Post by Milo Witte on Jan 26, 2011 21:28:52 GMT -8
28/08/2011 9:50 a.m.
Milo had been here nearly an hour now, he mused as he glanced at his watch while sitting in his seat in the front compartment. It might not have been required of him to be here so much earlier than departure time, but it gave him time to think and to read. His apartment was usually a little noisy this time, considering his next-doors had twins, and both tended to fuss when the new mother didn't get to them fast enough. It seemed waiting turns wasn't within a baby's comprehension. Sad, really, but they would learn eventually, and hopefully "eventually" would before he lost his sanity during some holiday where he was never allowed to sleep in on the rare occasion he so desired to do so. He'd nearly lost it a month ago, but that was a story for another time.
By now, a few students had made their way onto the train and past his compartment, mostly groups of friends who didn't want an adult listening in on their conversations, but he reckoned eventually he'd find some company. He hadn't had to ride alone the last trip. It seemed a few of his students had taken quite well to him, and he had had quite a nice chat with them about various principles of arithmancy amongst other things people their age liked to talk about. He'd enjoyed himself, and it was his opinion the students had as well. Hopefully this ride would be as interesting.
Milo glanced at his watch once more before sitting back with a sigh and closing his eyes, pushing his fez down over his eyes. Eight more minutes, and there would be no turning back.
Post by Dresden Faust on Jan 26, 2011 22:08:48 GMT -8
Excellent, 8 minutes to spare... he mused as he arrived on the platform among a group of students. And there in front of him was the Hogwarts Express in all its majestic glory. Checking his pocket watch one last time, confirming he did in fact still have 8 minutes to spare, he made his way onto the train. He had no luggage as most of it was already in his rooms in the castle. the past week had been rather hectic and all, with all the final preparations for the feast mixed in with class schedules and whatever else cropped up. Bleh, so much for holidays. Dresden made his way through the compartments with ease, looking for an empty compartment to make himself comfortable in, waving and nodding in greeting to most of the students he knew as he passed. Most of them were good kids if you put the house rivalry aside. About midway down the train he though he found his empty compartment only to enter and find a fellow professor had already made himself at home.
Dresden smiled as he entered tossing his satchel onto the bench across from the Arithmancy Professor. "Morning Milo," he greeted before flopping gracelessly into the seat across from the other man. "You must have been here bright and early, I didn't see you on the platform," he quired though it was more a statement then anything. "Have you seen anyone else yet, my watch reckons we have about 8 minutes or so before departure, and if I'm the second one here thats a problem." he let out a warm chuckle. Ah another year of teaching dunderheads to look forward to.
Post by Milo Witte on Jan 27, 2011 13:06:46 GMT -8
At the sound of the sliding compartment door opening, Milo supposed he should lift the hat, but where was the fun in that? When he heard Dresden's voice, he still didn't move, but he piped out a friendly, "Mornin'!" before listening as the man mentioned he must have been here early, but he didn't have much of a chance before Dresden went on to ask if he'd seen anyone else. "What do you think?" he asked, pointing to the fez before finally moving it to the top of his head and sitting up. "You know me, Dres. Always lost in some sort of thought or world of my own, I am. I'm sure someone's here, but they were kind enough not to bother my reading earlier or my supposed nap." No, he wasn't making a jab at Dresden or anything, and his demeanor and tone made that evident.
"Unlike a certain two young neighbors of mine this morning and every morning the past several months. Merlin, what possesses people to have babies, I'll never know. All they ever do is cry and poop and sleep and eat, which in turn makes them poop some more. And the money! Oh, the money!" He chuckled slightly, obviously not done with his rambling, a fact Dresden was surely used to by now. "Still, I guess they must make people happy. Otherwise, people wouldn't keep having them, now, would they? Some strange joy out of little pudgy, alien pooping machines I can't understand, but joy nevertheless!"
Eh, it was too early for that. Really. She shook her head trying to get the song out of her head.
“And you have packed everything?” “Yes,” Yuki replied, leaning on the open window while looking down on the platform. The man with the wide brimmed fedora blew large cloud of smoke out of his mouth. He removed his pipe with his left hand. “Are you absolutely sure?” “Yes dad.” “Even your broom?” The girl opened her mouth, but then she hesitated and tried to remember. James Blackwold took a few more puffs from his pipe and then chuckled. “Don’t worry, I double-checked. It’s there.” Yuki closed her eyes and groaned. “Daaaaaaaaaad... Don’t do this to me.” He was grinning. “Oh come on. I’m not THAT bad, am I?”
After opening her eyes again she looked at her father. “No. Not THAT bad, but bad enough.” “Thank you,” he replied with a slight bow. “Now, I don’t want to keep you here, having to talk with your old dad. I remember how such first days of the new year used to be. I think. It’s been a while since then, you know? So remember, Quidditch trials are for getting into the team. Alright? And brooms are for flying and not for beating up people.” “I know.” “You’ll make it this year.” “Do you really think so? Or are you just saying that because you’re my father?” James hesitated a bit with the reply. Using the mouthpiece of his pipe to scratch his left cheek he pretended to seriously consider her question. “Both I think.”
“Dad I...” but she didn’t manage to finish the sentence. There was some squealing in the way only teenage girls could do it. Names were called out, hugs followed. James snickered to himself and nodded once to his daughter. He saw how she tried to get back to the window and finish what she had started, but he just nodded his head towards her compartment and said “Go.” Yuki put her right hand on the window and grinned. He returned the gesture and mouthed a “Take care.” Then Yuki was swept away by the other Gryffindor girls.
Of course James would stay and wait until the train had left the station. He had done so every year and every year he was usually not alone. And this year was no different. The way the hair on his neck seemed to rise said it all. Shortly after that uncomfortable feeling the smell of cigarette smoke reached him.
“She has grown quite a bit, Mister Blackwold,” the older man in the suit and dark coat said to him. As usual he was holding a cigarette in his right hand, between thumb and index finger. “She has.” “You’re doing good work,” Cancer Man noted. James had no idea about his real name. It was simply a nickname he had given to the man with the cigarettes. “But you shouldn’t get too attached. This is strictly business.” “I’m aware of that.” “Good.”
Though, there was one question... Was he still seeing this as business? Yuki had grown, not only physically. She had also grown on him. She had turned into more than a contract with this secret society which called itself Syndicate.
Yuki had no idea about any of that. She was already in her group’s compartment. They were all roommates in Gryffindor Tower. “I’m going to make it this year.” Yuki announced. “Oh yeah, sure. Like last year?” “That was an accident.” “And the year before?” “That was bad luck.” They all stared at her. “It was. It wasn’t my fault that thing caught fire.” “Come to think of”, one of the girls said, “I’ve never seen a Quaffle catch fire just like that.”
Post by Dresden Faust on Jan 27, 2011 16:03:11 GMT -8
"Ah, too bad for you then that I showed up to ruin your plans," he quipped jokingly, "but even your lovely fez won't save you from my company today." Settling in for the longish journey he couldn't help but laugh as Milo went on to explain about his lack of sleep these past few months. Babies...yuck! Dealing with 11-17 year olds for 8 months out of the year by and far cured him from ever feeling the need to have his own kids. Nothing but trouble the lot of them as far as he was concerned. Totally fine in small doses, provided you could get rid of them when you grew tired of their antics.
As the Arithmancy professor rambled on (nothing new there) a smile made its way onto Dresden's face. He slouched back on his seat and rested his hands comfortably on his stomach. "Sounds like your summer was rather...entertaining then? At least at Hogwarts you won't have to worry about screaming babies, just inter house warfare and snarling, screaming, hex throwing kids." He smirked at the thought. Actually he doubted Milo would have to deal with the brunt of everything unless the Arithmancy professors group of 6th years we shaping up to be like his own list.
A black wolf trotted through Platform Nine and Three-Quarters. This was definitely odd, but since all the other people there were witches and wizards, odd was something that was heavily in the air. Still, the fact that the wolf was carrying a black leather briefcase in its mouth was a bit odder than many of them were used to seeing, so it was watched with looks of extreme trepidation and curiosity.
Reaching the train, the wolf paused before leaping up the steps, its powerful back legs propelling it strongly upward. Once it had boarded the train, it moved swiftly along the corridors, brushing past the students there as though they weren't there. They stared at it, often with shock, and moved hastily out of the way to let it pass.
The wolf reached a compartment and peered through the door, spying two men inside. It set down its briefcase, its tongue lolling out in a doggy smile, and stood on its hind legs, using its paws and mouth to activate the door handle. Re-picking up the bag, it trotted into the compartment, then hopped up onto one of the seats, next to the window, ignoring the surprised looks on the men's faces.
An instant later, something even stranger than having a wolf in a train compartment with its own luggage happened. The wolf changed -- Transformed -- into a young woman, one with the blue eyes and black hair of the wolf. She smiled at the men and gave them a lazy wave. "Hello, boys... did I startle you? I certainly hope so..."
Persis was feeling both excited and nervous. She always felt this way about returning to school, but she was feeling more of both than ever because of how her summer had gone. She was prepared to try out for the Quidditch team; her new Firebolt in her trunk was evidence of that. She also had a friend, for once, that she was looking forward to seeing.... though that was also her main reason for nervousness.
She had changed since the last time she'd seen her friend Subaru, even though it had only been about two months before. On the very day she had turned fifteen, about two weeks after seeing Subaru, she had finally entered what had been a long-sought-after stage of her life: adolescence, puberty. She'd grown an entire inch since then, putting her only one short of five feet, and gained at least five pounds, some of which were in places that made it obvious that she was no longer merely a little girl.
All of this was new and odd for Persis, but she did her best to simply ignore the oddness of it. Her only concession to her new appearance was a pretty, kimono-style top that showed her new, albeit small, figure without being actually revealing. This wasn't the reason that everyone everyone was looking at her, though. That was more due to the large, beautiful dog loping majestically by her side. The Saluki, Aara, was Persis' pet; her parents had allowed Persis to bring her to the platform before leaving. Her parents were somewhere behind her, maneuvering through the crowd, but it parted around Persis, once again due to Aara.
Persis scanned the crowd almost unconsciously, not even really knowing what she was looking for....
Post by Hebron James on Jan 29, 2011 16:46:15 GMT -8
'scuse me, pardon me, 'scuse me, pardon me...
It was like some horrid nightmare. No matter how many times he excused himself and pardoned himself, nobody seemed to notice the fact that he was carrying a very pointy object that was protesting very loudy.
"Mrow! Mrrraaaaooow!" The potted catcus he was holding protested the jostling students, the noise, the smell, and life in general. The six year old cat-looking cactus gazed around at the bustle and spat.
At least he's not puffed up...
Andrew wrestled his trunk onto the train one-handed and managed to not get it stuck in the narrow walkway between the compartments. A familiar, taunting voice stopped the new Herbology professor. Looking about and blocking the foot traffic, Andrew saw Urania and two other teachers. He judged them to not be students based on their age. He leaned his trunk against a wall and opened the compartment door.
Post by Milo Witte on Jan 30, 2011 14:16:41 GMT -8
"That sounds like heaven!" Milo had hardly uttered his words before he watched a dog open the door and enter with a briefcase in mouth. "Why, hullo there, handsome fella," he said in a friendly fashion, and being of the curious nature he was, he'd already managed to gather the year prior it was Urania. Students were quite useful resources. No sign of shock crossed his face. It was obvious to him the wolf wasn't a wolf, and while most animagi didn't wander about with a briefcase in tote or in their animagi form, it wasn't as though it was a complete surprise. He had been teaching for a year, after all. He'd seen this particular animagus before.
While she took the seat across from him by the window, Milo didn't pay attention to her beyond an occasional glance. Talking with an animagus wasn't going to work. It wasn't like she could sit and speak unless she barked, but what a racket that would be and only yes or no answers would be possible. "But how was your summer?" he said, looking back to Dresden, only to watch the woman transform into her human form. Then, he glanced away towards the compartment door as another male joined. He was older than a student, so Milo had no choice but to believe he was a professor. New, perhaps? He couldn't recognize him. "Join the party!" he said, glancing at the strange creature the blond had in hand. "I'm Milo, arithmancy. That's Dresden, dark arts. And...Urania, isn't it? Defense, no? You are?"
Post by Gideon Conleth on Jan 30, 2011 14:23:05 GMT -8
Ahh... The Hogwarts Express. Gideon paused for a moment, trunk at his side and broom (complete with case - much like a muggle hockey stick bag) slung over his shoulder. He hadn't seen this train in almost a decade - Merlin's beard that made him feel old. It seemed... Smaller? Although perhaps he was just bigger. Some to think of it the students looked smaller too - he could not have been that side in first year. They were children, barely out the cradle... Good grief.
But enough reminiscing - he didn't have time to just stand there and reminisce. There wasn't allot of time left, after all the train never left late. Quickly he stowed his trunk with the rest, but carried his broom with him. No way he was risking that being flung about where it could get broken. You could always fix a broom of course, but it would never be the same. That broom was his life line - he could probably call it a necessity now that he'd gained his new employment. So into the cabinet with him it went.
Carefully Gideon winded his way in between the teenagers who were milling about and into the the train. But now here was the issue. For the first time in ever on this train, Gideon knew no one... And had no one to sit with. Well that sounded like a childish problem. Great... As he walked through the carriages, Gideon caught site of either seriously old students, or staff. He didn't know what else to do, so started towards them. " Am I too assume I've found the staff carriage?" Gideon asked from the doorway, looking around carriage - mostly men he noted. They much be the staff... Surely...
Post by Dresden Faust on Jan 30, 2011 20:52:56 GMT -8
He chuckled at Milo's genuine enthusiasm before turning his attention to the carriage door as it slid open. A small smirk played on his face when a black wolf entered, complete with briefcase. Dresden was sure if wolves could smile, this one in particular would be grinning like mad. Having already deduced it was Urania as soon as the animagus trotted through the door he offed a small wave before he shimmied over so he was sitting near the door now, to give her room on the bench before turning his attention back to the Arithmancy professor. "My summer was pretty good actually. Managed to get myself back over to Germany for 6 weeks in June to visit some of my old teachers, one of which said he had a few new tricks he thought I'd like to learn to increase my repertoire." Chuckling he continued on, "Was pretty fun, got me away from my overbearing family and reminded my why I do so like to travel. You should really consider joining me on my next forray..." The Dark Arts professor didn't get to finish his sentence before another voice interrupted the calm of the carriage.
Glancing up to meet the new comer he had realized it was a face (no wait there were two new faces in the door now) that he didn't recognize. He assumed since they weren't 17 or younger, clearly adults, that they were part of the Hogwarts staff, professors by the look of it. "Well I suppose you could call this the professors carriage now, seeings how we are all professors...I think, he started before eying up the cactus cat thing, for lack of a better name to call it. "What the heck is that?"
Urania let out a sigh of mock sorrow and settled farther into her seat. "Am I to be feared no longer?" she cried dramatically, "Are my days of tormenting my fellow men over?" She grinned at Milo and Dresden, holding out her fist to both and grabbing each of their wrists in turn, forcing them to bump their knuckles with hers. "It's called a 'fist pound'," she explained casually, "It's a Muggle thing I picked up over the summer."
She listened to the conversation, but instantly leaped to her feet when Andrew entered the carriage. "Drew! You made it! Good to see you..." She hugged him without the slightest trace of self-consciousness, then gestured at her companions. "Andrew, this is Dresden and Milo. Guys, this is Andrew Burgess, one of our new professors and an old friend of mine...."
It was then that she spotted the catcus. "Ah, is this your little pet? How cute! I'm just not sure I want to pet it without a nice thick pair of dragon-hide gloves... maybe two pairs..." She had resumed her seat when the other man entered. "Hello," she greeted him, smiling kindly, "Join the party... what's your name? I assume you're a professor, so we need to at least have something to call you, you know..."
Post by Gideon Conleth on Jan 31, 2011 16:37:37 GMT -8
As Gideon scanned the cramped space he noted that they were all unfamiliar. But then again that wasn't surprising - he hadn't expected to recognize anyone. It was just a little odd. He had worked the same job for the best part of 10 years, with the same people for the most part... He'd hated the job for all those years, but it had been comfortable. This was a completely different setting - the unknown. More than a little daunting.
"Well I suppose you could call this the professors carriage now, seeings how we are all professors...I think" Gideon nodded, well that was something. These were his colleagues. They certainly looked like a mix of people. When the man spoke again Gideon followed his gaze to the cactus-cat thing. Gideon's eyebrows shot up. What was that indeed?! It was impressive though.
As the woman spoke Gideon prized his eyes from the spiky creature up to the woman who had addressed him and nodded at her assumption. " You assume right. I'm the new flying instructor," The faint trace of his Irish accent floated under the surface. It had faded somewhat over the decade he'd lived and worked in London with the ministry, but it was still there. Gideon held out his his hand too her, " Gideon Conleth.
Post by Takahashi Subaru on Jan 31, 2011 20:41:05 GMT -8
Another day, another train ride, another year at Hogwarts how exciting. His only consolation was at least it would get him out from under his father's feet and that was a bonus to both of them. So here he was standing on the platform, his old man having dropped him and took off as fast as possible. Subaru glanced around seeing if he could spy any of his year mates. There was one Slytherin girl standing on the platform with a giant dog by her side.
Thinking nothing of it he grabbed his things and was about to head to the train when he decided something about her looked awfully familiar. As he moved closer to her a small smirk found its way onto his face as he finally recognized who it was, Persis, a fellow Slytherin he had for lack of better term befriended over the summer. She seemed lost in thought, looking out over the crowd for who knows what. Heh. "You know if you get lost in thought like that for much longer you are going to miss the train" he stated rather nonchalantly.
Persis heard a familiar voice and turned to find the source of it. When she realized it was Subaru, she instantly found herself doing what was becoming routine around him: blushing and smiling from ear to ear. "Subaru! Hi!" Without thinking, she darted over and hugged him hard around the waist, her head only reaching his chest. After a second, she realized what she was doing and blushed even redder, especially since he had probably noticed that she had... changed.
"Erm... sorry," she muttered, releasing him and stepping back. Aara, taking the opportunity, surged up from behind Persis and play-bowed to Subaru before standing on her hind legs and placing her front paws on his shoulders. "Aara! Get down!" Persis cried in horror, but it was too late: her dog was giving Subaru a thorough face-bath.
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