw the trees flashing by.

He looked at Isabella again and smiled. " You should be glad my friends aren't here. " He told her with a smirk on his face. " They were always teasing me because I always started stuttering and blushing when you walked by. " He said, but instantly started to regret it. " Why did you have to go and say that? " He asked himself. He started blushing again and quicly looked away again through the window.

[Isabelle Leynette R3]

She laughed at his introduction; it was simple and quite … charming. She smiled pleased with herself for being right, he was in fact Kain Damien just like she predicted in the beginning. She knew it was a bad habit but she held pride in being right. “I guess I’ll call you Kain then.” She said smiling and laughing she was returning to the mood she was in this morning. She felt more comfortable and more at ease. He wasn’t as bad as he seemed. She would have to forgive him for using small talk. Nah. She would give him a strike instead. Just like in that one muggle sport what was it again, baseball? Yeah, that what it was called. Just like in baseball, three strikes and your out. She was still a bit on the edge it seemed. She just shrugged the thoughts off.

“Yeah, I like it too. This would be my …” She counted the times in her head. “Fifth? Yes fifth time to read it. I think it’s really good.” She continued. She really did like the book. Too bad it was fiction. She loved Jessica, the heroine. She especially loved her personality. It reminded her of herself when she was younger. She smiled sadly. She missed her childhood.

“You should be glad my friends aren't here.” He told her with a smirk on his face. “They were always teasing me because I always started stuttering and blushing when you walked by.” He said. “Thanks … I think.” She said very confused. She wasn’t sure what he exactly meant, and was caught off guard once more. He blushed again and she just looked at him.

[Kain Damien R3]

" Never mind, I'm rambling again. " He told her, glad she didn't understand the crush he had on her. He looked in her eyes and smiled. He leaned over to grab his rucksack. He picked it up and took the bottle of water from it. He opened the bottle and started drinking. All of that talking made his throat dry. He usually didn't talk this much, he was more of the silent, observing type.

As he looked at her again a girl entered the car. Kain looked up and saw it was his little sister, Susan. She came running to Kain and stopped next to him. " Guess what? You remember that boy I told you about?" She asked Kain. Kain nodded. " Yeah, I remember. What about him?" He asked her. She smiled and said: " Well, I told him how I fancied him. Turns out he likes me too!" She happily informed her brother. Kain smiled. " Good for you. " He said. " Let's see if Mum and Dad approve. " He said and winked at his sister. She stood up again and left after a brief goodbye.

Kain looked at Isabella. " Well, that's my sister alright. " He said slightly embarrased. " And yes, she's always that happy. I've seen her cry once, and that was when her cat died. " Kain told Bella.

He looked at her once again. He looked deep into her eyes and smiled.

[Isabelle Leynette R3]

She laughed quietly at him. “I’d say.” Isabella said as she looked out the window. The train was moving a quick pace causing the trees to appear like large green blobs as they sped past them. This reminded her of one of her first painting she did. Of course she was no older than six and she was using finger paints at the time, but she was very proud of it. ‘Hmm. I wonder if I still have it.’ She asked herself still looking out the window. Well more like if her grandparents still had it. She smiled at the memory of giving it over to her grandma Rose over dinner. She was small and could hardly reach the table. Her hair was up in a messy pony tail. Her face had green paint marks on it that she couldn’t even imagine how they had gotten there. Her eyes sparkled as she handed off her masterpiece to her Grandma. After supper her grandma put it up on the fridge and had stayed there ever since. That was more than 7 years ago. She broke her gaze away from the window and looked at Kain. He seemed very quiet, very shy too. But she wanted to have a long random conversation about anything. She felt a pang in her stomach. She missed her friends and their never ending banter about anything and everything. She hadn’t seen them since this morning and she was itching to tell them you could take apart a plastic palm tree and pack it in a car. It was one of their favourite conversation topics; weird and absolutely useless information. This newest tidbit she discovered last night as she was one the way to bed. She over heard to muggleborns talking about it in the common room. What a space case she had thought when she first heard it, but as she lay in bed trying to go to sleep it became funny and couldn’t wait till the next morning to tell her friends. She forgot to though. She missed them and their craziness already. ‘I’ll owl them as soon as I get home.’ She vowed. But his would require her to borrow her mother’s tawny owl. She heaved a sigh. ‘Damn. No matter what I think about my thoughts always return to dear mother.’ She thought bitterly to herself.

A small girl ran inside the almost empty cabin causing Isabella to turn her head in that direction. The child completely ignored Bella and turned to Kain. She started rambling about something. She was talking really fast and Bella what Bella could get from it was that she fancied some boy and the same boy fancied her. As Kain talked to the girl Isabella frowned. She felt out of the loop. That was another one of the many things she hated; being left out of something. She tended to feel that a lot at her parents many snotty parties. One of the guests would get sloshed and climbed on her mother’s nice furniture so they could get the attention of everyone in the room. Then they would proceed to tell some joke everyone found funny. Everyone except Isabella, she tended to never get it and stand there dazed wondering what in tar nation they meant. She would normally find her mother and ask her. But Victoria Leynette would only pat her daughter on the shoulder and tell her she’d get it when she got older. Bella doubted it. Actually she doubted a lot of the things her mother told her. Such as Isabella was a good well mannered child and that Uncle Scot was in fact her uncle. Who would want to believe that? Needless to say Bella and Victoria didn’t have the ideal mother/daughter relationship. But one good thing about her mother was that she had exquisite taste and she would buy Isabella some pretty amazing gifts. That and she knew how to take car of her body. In her owls she was always telling Isabella she should eat more bananas because it was good for her knees and such garbage. But Bella’s favourite thing about her mother was that she was always honest, a major plus in Isabella’s books. She like honesty as much as she liked pie, and she really liked pie. The little girl soon rushed her goodbyes and ran out of the compartment. Isabella gave Kain a questioningly raising an eyebrow. She wondered who the girl was, and what had she eaten for breakfast that made her that hyper. Bella had personally skipped breakfast in order to pack last minute things and wake her room mates, who where not in the mood to he awaken. Normally it was reversed. Bella was the room mate that tended to sleep in most often. It was very ironic that she was the one shaking them awake.

“Oh. That was your sister?” She asked. She didn’t even know Kain had a sister, and then she remembered he mentioned her earlier. She tried remembering how that girl looked like but failed in doing so. “Oh, I have a sibling too.” She offered. “Yeah. He’s a baby. His name is Mathew. I’d have to say he’s my favourite person in the world.” Bella said before went back to listening to him talk about his sister. “That’s so depressing.” She said in response to the comment about his sister crying over a cat dying. “Oddly I can’t imagine her in tears.” She said speaking her thoughts out loud. “Mathew cries all the, mainly because he’s a baby.” She told Kain. She missed her brother more than she let on. As odd as it seemed she would do anything for him. She couldn’t resist his large pleading eyes or his heart melting smile, it was near impossible. Her heart broke last September 1st as she boarded the Hogwarts Express. It meant she had to leave him behind until winter holiday. Worse it meant she had to leave him with her mother. The only thing that kept her from smuggling Mathew on the train with her where her grandparents, who came to visit Mathew once a week. They would take him to muggle zoo’s and to there house where they played their old records and made him pie. Just like they did for her. She was glad he at least had those two wonderful influences in his life.

[Kain Damien R3]

She told him about her little brother. He knew how she felt, leaving his sister for the first time when he first attended Hogwarts. " You must've really missed him. Well, at least you get to see him again today. " He said with a smile. " I know how you feel, broke my heart to leave my sister behind first time I went to Hogwarts. Fortunately she's just a few years behind. Couldn't imagine going to school without her. " He told Bella. He looked out the window and started thinking about his own home. Life was good for his family. His mother was always at home taking care of him and his sister, his father out working from 9 to 5. They had everything they needed. Things were going great, but Kain always had the feeling they could do so much more if his parents would accept the wizardry life. His father was a great craftsman, with the ability to make high quality cauldrons. His mother was so smart she could teach at Hogwarts. His parents didn't want to hear it though. " The Muggle life is fine. " They always said. Therefore his father never approved Kain of playing Quidditch outside of school. His mother, on the other hand always wanted to see her son excell at Quidditch. She supported him in it. She always ended her letters to him with: " P.S. I hope you make the Quidditch team, honey. " It always made him smile.

He looked back at Bella. " So, what do you think about Quidditch? I think it's the best. I think I'll try out for the Ravenclaw team next year. " He told her with a happy twinkle in his eye. Nothing got him more excited than Quidditch.

[Isabelle Leynette R3]

“Yeah.” Isabelle agreed with a sad, little smile. “I did miss him a lot, and I still do.” She brightened when Kain told her she would be able to see her brother that day. “Oh yes, and as much as I want to see Mathew, I want to take a shower even more.” She said laughing at the same time at how stupid she most likely sounded. ‘I mean who does that?’ She asked herself shaking her head. Not that she could help it. It was on of her many quirks. Everyone had them, she just had ones that where a bit stranger than others. Some people put grape jelly on pancakes; Isabelle just always had to run a bath as soon as she got home. She had begun the habit when she was a child. Unsure how to break the habit she just didn’t bother, she was used to doing things a certain way and planned on keeping that way. All her parents’ friends knew about her weird habit and made a point of buying her bath salts and bubble bath stuff for her birthday. She wished she would get money or clothes. Still, no one could read her mind and she was still receiving the many bath products. So far they where occupying three full shelves in her bathroom. She sighed. A fourth shelve would be filled by mid August, after all it was her birthday. She did a small dance in her head. It was her birthday and she was thrilled. She wasn’t sure what she would do when the time came to decide how she wanted to celebrate. ‘I’ll just throw a party.’ She thought to lazy to come up with anything better. ‘Maybe something will come to me.’ She said to herself on second thought. She doubted it though.

“Well it’s alright. I don’t really like it.” Isabelle said truthfully of what she thought of Quidditch. “I mean it’s not exactly for everyone.” She explained. “People have different hobbies. It’s great that Quidditch is yours. And I hope you make the team too.” She told him. “I myself like art. Drawing, painting, photography.” She told him. And she really did love art, almost as much as her brother and grandparents. Her latest drawing was still in progress and she was anxious to finish. But art was like writing, if your heart wasn’t into it you couldn’t create anything beautiful. That’s how she was feeling, uninspired so she could in fact make it beautiful. She loved her art enough to always make her best, even if it took months. One painting was like that, but it ended up being her best. So when she wasn’t painting she was photographing. She loved that to. She felt in control, she could capture a moment, a mood, and an emotion. She could do it all and she felt powerful every time she touched her camera. She was very thankful to her dad who sent it to her for her last birthday. It took her awhile to learn how to work it properly, but was soon getting brilliant shots. The very camera was located deep in her tote. Isabelle pulled the tote towards her and checked to make sure it was still there, and it was.

{{ again its a bit short and i apoligize.}}

[Kain Damien R3]

“Well it’s alright. I don’t really like it.” She told Kain. He dropped his jaw at hearing this. " You don't really like it? What is there not to like, it's just great!" He said with a big smile. He always got excited when he started talking about Quidditch. " Well, Ithink it's great! I love the thrill of going fast and chasing the quaffle on your broom." He started to sink away in thought of Quidditch.

Soon he snapped out of it, looking at Isabelle. " Sorry 'bout that, that's just something I do." He said with a feint smile. He remembered his father totally disapproving of Quidditch, and soon his smile went away. His father didn't approve of much actually when he thought about it. His mother on the other hand loved the idea of her son being on the Quidditch team. She had tought him a lot about magic and Quidditch ever since he was little.

Kain looked at Isabelle. " So what about your parents? You're not excited to see them too?"

[Isabelle Leynette R3]

She smiled politely at him as he gave her a look of what Belle guessed was utter disbelief. “What’s so wrong with having an opinion?” She asked slightly hurt her smile never fading. Her smile never faded. “Well it may be great. But I just don’t like it.” She stated simply. She never did enjoyed flying unless someone was with her. She didn’t understand why someone would want to fly all day and chase after a few balls, especially in rain or other horrible weather. She wondered why people would even sign up for such an activity. Then when the ‘lucky’ ones made it there was a match so the whole school could watch them do these crazy things. It was beyond her why most of her housemates began to get excited for a match. They would wear their colours and trash talk the other team. Nearly none of these groups where actual players. Belle had a feeling Kain was one of those very people. She could tell by his smile and the way he talked about it as if it was the only thing in the world. Like her mother did about her father and her art teacher talked about the world’s most beautiful masterpieces. She couldn’t help but thinking this was a typical male. “And you can think it’s great.” She told him with an attitude that clearly said I’m not stopping you. He went on to describe the thrill. The only thrill she had ever had on a broom was when her dad toke her on one when she was younger during one of his visits. She had almost fallen off. From that day on she had a slight fear of brooms. She continued to watch him and he seemed to be slipping away, probably in the world of Quidditch where all males went to when the daydreamt. She rolled her eyes slightly not able to control herself. She was tired of talking about Quidditch she would have rather talked about anything then their conversation topic at the moment, snails would have been a better ting to talk about then Quidditch, this was how she looked at it anyways.

“Mhmm.” She responded as he came back to reality. “I bet.” Still slightly annoyed with all the Quidditch talk. Anymore like this and she would end up like Uncle Hector, mad as a spoon. But there seemed more to this, for his smile vanished and she didn’t know why. ‘Maybe I’ve offended him, wouldn’t that be awful. What if he’s one of those wackoes who decide to kill you if you don’t agree with them?’ She said all this to herself quietly inside her head. She then saw a vision of herself dead on the floor of the compartment. ‘Look.” She said to her imagination. “If this is how you’re going to behave I shan’t bring you again.” Her vision faded in her head. Belle smiled triumphantly. She and her imagination got along great. What a funny thought. Maybe she was already crazy. Maybe she would end up like Uncle Hector after all. ‘I Merlin I hope not.’ She murmured to herself with hope. Uncle Hector wasn’t a family member people normally bragged about. He was away as her mother would say. But Belle knew he was in an insane asylum. She had gone to visit him once. It was perhaps the scariest thing she had ever done. The people sitting in there rooms, some of there droopy eyes. It was also heartbreaking. In a different way then most. When she saw her uncle she wanted to have him removed, but realized she had no power in that matter.

She was caught of guard by his question. “Not in the sense. No.” She replied meekly. “Not exactly thrilled to see my mum.” She went on. She wasn’t sure how excitement she could pretend to muster as she would step of the train and her mom would be there ready to take her home. Belle sighed sadly. She wasn’t ready to go home and back to her mother’s way of life. She never was. It was too posh and to snobby for her taste. Her summer would consist of sneaking out of the house to do her art. Then she would freely go to her art lessons. She looked forward to those. Did the whole school year. She needed and wanted to do better. To create something more beautiful then the last.