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10 AM || Hogwarts Express to Leave at Noon

It was a day, like any other day in the merry ole city of London, with people jostling about the crowded streets each set on their own daily tasks while rain drizzled down from a dreary gray sky. Not much of any importance seemed to be about, well that is of course if you ignored the boisterous crowd that ambled about the entrance of a run down old tavern called The Leaky Caldron. A menagerie of curious clothing, pointed hats, and slurring’s of the most peculiar conversations could be heard there, while the patrons wandered in and out of the near antique wooden doors. What was most peculiar however, were the youth’s that seemed to slip into the adult tavern and yet never to come back out… It may have been just another day for the world of the Muggles but today was the most fortuitous of days for the world of Witch Craft and Wizardry, for today was the day to send off ones children to Hogwarts!

Last minute supplies, and purchases of odder items were to be found just beyond this tavern, the entrance to the famous Diagon Alley. As it seemed the Floo network was having some issues – one wasn’t sure where they would end up once they stepped into the lurid green flames; the public entrance that was this tavern seemed to be quiet busy today. Once one entered the tavern they would find the oddities only escalated as the world of Wizardry only intensified just past these doors. Young 1st​ years and older students however would slip past the adult scenery, ushered by their parents to the back door then further past a magic wall of bricks.

On past the entrance to the Alley there were many signs and missing faced flyers that parents would often hurry their children past, but it was clear that the disappearances were growing in numbers even to the most casual passer. But beyond that the stores awaited and people still seemed to have much to buy! Diagon Alley was a wonder to see with all that was there and these unfortunate had not dampened the spirits of the young it would appear as they hurried from shop to shop searching for the wares of their school year trades. They wouldn’t have long either as the minutes ticked on by and the schedule for the Hogwarts train was set just past noon, to get what they needed then to reach the ¾’s platform before departure.
 
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Silvery pink eyes stared vacantly out the windows of Florean Fortescue’s Ice Cream Parlour. She was just finishing up her Cherry Tart sundae while sitting across from a tall man with Sandy brown hair and a rather large book propped before his face. He’d been working his way through the many pages of a new guide on the locations and whereabouts to the elusive Antipodean Opaleye planning a trip no doubt while she was away at school this year. He’d packed his out suitcase and field cart that very morning. While she was excited to see him going out in the field again – she only wished she could ditch the school year and go out with him. She flicked her tongue over the cherry cream and finished the cone quickly enough before pulling out her supplies list for the year and clearing her throat.

Fintan Lyrik jumped a little and looked meekly over the rim of the books binding at his daughter. “Is it time to go spend more of my money?” He asked sheepishly with a grin she could only see in the small wrinkles about his eyes. She cherished that happiness in her father’s face and already started to feel a bit home sick for his abscense. She didn’t want him to go – at least not without her.

She nodded and gave a mighty stretch before replying “It doesn’t appear that the rain will let up any time soon either so I guess we should be quick about it yeah?” She looked out the window again while toying idly with a few strands of her silvery hair. “Or else all my supplies will be damp.” She looked rather unhappy about that. Her father reached over and batted her hand down before fixing her hair.

“You really shouldn’t toy with your hair so much” He said and then stood stretching his own full height of 6’3” and then helping her up. She wore a simple skirt which she battered back into place a simple collared shirt with far to many wrinkles, and a navy blue and white stripped tie with her Ravenclaw insigna at the bottom. Over all this she had a bat eared hood that’s length nearly reached to the same length as her skirt. A pair of high top converse shoes that had been folded down over a pair of dark gray thigh tall socks. Her dad looked her over and shook his head “Wherever did you get your fashion sense?” He laughed at her and then brushed her hair behind her ears. “Head on over to Flourish and Blotts I know it’s your favorite anyways. I will meet you there after I make a quick stop.” He turned and lifted his own cart and trunk and headed out with her following closely behind him.

On her back was a cat like bag that gave a strange twitch every now and again as she walked down the cobblestoned street and headed into Flourish and Blotts. Her father had not been wrong when he noted it being her favorite. Something about the feel of quill on paper, the smell of bound pages, and the allure of the many colorful books just made her ever so happy. She moved to a case looking for a new quill to use for the semester her last one had been worn half to hell by the end of her first year. She also needed to find her new textbooks and a few spare spools of parchment to use this year.

She paused however at one unusual book covered with runes she’d yet to study, she dragged the tome from the shelf and started to flip through the many pages when a familiar voice came across her shoulder “Ms. Lyrik I see your curiousity ever abounds” She spun to face the elderly man with weathered skin, whispy hair, and circular rimmed glasses.

“Professor Mabit!” She explained as her heart slowed down and she gave him a warm smile “Always Curious yes!” She giggled and tilted her head a little “What brings you here?”

“Same as you I’d assume my dear, same as you! I hope to see you in the year to come – much to much to do today I only wanted to stop and say hello. Though I should warn that book is much to ahead of your years. Perhaps you would still enjoy it. It’s filled with many lovely fables and old lores. Well I’m off my dear!” He said and shuffled quickly away. Bleskiella’s eyes fell back upon the tomb and she quirked her brow as she tilted her head and decided this would be her guilt gift from dad. Now she just had to get her supplies!
 

Knockturn alley was just as Hadrian had remembered it; dank, cobweb ridden, and unusually dark despite the clear weather. At the very least most of it's more 'active' inhabitants have receded back into the shadows, wary to walk among the day. The empty street felt oddly somber, a contrast from it's usually menacing atmosphere. Nevertheless Hadrian still made it a point to keep his hood drawn and head down, obscuring most of his features and away from prying eyes. Despite the winding and cramped pathways his steps remained assured and soon the sound of voices could be heard. Turning swiftly he was finally greeted by the bright hustle and bustle of Diagon Alley.

A few wary glances were cast his way as he fully emerged from the shadows. Hadrian couldn't blame them for their suspicions as he too saw the scores of missing posters pasted upon local bulletin boards and around every street corner. No one knew when the same grim fate would greet them causing a sense of turmoil to brew among the wizarding community. Everyone was subject to doubt. The start of a new school year however had proven to be a good form of distraction, allowing good spirits and excitement to filter through the public. Having assimilated into the crowd Hadrian let his hood fall, displaying a green and silver necktie that corresponded with the serpentine crest upon his school uniform.

All around him streams of witchs and wizards wore their Hogwart's robes. Some even greeting him with an enthusiastic wave or a polite smile. There was one specific first year however that he was looking for. As if on cue he spotted a small figure, straining on their toes and shifting a pair of nervous green eyes through the passing masses. For a moment Hadrian watched with amusement as his little brother continued to search the crowd before finally stepping into his field of vision. A look of relief dawned on the younger boy's face as his sibling approached him.

"Hadi! Where were you?? What happened??? Where did you-"

"It looks I must have mispronounced something and gotten floo'd off a couple of blocks down" Hadrian explained. He smiled slightly when the other pinned him with a skeptic look. "Did I worry you?"

"Of course not!" Ciel quickly rejected, crossing his arms indigently before mumbling, "Worry is an understatement...."

"Is that so?" Hadrian hummed thoughtfully, "Would a sincere apology be an overstatement?"

"No...but some ice cream would be nice too" Ciel added, a hopeful look in his eyes.

"A Slytherin in the making" Hadrian sighed, gently scruffing up his brother's hair as he nodded in resignation. The latter smiled a toothy green before running towards Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlour, tugging his older sibling along. After this little detour they would begin shopping for school supplies, beginning with acquiring Ciel's long awaited wand.
 
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Marie Corrin stood in silence as her grandparents flitted to and fro, gathering her supplies without so much as a "Does this work for you, dear?" or "How do you like it? We only send you with the best, you know." Not that she particularly minded the fact that her grandparents wanted nothing more than to get rid of her for the school year. She was only a pureblood in name, after all, and they would never let her forget it.

What they did say was more of a threat than anything else. "Numerology and Gramattica, is it?" her grandmother quipped, peering her nose down at the short girl. "Arithmancy is not for the faint of heart. Are you sure you can handle it?" Marie said nothing, simply nodding in response. Of course she could handle it. Were it not for her upbringing, many a-professor had argued she might have well been placed in Ravenclaw. Her grandmother pursed her lips but said nothing, instead shoving a few galleons into Marie's hand. "Go buy yourself something sweet. We will meet you at Madame Malkin's in a half-hour."

With that, Marie was released. She sighed, winding her way through the crowd Florean Fortescue's. Several Hogwarts students here and there smiled and said hello, all jovial smiles and perfect amiability. She returned the favor, of course, knowing full well that, while some were completely genuine in their smiles, others were not. Upon reaching the ice cream parlour, irritation coursed through her. Every year her grandparents sent her off without so much as a hug or a kiss goodbye, their own self-importance overpowering any affection they may (or may not) have for her. It was rightly infuriating, but she'd learned quickly to not let such a thing bother her too much. After all, she was glad to get away from it all at Hogwarts--the one place where she could almost be herself.

Sighing, she left the parlour right as she got to the front of the long line, deciding to better spend her time elsewhere. She wasn't in the mood for her grandparents' "sweets" trick to get her away. Instead, she moved for Madame Malkin's fifteen minutes early, prepared to take a gamble and ask them to let her try for the Quidditch team this year. They had nothing against the sport; in fact, they rarely missed a game destined to be interesting. Rather, they had everything against her playing, and she had yet to discover why. Even if she couldn't make the team, she wanted to at least try.

But that was her life, constantly dictated by the people who considered themselves a cut above the rest. She wasn't completely innocent of that sentiment, either, but she at least had the tolerance to accept anyone who could prove themselves well enough.
 
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