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April 07, 2015 18:49:30

"Harry had never even imagined such a strange and splendid place. It was lit by thousands and thousands of candles that were floating in midair over four long tables, where the rest of the students were sitting. These tables were laid with glittering golden plates and goblets. At the top of the hall was another long table where the teachers were sitting [...] The hundreds of faces staring at them looked like pale lanterns in the flickering candlelight [..] Harry looked upward and saw a velvety black ceiling dotted with stars. He heard Hermione whisper, "It's bewitched to look like the sky outside. I read about it in Hogwarts, A History" It was hard to believe there was a ceiling there at all, and that the Great Hall didn't simply open on to the heavens."
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Oliver leaned back against the seat he had made himself comfortable in. He looked out the window absently curling his hair around his wand. Finally this day had come. He had been waiting for so long. Instead of sobbing and crying, he mearly waved to his parents and hopped on the train. He removed the wand from his dark locks and looked it over. It was a fine wand, in his opinion.

Oliver had already knew what house he would be in. It would be Slytherin. His father was in that house and oh how he looked up to his father. A sharp pain from his teeth caused his to bite down hard. Oh yeah. The braces. It was ironic that his last name was teeth get he had braces. He mentally sighed. Couldn't they just fix them with magic? That would be so easy ugh. He turned his attention to the others in the train carriage.

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April 07, 2015 19:24:45

@frozenpumpkin @demise @wildheart @burnmoon @floatinginspace

Oliver leaned back against the seat he had made himself comfortable in. He looked out the window absently curling his hair around his wand. Finally this day had come. He had been waiting for so long. Instead of sobbing and crying, he mearly waved to his parents and hopped on the train. He removed the wand from his dark locks and looked it over. It was a fine wand, in his opinion.

Oliver had already knew what house he would be in. It would be Slytherin. His father was in that house and oh how he looked up to his father. A sharp pain from his teeth caused his to bite down hard. Oh yeah. The braces. It was ironic that his last name was teeth get he had braces. He mentally sighed. Couldn't they just fix them with magic? That would be so easy ugh. He turned his attention to the others in the train carriage.

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@Peachymoo |Egil

Tapping his foot in impatience, the silver haired boy was growing tired of this waiting game of train rides. Granted, he has never been on a train, nor has he ever walked through a brick wall to get onto said train, but he was getting quickly tired of this 'hype'. At first, when he first clamored aboard the Express, he was giddy as a puppy seeing his master for the first time in ages, as he walked down the hallways of the train. Then he kept getting bumped into, shoved and pushed as the other students of Hogwarts rushed to get seats.

This spoilt his mood very quickly, which was not a good thing for this boy. No, he was not a very talkative boy when angry, so he ignored the others within the train carriage he picked out and sat down with a hrrph. Crossing his arms over his chest, the Persian tried his hardest not to look at the other boy with curly hair. It failed. Miserably. Sighing, Egil hung his head before turning his attention to the other boy. "Greetings. I'm Egil."

@Peachymoo |Yoki

"AH, OW, NNGH!", squeaked an black haired youth, as she dodged between students in the halls of the train. Why was she always being shoved and kicked?, Yoki wondered as yet another elbow jabbed her in the ribs. "Oohp.", she groaned. It started all well too!, coming to the train station, saying her goodbye to her parents with love, passing through that daunting fake brick wall. Even getting on board wasn't this painful!

With a yelp, the now crying, female staggered into an semi-full carriage and blinked at the two boys. Blushing she quickly bowed, she had not know it was occupied! "OhmygoodnessIamsorry! I-I didn't know there was...others in here!", she said awkwardly before staggering back to exit into the chaotic hallways. However, Egil stopped her and sat her down. "It's alright. You wouldn't mind one other besides myself, would you, sir?", questioned the Persian boy.

[Omg, I feel like I failed at the end.]

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April 07, 2015 19:40:15

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@Peachymoo |Egil

Tapping his foot in impatience, the silver haired boy was growing tired of this waiting game of train rides. Granted, he has never been on a train, nor has he ever walked through a brick wall to get onto said train, but he was getting quickly tired of this 'hype'. At first, when he first clamored aboard the Express, he was giddy as a puppy seeing his master for the first time in ages, as he walked down the hallways of the train. Then he kept getting bumped into, shoved and pushed as the other students of Hogwarts rushed to get seats.

This spoilt his mood very quickly, which was not a good thing for this boy. No, he was not a very talkative boy when angry, so he ignored the others within the train carriage he picked out and sat down with a hrrph. Crossing his arms over his chest, the Persian tried his hardest not to look at the other boy with curly hair. It failed. Miserably. Sighing, Egil hung his head before turning his attention to the other boy. "Greetings. I'm Egil."

@Peachymoo |Yoki

"AH, OW, NNGH!", squeaked an black haired youth, as she dodged between students in the halls of the train. Why was she always being shoved and kicked?, Yoki wondered as yet another elbow jabbed her in the ribs. "Oohp.", she groaned. It started all well too!, coming to the train station, saying her goodbye to her parents with love, passing through that daunting fake brick wall. Even getting on board wasn't this painful!

With a yelp, the now crying, female staggered into an semi-full carriage and blinked at the two boys. Blushing she quickly bowed, she had not know it was occupied! "OhmygoodnessIamsorry! I-I didn't know there was...others in here!", she said awkwardly before staggering back to exit into the chaotic hallways. However, Egil stopped her and sat her down. "It's alright. You wouldn't mind one other besides myself, would you, sir?", questioned the Persian boy.

[Omg, I feel like I failed at the end.]

Last edited on Apr 07, 2015 19:40:49 by Inukei

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Parafron stepped lightly through the train corridor, looking back at the doors. She wasn't sure how she felt about leaving her family for this long to such a strange environment, considering her parent's mixed feelings about the whole thing.

"You be careful now." said her father. "My whole family went to Hogwarts, but never before have things been so dangerous. If you get into trouble, you owl us, you hear? ...Merlin... You just, you be safe."

"Oh, it'll be wonderful!" said her mother. "I never knew such things existed until I married your father, and what I'd give to go to this school. Don't worry about what he says, everywhere theres a war these days."

Privately, Parafron wondered if she should have stayed on the muggle side of the family. Her father seemed to be especially concerned about her being sorted in Slytherin- not because he had anything against the house, just the fact that most "Death Eaters" seemed to be spawning from there these days. And everything just seemed so... medieval. Robes? Lanterns? Quill pens?

A commotion seemed to be going on in front of her, Parafron stopping in front of it and looking for any empty seats to her sides. She wasn't about to get tangled up in whatever was going on up there.

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April 07, 2015 19:53:51

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Parafron stepped lightly through the train corridor, looking back at the doors. She wasn't sure how she felt about leaving her family for this long to such a strange environment, considering her parent's mixed feelings about the whole thing.

"You be careful now." said her father. "My whole family went to Hogwarts, but never before have things been so dangerous. If you get into trouble, you owl us, you hear? ...Merlin... You just, you be safe."

"Oh, it'll be wonderful!" said her mother. "I never knew such things existed until I married your father, and what I'd give to go to this school. Don't worry about what he says, everywhere theres a war these days."

Privately, Parafron wondered if she should have stayed on the muggle side of the family. Her father seemed to be especially concerned about her being sorted in Slytherin- not because he had anything against the house, just the fact that most "Death Eaters" seemed to be spawning from there these days. And everything just seemed so... medieval. Robes? Lanterns? Quill pens?

A commotion seemed to be going on in front of her, Parafron stopping in front of it and looking for any empty seats to her sides. She wasn't about to get tangled up in whatever was going on up there.

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Hilda had decided she hated England the moment she stepped onto the dreary, gloomy street. She had hoped the land would reflect how she felt: bright, shining, and new. Instead, it had been raining, soaking her almost immedietly as she pelted across the air port, struggling to navigate past all the other pushing and shoving bodies as she tried to locate her cousins. It had taken a lot out of her to slide past the bustling bodies. Everyone cursed and mumbled at her, as if what they were doing was more important. Finally managing to burst through on the other side, Hilda spotted two people waving frantically, both with dark brown eyes and round glasses. Grinning and waving back, even though she was sure she was too small for them to see, Hilda raced towards them, leaping over suitcases and pushing past those that were too sour and lost in their own troubles to dodge out of her way.

It had taken them quite a while to locate all the items on her list (they had stood awkwardly in front of the wall that was supposed to lead to whatever Alley that hid all the shops she was supposed to find in order to gather her supplies until some other wizard approached, smiled kindly, and opened it for them), and by the end of the day, Hilda was wet, angry, and irritated. Her cousin remarked that it made her practically a cat. She had kicked him in retaliation and voiced her opinion that wizards ought to have magical signs that appeared and disappeared. Her cousins had laughed at her and warned her that if she gave anyone in the world of magic a hard time, they would turn her into a frog as punishment.

When they had arrived at the platform (dry, thankfully), Hilda was slightly saddened that her cousins, who obviously thought themselves standing on the edge of a world they had no place in, refused to join her, though they did reassure her that they believed that the letter was correct. Walking through the brick wall was an experience. Her first magical experience! The bodies of other students and parents, as well as the constant yowling of cats, croaking of frogs, and general commotion from all the creatures and beings in the station quickly dampened her mood. Hilda shoved her way through the crowd, dodging elbows and knees (and tripping one or two people who were particularly irritating) before finally dragging her suitcase on board the train. She slunk along the hallways, casting glances into each compartment. Some housed a few students, already dressed in long, flowing robes embroidered with various colors.

Hilda say a few students, clumped together and dressed in clothes that resembled those that she had seen out in the real world. Those were probably kids that were like her; first timers. She eyed they carefully before dragging her suitcase further down the train. Finally finding an empty compartment, she threw open the door and sat down on the seat. Opening her suitcase, she took out a plastic water gun and turned it over in her hands. Filling ti up using a water bottle her cousins had stuffed in her luggage, Hilda then pointed it at the door, pretending to take aim at an unseen target. If anyone attempted to come in, she'd hit them.

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Hilda had decided she hated England the moment she stepped onto the dreary, gloomy street. She had hoped the land would reflect how she felt: bright, shining, and new. Instead, it had been raining, soaking her almost immedietly as she pelted across the air port, struggling to navigate past all the other pushing and shoving bodies as she tried to locate her cousins. It had taken a lot out of her to slide past the bustling bodies. Everyone cursed and mumbled at her, as if what they were doing was more important. Finally managing to burst through on the other side, Hilda spotted two people waving frantically, both with dark brown eyes and round glasses. Grinning and waving back, even though she was sure she was too small for them to see, Hilda raced towards them, leaping over suitcases and pushing past those that were too sour and lost in their own troubles to dodge out of her way.

It had taken them quite a while to locate all the items on her list (they had stood awkwardly in front of the wall that was supposed to lead to whatever Alley that hid all the shops she was supposed to find in order to gather her supplies until some other wizard approached, smiled kindly, and opened it for them), and by the end of the day, Hilda was wet, angry, and irritated. Her cousin remarked that it made her practically a cat. She had kicked him in retaliation and voiced her opinion that wizards ought to have magical signs that appeared and disappeared. Her cousins had laughed at her and warned her that if she gave anyone in the world of magic a hard time, they would turn her into a frog as punishment.

When they had arrived at the platform (dry, thankfully), Hilda was slightly saddened that her cousins, who obviously thought themselves standing on the edge of a world they had no place in, refused to join her, though they did reassure her that they believed that the letter was correct. Walking through the brick wall was an experience. Her first magical experience! The bodies of other students and parents, as well as the constant yowling of cats, croaking of frogs, and general commotion from all the creatures and beings in the station quickly dampened her mood. Hilda shoved her way through the crowd, dodging elbows and knees (and tripping one or two people who were particularly irritating) before finally dragging her suitcase on board the train. She slunk along the hallways, casting glances into each compartment. Some housed a few students, already dressed in long, flowing robes embroidered with various colors.

Hilda say a few students, clumped together and dressed in clothes that resembled those that she had seen out in the real world. Those were probably kids that were like her; first timers. She eyed they carefully before dragging her suitcase further down the train. Finally finding an empty compartment, she threw open the door and sat down on the seat. Opening her suitcase, she took out a plastic water gun and turned it over in her hands. Filling ti up using a water bottle her cousins had stuffed in her luggage, Hilda then pointed it at the door, pretending to take aim at an unseen target. If anyone attempted to come in, she'd hit them.

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Oliver's attention switched to Egil. He looked very... Royal? "Hello Egil. My name is Oliver." . The other boy's accent was.... interesting. He wasn't from Britain. "If you don't mind me asking.... Where exactly are you from?" He didn't bother telling Egil he was from England because he had a powerful English accent and Oliver assumed it was obvious. Oliver looked Egil over again. He didn't seem very excited but on the other hand, neither did Oliver. Oliver was very very excited but he held it in. "So, what are you most looking forward to about Hogwarts?" He said calmly.

Oliver's flicked his eyes up to the newcomer. She looked like she was just ran over by a bus, crying and all upset. He wasn't going to comfort her, that would go against himself. He said simply "Yeah, you can sit with us." What he hadn't expected was Egil calling him 'sir'. He liked that. "So, who are you?" That came about a bit harsher than he wanted it to be but he shook it off and followed it up with "Why are you crying? You should be happy. This is Hogwarts that we are going to, not some cheap summer camp."

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April 07, 2015 20:04:40

@Demise

Oliver's attention switched to Egil. He looked very... Royal? "Hello Egil. My name is Oliver." . The other boy's accent was.... interesting. He wasn't from Britain. "If you don't mind me asking.... Where exactly are you from?" He didn't bother telling Egil he was from England because he had a powerful English accent and Oliver assumed it was obvious. Oliver looked Egil over again. He didn't seem very excited but on the other hand, neither did Oliver. Oliver was very very excited but he held it in. "So, what are you most looking forward to about Hogwarts?" He said calmly.

Oliver's flicked his eyes up to the newcomer. She looked like she was just ran over by a bus, crying and all upset. He wasn't going to comfort her, that would go against himself. He said simply "Yeah, you can sit with us." What he hadn't expected was Egil calling him 'sir'. He liked that. "So, who are you?" That came about a bit harsher than he wanted it to be but he shook it off and followed it up with "Why are you crying? You should be happy. This is Hogwarts that we are going to, not some cheap summer camp."

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"Oliver? Interesting name. I hail from the country of Persia, it's a...very dry country, but it is my home. For schooling preferences...I, do not know. My parents just told me to come, so here am I.", Egil commented, finally, while he crossed his ankles, settling on this odd chair. He had chosen to ignore the other boys question, as well those looks, until he was sure the young girl could join as well.

He thought it was proper, but really, he had been interrupted before he could even answer Oliver's questions. Yoki, herself, settled next to the young silver haired male, still very much awkward. "Huh!? O-oh...uhm...thank you...for, you know, uh. Letting me sit. It's, it's kind of a mad house out there...", she rambled, when the meaner of the two boys barked at her. It took her a bit to really register what he had actually said.

"Uhn, sorry. I kinda, ramble. I'm Yoki. Ayuna, Yoki.", she sighed before smiling slight as she continued with her answer to Oliver's questions. "...You...kinda cry when you are in pain.", she said, trying very hard not to say it sarcastically, she wasn't known for being sarcastic, and she wasn't starting now. "Seems to me that you are not the only one, to have this trouble with elbow jabs. I too, have been pushed and shoved. Not a pleasantry I wish to revisit.", sighed Egil.

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April 07, 2015 20:28:00

Egil & Yoki | @Peachymoo

"Oliver? Interesting name. I hail from the country of Persia, it's a...very dry country, but it is my home. For schooling preferences...I, do not know. My parents just told me to come, so here am I.", Egil commented, finally, while he crossed his ankles, settling on this odd chair. He had chosen to ignore the other boys question, as well those looks, until he was sure the young girl could join as well.

He thought it was proper, but really, he had been interrupted before he could even answer Oliver's questions. Yoki, herself, settled next to the young silver haired male, still very much awkward. "Huh!? O-oh...uhm...thank you...for, you know, uh. Letting me sit. It's, it's kind of a mad house out there...", she rambled, when the meaner of the two boys barked at her. It took her a bit to really register what he had actually said.

"Uhn, sorry. I kinda, ramble. I'm Yoki. Ayuna, Yoki.", she sighed before smiling slight as she continued with her answer to Oliver's questions. "...You...kinda cry when you are in pain.", she said, trying very hard not to say it sarcastically, she wasn't known for being sarcastic, and she wasn't starting now. "Seems to me that you are not the only one, to have this trouble with elbow jabs. I too, have been pushed and shoved. Not a pleasantry I wish to revisit.", sighed Egil.

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Oliver had taking up a liking to Egil. He was just so.... interesting. He relaxed back into his seat. "Egil are we friends now? I hope you get into Slytherin. Then we can be together.". His attention went back to the new girl. "It's fine, you can stop thanking us now. I'm sure you would have done the same for us." He murmured.

He guiltily looked away. He had been out there before, poking people with his wand to get through. "I'm sure they didn't mean to hurt you. They probably were just exicited.". He adjusted his robes before continuing. "So what are you two both looking forward to in Hogwarts.". Egil hadn't answered the question the first time so he repeated it.

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April 07, 2015 20:38:30

@Demise

Oliver had taking up a liking to Egil. He was just so.... interesting. He relaxed back into his seat. "Egil are we friends now? I hope you get into Slytherin. Then we can be together.". His attention went back to the new girl. "It's fine, you can stop thanking us now. I'm sure you would have done the same for us." He murmured.

He guiltily looked away. He had been out there before, poking people with his wand to get through. "I'm sure they didn't mean to hurt you. They probably were just exicited.". He adjusted his robes before continuing. "So what are you two both looking forward to in Hogwarts.". Egil hadn't answered the question the first time so he repeated it.

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Egil & Yoki| @Peachymoo

Egil rubbed his temple in thought, what was this Slytherin this boy was talking about? To be perfectly honest, Egil knows nothing about the wizarding world, even though both of his parents are wizards. Both his parents went to Hogwarts. Both his parents had withheld this information, leaving the sand loving boy in the dark. "I think not, Oliver. I like to know a person more than ten minutes before deiceding whom is my friends.", he commented with a tip of his head. He meant not harm, obviously, but he was not one to make friends easily. It was against his parents upbringing.

Yoki merely looked away in embarrassment to the boys murmured words, and clamped her mouth shut. It took her awhile to look back at either one of the boys, so it was Egil who spoke first. "I...don't know, sir. I barely know anything about this Hogwarts. Only that it is a place for people like myself and my parents. That is all I really know.", he shrugged before catching himself and dropping his shoulders. "Hm...I...guess it would be transfiguration for me...I would love to turn things into cats.", at this Egil gave a confused, and slightly worried, frown upon Yoki, who in turned looked away with a blush. "What? I, I like cats.", she chuckled nervously before changing the subject upon Oliver. "Yourself?"

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Egil & Yoki| @Peachymoo

Egil rubbed his temple in thought, what was this Slytherin this boy was talking about? To be perfectly honest, Egil knows nothing about the wizarding world, even though both of his parents are wizards. Both his parents went to Hogwarts. Both his parents had withheld this information, leaving the sand loving boy in the dark. "I think not, Oliver. I like to know a person more than ten minutes before deiceding whom is my friends.", he commented with a tip of his head. He meant not harm, obviously, but he was not one to make friends easily. It was against his parents upbringing.

Yoki merely looked away in embarrassment to the boys murmured words, and clamped her mouth shut. It took her awhile to look back at either one of the boys, so it was Egil who spoke first. "I...don't know, sir. I barely know anything about this Hogwarts. Only that it is a place for people like myself and my parents. That is all I really know.", he shrugged before catching himself and dropping his shoulders. "Hm...I...guess it would be transfiguration for me...I would love to turn things into cats.", at this Egil gave a confused, and slightly worried, frown upon Yoki, who in turned looked away with a blush. "What? I, I like cats.", she chuckled nervously before changing the subject upon Oliver. "Yourself?"

Last edited on Apr 07, 2015 21:50:04 by Inukei

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Natalie watched the people around her with interest. She had arrived in London tired and a little shaky from the flight over from Tennessee. She had traveled alone, her family not having enough money to send someone with her. Having no family outside of the United States, Natalie had to go it alone from the moment she stepped onto the plane back home. It wasn't scary to her, a bit unnerving yes but with every new experience came new opportunity. She watched as the people around her bustled about, intent on their own personal location. They were oblivious to her, and she was ok with that. Natalie liked her space and as she stretched her legs while waiting for her cab to arrive, she decided to phone home and let them know she had made it to London safely.

The call was uneventful for the most part, her mother and father all sniffling on the phone while her brother remained apathetic about the whole ordeal. "Don't come back here if you can help it Nat." He had told her and she couldn't help but stop the grin from forming on her face. She loved her brother and she would miss him, but her education was more important to her in this situation so she would manage. Soon Natalie had shopped for everything for school, which had been an experience. The wizarding world was a fascinating place and she had a lot to learn if she wanted to be anybody important in this world.

After receiving her books and going to Gringotts to exchange her American money for galleons and sickles a package had found its way to her. Curiosity had her opening the hole covered container before she could look to check who it was from. A white ball of fur greeted her as she peaked inside the container. A small rodent head popped up and blinked at her with intelligent eyes and Natalie recognized the creature as an ermine from the books she read on North American Mammals. The creature had a red ribbon wrapped around its neck and a note attached to it, which the ermine stood up on its hind legs and waited patiently for Natalie to take. It was clear the little thing was smart and she immediately appreciated its intelligence.

Taking the note from the ermine she read over it quickly and frowned. The hand writing was flowy and scripted but held little information other than the name of the creature. Phoebe. Natalie guessed the creature came from a distant relative that lived up in the northern most states of the US that she had never met before but wasn't sure. Whoever had sent it, they didn't know the rules of the school. They weren't allowed to have none-familiar pets. Natalie shifted her gaze from the letter back to Phobe, who watched her quietly and made no attempts to run away or lash out. A normal ermine would have been gone the moment the top was lifted, and she decided it was worth the issues it might cause later to keep the creature as her pet. Placing her hand in the box Natalie smiled at her new friend. "Hello Phoebe, I'm Natalie." The ermine made a slight squeak noise and then quickly jumped up onto her arm and raced up her sleeve and into the scarf she wore.

Shrugging her shoulders, Natalie made her way over to Kings Cross where her journey would truly begin. She had passed through the train station uneventfully, making sure to miss all of the frantic looking passengers that seemed to have little regard for those around them. It was easy for her. She looked normal, very basic and unimportant. And that was how she liked it. It made weaving in and out of people easy and simple and soon she was boarding the train behind platform nine and three quarters like it was nothing. On the train was a little harder to avoid people, as they were all crammed onto one hallway and everybody seemed to be excited. Still she had made it this far by herself and she wasn't about to let that change. Looking into rooms as she passed them she tried to find an empty one she could occupy by herself with just Phoebe. No such luck. She had arrived late and they were quickly filling up all around her.

Seeing an area where there was only one girl sitting in it, Natalie thought over the situation tactfully. If she was sitting alone, she probably wanted to be left alone, and that was fine by her. Laughter and squeals surrounded Natalie and she realized this would likely be her only chance at normality. Stepping into the area Natalie quickly stowed her belongings overhead and sat down opposite of the girl, saying nothing while simply looking out the window at all of the families that stood there waving at their children.

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