Post by Carmen Lovine on Dec 6, 2009 17:49:11 GMT -5
Carmen ran through the barrier of Platform 9 3/4, hoping her parents weren't too worried about her. This year was her first getting on the train without a goodbye on the platform, and she was slightly depressed about that.
But on the up-side, she got to spend more time with her friends and get a compartment and have a window seat. That was good, right? She could see the countryside whizzing past before her very eyes, marvel at the scenery, and maybe read a book of poems her mother had given her as a goodbye gift.
With any luck she wouldn't embarrass herself until she was at Hogwarts. And, if not, she would probably be flat on her face in a few minutes. She prayed it was the former and not the latter intensely, not wanting to try her luck magically fixing her nose that day.
The Sixth Year Witch turned at the waist to check on Patches with a grin. "How are you holding up back there?" she asked gently, pausing to steady the barn owl's cage and watch him hoot and ruffle his feathers up. "You're certainly being a good sport about this, though. I know Mom usually carries your cage but she's busy today and so is Dad."
She must have looked odd, talking to her owl in the middle of a crowd of hurrying wizards and witches. But she didn't mind at the time, she liked talking to Patches when she was alone or had no one else to talk to, he was part of the family–depspite her mother's disapproval at first–and she treated him as such.
Taking the ring atop the cage into her free hand, Carmen continued forward toward the train. She was excited for the new year. Her O.W.L.s had turned out slightly better than she'd hoped, opening up the ability to sign up for the classes she wanted and not sign up for Potions (she'd done dreadfully in that particular area and was glad she didn't have to take it any longer). Not to mention her friends would be there, and she could catch up with them.
This was going to be, with luck, a good year.
But on the up-side, she got to spend more time with her friends and get a compartment and have a window seat. That was good, right? She could see the countryside whizzing past before her very eyes, marvel at the scenery, and maybe read a book of poems her mother had given her as a goodbye gift.
With any luck she wouldn't embarrass herself until she was at Hogwarts. And, if not, she would probably be flat on her face in a few minutes. She prayed it was the former and not the latter intensely, not wanting to try her luck magically fixing her nose that day.
The Sixth Year Witch turned at the waist to check on Patches with a grin. "How are you holding up back there?" she asked gently, pausing to steady the barn owl's cage and watch him hoot and ruffle his feathers up. "You're certainly being a good sport about this, though. I know Mom usually carries your cage but she's busy today and so is Dad."
She must have looked odd, talking to her owl in the middle of a crowd of hurrying wizards and witches. But she didn't mind at the time, she liked talking to Patches when she was alone or had no one else to talk to, he was part of the family–depspite her mother's disapproval at first–and she treated him as such.
Taking the ring atop the cage into her free hand, Carmen continued forward toward the train. She was excited for the new year. Her O.W.L.s had turned out slightly better than she'd hoped, opening up the ability to sign up for the classes she wanted and not sign up for Potions (she'd done dreadfully in that particular area and was glad she didn't have to take it any longer). Not to mention her friends would be there, and she could catch up with them.
This was going to be, with luck, a good year.
