[open]On the way to Hogwart

[Lindsey Brechin]

((This was before she arrived at Higwarts, of course))

Students loaded the train. Parents, grandparents, and family were waving good-bye, and some of the parents were crying for joy. They all were watching there kids leave the station. They all yelled and waved and then some just went on the train and set in there sit.

Lindsey had already gone on the train, no one but her grandmother was here, and she was already home. She looked at her wand and one of her books. She heard something, but all it was, was the train moving. She had never been on a train. She set and looked out the window.

A hour had went by and you could see the sun going down but it was raining alittle. People were still walking around the hallway. The trolly lady came by and Lindsey got something. She got a chocolate frog and she set back down. She was alone in the compartment, but she was just watching outside.

She soon fell asleep, she had eaten the frog and just fell asleep on the set. Her robe was on and it hit her feet when she set down. Her wand was in her pocket and she just sleep like a baby. She was young and a first year. Her wavy blonde hair hid her blue eyes, and it was in her face

[naidayeni]

OOC: This is a reply coming from ‘shopping’; I just moved her here in response to our closing of that thread. Sorry this is pretty bad; I’m doing it at school and being rushed to do it in like 10 minutes.

Trickling splashes of grain liquids fell atop her robe, but the Gryffindor girl simply shrugged it off and kept prancing down the aisle way. The train bound for Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizadry was docked to leave in five minutes, and if Naida and the girl didn’t make it down there quick enough they could miss it. Her being a 7th year and the other having this to be the first time coming to school, neither one of them needed to miss the train and miss their chances at beginning, or ending their wicken careers. Silent brown-blue eyes watched the girl, trying to focus on when they were back in the robe and cloth shop. Her name was…Lindsey Brechin; yes, that was it. It was an odd name, even for a 1st year Gryffindor, but all the same, Naida was to help her make it to the train on time.

A long, narrow passageway once you got on the train, was filled to the brim with people hustling around trying to find a cart that would hold them and their party. Most new students traveled alone, and could easily be singled out from the others; who went along in groups of friends that have known each other for the years past. Naida herself passed person upon person that she was good acquaintences with, who asked her to join them but she would shrug and point to Lindsey. Escort... was the message she sent them with a roll of the eyes and a quirky little smile. If she really didn't want to be doing this, she wouldn't be, but the fact that the girl was quick enough to realize the trick she tried to play on her earlier gave Naida enough curiousity to travel with her on this trip.

Yet as the friends passed, so did the many foes and enemies that she had made over her past 6 years, all of them scowling at her, mirroring her own face. Naida knew Tannith and her group of friends had to be somewhere within them, Jude and Abbie too; everyone coming to Hogwarts were headed to the train now. One good thing was, though, she didn't see anyone that she particularly despised, and so she kept moving past the many cars until Lindsey finally disappeared into one. The 7th year ignored it at first, traveling past her and sitting in another car with a group of her more close friends, but ignored them for the first hour or so. Sighing, and walking slowly, Naida made her way back toward the top of the train, where the 1st year sat alone with no one wanting to enter her compartment.

Seat taken?

She asked, motioning to the row of seats opposite to her, bagged luggage in hand. The girl tilted her head against the small doorframe, lazily looking toward Lindsey, the questioning look still upon her face. A softy, she was not, but her common curiousity got the best of her, and Naida narrowed her eyes to study the girl more interesting. Who was this girl...?

[Faber Shaw]

Why was it that Faber was always late for everything? Even now, his last year at Hogwarts, and he was late for the train. Pushing his way through the barrier, not even bothering to see if any muggles were watching, he saw that the scarlet engine hadn’t left yet, but it was soon, considering the Engineer was shouting “All aboard!” He climbed on to the train, just in time, as it lurched forward as he started to make his way down the track. No doubt it was going to be difficult to find a place to sit.

He walked past every compartment to see groups of friends talking and such , looking like they were having a good time. Faber never really could find a place to sit unless he ran into one of his friends, but again, they had probably already taken up a compartment. He sighed making his way up the train past the third and second years. He figured he was going to end up sitting with a scared and lonely first year. Wouldn’t that be quite the first impression of Hogwarts? A boy with a plain black shirt that clung tightly to his slender frame, baggy pants being held to his hips by a green and black studded belt, unnaturally black hair falling in front of blue eyes with rings of eyeliner around them and to top it all off, snake bites on his bottom lip. Yes, this first year was in for quite the first impression.

Even walking down the area that the first years normally sat he could see even groups of them talking having a good time. That was just the icing on the cake. Faber ran a hand through his straight black hair and considered just sitting up against a wall in the hall. It wasn’t like he had never sat up against the wall. Most people would find it uncomfortable, but it was his comfort zone. But the thoughts were dismissed when he saw a compartment with a blond first year, and girl he had never met before obviously and a seventh year Gryffindor who he knew by the name of Naida. So maybe he wasn’t alone in a search for somewhere to sit.

Silently, Faber went to stand beside Naida, and scuffed the floor with his navy blue converse shoe. He ran his tongue across his lips over the two piercing. He glanced from the first year in the compartment to Nadia with his blue eyes. “You mind if I join?” He asked not really sure of who to direct the question to.

[Lindsey Brechin]

Lindsey awoke with the sound of two people. I looked up to see Naida, A girl she had met at the alley and a cute boy she had never met with peircing. Wow, He was alittle cute, but she kept herself from blushing. She looked at the set, and then at the two people. She took her hand and placed it on the pants leg that had a drawing on it from bordom.

She looked up forgetting her manners and pointing to the seats. She then looked at them and finally opened her mouth and let her sweet voice ring in the cart.

"Sure take a set I don't mind at All" She said to them, She moved closer to the window incase they wanted to set on her set. She then looked outside and saw it was raining. She looked at them again and had a question on her mind.

"I have a question, well a few, First, I am afaid I never met you?" She looked to the cute boy, She liked peicings, She liked Tattoos and was going to get on one day. "And, are we to get our bags when we get off the train" She said it. Her scottish accent was strong, and she looked at Naida.

((Sorry, I am trying to catch up I have not been home over the weekend))

[naidayeni]

Questions, questions, questions; what is it with 1st years and questions. The Gryffindor, aged girl looked at Faber with a nodding smile, and continued into the cart, sitting opposite of Lindsey, who was also by a window seat. Eyes then watched as Lindsey shifted and stared out the window, into the clouds that had opened up their bottoms to allow the liquid to come pouring out. It would be peaceful enough, if not the tension of strangers joining; although, to Naida at least, she knew both of the students who were joining her now, and therefore had no problem with the arrangement. To answer her question about the baggage, a grin spread across her face as she waved her off.

The baggage will be shipped to your rooms via...helpers. Don't worry, you only have to carry your bags on, not off.

She looked to Faber, hand raised slightly in a wave before returning to the task at hand. A round, black stone, one she had found in the Forbidden Forest two years before, twirled between her palms and fit snug to the bottoms of her fingers. Naida was always fond of things so unique as a perfectly rounded stone; not oval, or even a hint of point on it. Just simply...unique. Amazingly, Lindsey spoke no other words than her questions and her comment to Faber, and the 7th year was glad for the silence. She did not have much of that anymore, especially around her home back in Rivfclyde.

With her father vanished, and her mother dying, every witch and wizard that lived around her nome was always trying to pamper and protect her. They brought food for her, and provided an immense welcoming every time she would walk into the room. There was no room, no time for Naida to relax; it nearly drove her crazy at times. Memories were all that she had left of the calm and peacefulness that was, before her entering Hogwarts and trying to outlive her father. In fact, she had never wanted to come to the school in the first place. Yet now here she was, on her last trainride, heading for the last frontier of her knowledge of the craft. It was finally her time to show what she was made of.

Being the only child, true, Naida had been spoiled when she was younger, and even now she was bombarded with gifts and money before leaving out for Diagon Alley. Breathing slowly to steady her heartbeat, the Gryffindor girl looked to Lindsey with a quivering irritation.

First years don't usually stand up to people like Jude, and I, on their first meeting. Not to steretype or anything, but you don't seem like the type to be angry at someone for a little prank. Not to ignore you, Faber, just talking of old news with...Lindsey.

She looked to Faber and turned her attention to the padded seat next to her for a moment, before looking back to her fellow Housemate.

[Lindsey Brechin]

The clouds let it rain heavy. She felt like singing, she had always loved to sing but she did not like to sing in public. She looked around outside. Her mind wondering to her horses, and animals of scotland. She had left them to come here and her grandparents said they would be fine. She smiled as she saw Lightning, Something about lightning made her smile, and thunder made her heart race like the wind. She though of the day she was riding and Lightning struck behind her horse and a large crash of thunder was heard, and they were out running thunder and Lightning. She smiled, and then turned to her housemate and Faber.

"Do you think I will be a good witch, Naida" She said as she looked at her wand in her small 11 year-old hand. She had never though of being a witch and now she knew it was something she would learn to love, but she felt like she already did. She was so happy to be on the train. He mind was wondering threw her though like a wild horse in search of water, in a desert.

She then looked at Faber, He was cute but she knew he would not be interested and all the wonderful stuff, So she knew she would just be friends. She placed her wand in her pocket and set back on the soft seat. She layed her head back and thought of a conforsation. She then looked at Naida and Faber. "Where did you two come from, Me scotland," She said to them, her voice in a strong scottish accent.

She went back to her horse, Patrick. He was pure black and had been abused. He was Arabian and Lindsey had to train him from scrap. She had to learn about his additude. She though of them running threw the pasture and lightning behind them. She though of them in the creek in the pasture. He was laying in a shallow part and she was swimming a much deeper part. He would neigh and call to her until she got on his back and she would showoff to the bypassing cars. She loved it

[Faber Shaw]

Faber slipped into the compartment, his eyes fixed to the floor. He took a seat across from Lindsey. He stared at the worn knees of his jeans, listing to the other two talk and the rain as it fell outside. What a ride this’d be. He never did do much talking unless asked. But when he heard that Lindsey, a first year, had stood up to someone much older, he glanced up quickly. “I’d never have the guts to do that,” he smiled lightly. On the outside, Faber would let people generally push him around, but when it came down to it, he wouldn’t let much get to him.

Faber turned his attention back to the knee of his jeans, lowering his head. Maybe that was a part of his problem. He paid more attention to little antimonite things then the people around him. The fact that he’d just shut people out. That he’d go a whole day without giving much though to people he didn’t know and wasn’t close to. Maybe that was why when he get depressed no one had known.

Again Faber looked up when Lindsey asked where they were from. “I’m from the heart of London,” he said. “Born and raised there, so I guess you can call me a city kid,” he grinned. When he said city kind he really meant it. He’d spend the day out on the street with his camera in the summer. Any drive over twenty minutes was a long one in Faber’s eyes.

He turned his attention to back out the window watching the trees and fields pass him, something he only saw twice a year, on his way to and from Hogwarts. When he’d look out the window at home, cars and people would pass by no matter what time at night it was. It was like they said, the city never sleeps.

[[gah, sorry for the cruddy-ness]]

[Lindsey Brechin]

Trees went by, It was a pretty site. Some birds flew by and you could barely see the river that ran under the bridge they were going over. Lindsey smiled at the site and saw so much she barely saw in Scotland. It was something she loved the country. She did not see how people lived in the city but that was there choose, not hers. She watched as different bird flew around. The sun was just now setting and it was a pretty site.

She looked at Faber. He seemed alittle depressed but she did not say anything. She heard him say where he was from and nodded. "I like the country more then the city, I like the peaceful country land of scotland." She said in a sweet voice. "And why is everyone amazed by people standing up for themselves." She said. She had to stand up for herself. It was her job to make sure the farm stayed in top shape for visiters.

People walked by and the trolly came by with food. "Anything from the trolly dearys" Lindsey shock her head and then looked at Naida and Faber. The trolly lady looked to the two others and waited for a few seconds. "Well Dearys you all know Where to find me" She said in a sweet voice and went on to the next compartment. Lindsey nodded and pulled her legs up into the seat. She had been asleep and now she could not sleep. She looked around the place and leaned agenst the glass.

The compartment was silent for a while and Lindsey was falling asleep again. She was not big in train rides. She never got to do anything. She saw a few people pass and they did not pay any attiontion. She closed her eyes, but she was not asleep, Nope. She was just thinking of home. Horses, Open feilds. She loved it and now she would have to wait until it came time to come home. She though of her friends and family. She wondered how her friend, Deedee, was doing and her sick granfather.

[naidayeni]

[ My god I hate this post...it sucks...and its nothing like special to me. -whines desperately-
Lindsey, dear, you may want to watch on keeping your posting in turn. Even though it doesn't matter and its not much, my turn was before yours. Have a bit of patience XD]

The food trolly clanged down the aisleway, offering anything to her but she shrugged it off and looked at the floor. With a sigh, the man continued on with his journey until the noise finally stopped clanging when he went out of hearing distance. Ears listened to Lindsey and Faber as to where they were from, originally. London...what is up with everyone being from London! The train of thought that spun off of the last, was apparently contrast. Of course many people would be from London, that were going to Hogwarts...where was Hogwarts cloaked? Around London. Rolling her eyes at herself, Naida decided to find her time to speak in.

Germany...I had an accent when I was little, but quickly grew out of it. My father-

She nearly choked on her words with sickness. Her father had never been around, never cared for her; he only like the fact that she came from a powerful wicken line and that she could 'make him proud.' But these two wouldn't know that, despite the fact that she knew them all too well. No one could ever see that even though her soul was blackened, her heart still whined with need for affection, and pained from the hole left by her father. Even when her sisters or, when her mother was still alive, her mom talked about it with her, Naida was quick to shove it off, and not try to talk about it. Fatherly-love was a hard fact that handle, and had been the first and only thing in her life to bring a tear to her eye. It was very rare...but common, on that subject.

-he, uh, didn't do much to try to keep it up. I had an American friend that I was actually close to; she influenced my style the most...

Naida was proud of her heritage; German girls were usually very exictable and happy-go-lucky nearly all of the time. However, she didn't fit into their equation all to well. I guess that is why I am more into the bad boys so much...Slytherin guys, phew, don't get me started. Her mind fluttered briefly to Jude Morte, but it shrugged off. He was just a little fling; a mutual crush that would go no farther than that. If it were to, nothing would eventually come out of it, so why go into it in the first place? The Gryffindor girl was stubborn, but wasn't proud or stuck-up like most thought she was since a Gryffindor. People need to realize that she wasn't a snob, no matter what they thought, originality was her speciality.

Her attention quickly moved on to Faber, watching his nervous eyes and thinking to what might become of them in the future. They had been semi-friends for a while, and this event could possibly spark some time of friendship to come; then again, it could prove to be a horrid mistake on both their parts and drive them farther away from each other, mentally. The boy seemed cool enough, sweet to alot of people including this Lindsey girl that she had met in the robe shop. From experience, Naida was quite aware that it was easy to get along with 1st years, as long as you don't try to play pranks or set them aside from all others; this included most students, exceeding alot ones that had been chosen into the House of Slytherin. Most of those guys, girls as well, could be absolute jerks, even so young.

Taff. Taff was the one person/thing that could understand her point of view of the world around her. He knew that she wasn't fake and didn't try to control everything. The snake himself only wanted a comfortable enviroment to stay in, and a safe place where no one would bother them. What else in life seemed better? Naida loved her pet snake, and missed him dearly. She hadn't spoke parseltongue for quite some time, and the anxiety of it all was getting to her.

[Lindsey Brechin]

{{Sorry, I never really looked at Turns to be honesty Sorry}}

She looked at the girl with a bit of couriousty. Wow, German That was a good blood. Lindsey for some reason had always like the germans. Most were really nice, But she also loved Scotland. It was her home and always would be. She smiled and looked at the cart they were in. Small, only big enough for a few people. She wondered about the other students. Why was the school devided by four houses. What was the point. It was really stupid to her.

She looked at Faber, he was a nice boy but very shy. Well that did not mean he was a bad boy. Look were very misleading. He had probally never done anything. Lindsey looked at him, then at Naida. "Wow, German, That is cool, I have never met anyone from German. Wow, that is cool. Sorry I must sound like a complete dork. My family only is my grandparents. My parentd died when I was young, I remember one thing my mother told me, before she did. Hogwarts. She said the name Hogwarts. I did not understand it at first but now I do" She had to sound like a complete dork. No one talked so much, but at least she could accually live up to it.

She looked at Faber again. London, to big for her taste. Sorry, but it was. She had always seen London as a huge city, Lindsey was more country then anything eles, and A big city was something she could not live with. She could live anywhere eles but not there. She looked at him and desided to speak. "I have met a few people from London, But it is to big for my taste. I like country but that is my say, I don't know what you say about it. Opinons, can be so bothering." She gave a soft smile and set back again. She closed her eyes and saw her family again.

Mother, father, grandmother, grandfather. I missed them too and only after a few hours She tossed it over her shoulder. She would write when she got there. That was the only thing she could do. She looked at her hands and her fingers. Her mother and grandmother gave her this trait. Hands able to control a wand. She smiled. Her grandfather and father gave her the strength to fight back and not give up. Wow, this was a great gift She smiled and looked around the cart again. She layed her head on the glass and looked outside.

[naidayeni]

Naida has left this thread, due to its inactivity.

[Lindsey Brechin]

Ya so did I and I made it, The thread is finished