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Post by Remus J. Lupin on Aug 1, 2004 7:59:00 GMT -5
“All those coming aboard, get on now!” a man yelled, as Remus Lupin, soon to be a third year Gryffindor, walked up to the scarlet steam-engine on Platform Nine And Three Quarters. Dragging his battered old trunk behind him, Remus boarded the train with the last few stragglers.
Looking up and down the hallway in the train, Remus observed that there seemed to be no more empty compartments. Shrugging, Remus pushed through the throng of people. Suddenly, a fifth year girl pushed past him.
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Post by TheNightWorld on Aug 1, 2004 8:17:25 GMT -5
Kestrel Redfern stopped, and turned around to face the amber-eyed boy. “What?” she snapped, hands on her hips as she surveyed him. “God, you’re a baby. You don’t even retaliate when I shove you?” She frowned at him, hands still placed firmly on her hips.
Kestrel leaned forwards, peering into his eyes. “What’s your name, kid?” she asked gently, a smile tugging at the corner of her lips. This kid had something about him, some strange aura which gave off a sense of strength.
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Post by Remus J. Lupin on Aug 1, 2004 8:32:19 GMT -5
Remus looked slightly shocked that she was talking to him, and calling him a ‘baby’ at that. “Remus,” he replied, still looking shocked. “Remus Lupin.” He felt strange now, why was she looking into his eyes, and trying not to smile?
“Why?” he asked quietly, mainly to himself as he walked past her. Just find an empty compartment, and hope she doesn’t come in, Remus thought, walking quickly along the corridor of the train.
At long last he found an empty compartment, and slid open the glass door. It smelt, quite frankly, of wine. Remus frowned, stepping into the small room and kicking his trunk beneath the seat. Strange, why did it smell of wine? He saw the answer quickly: A spilt bottle of wine on the seat.
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Post by TheNightWorld on Aug 1, 2004 13:40:08 GMT -5
Kestrel watched the boy walk off, a smile on her placid face. “Because you’re interesting,” she whispered, answering his quiet question. Hmm, perhaps he wouldn’t be as bad as the other Gryffindors? Maybe… Maybe they could be friends? “Nah,” she told herself quietly, walking down the corridor of the now moving train. “He’s a Gryffindor. Scum.”<br> She opened the door to the last semi-empty compartment. Noticing him scrutinizing the spilt wine, Kestrel stepped into the compartment. “Ah, thought I lost that,” she smiled, picking up the now empty bottle. “I guess it spilt.” Kestrel shrugged, grinning that strange innocent grin, which didn’t even suit her. It was too… It had a crazed look behind it.
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Post by Remus J. Lupin on Aug 2, 2004 3:41:14 GMT -5
Remus looked up at her, frowning harder now. “You brought wine? But how did you get here before me?” Remus asked, frowning even harder. This girl was confusing, and he didn’t even know her name.
Sitting down, Remus looked to the window. “What’s your name?” he questioned, trying to create a conversation without the word ‘wine’ included in it.
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Post by Sirius Black on Aug 3, 2004 6:52:09 GMT -5
A lanky teenage jogged along, winding his trunk-laden trolley through the scores of people that stood about – not an unusual sight at Kings Cross Station, London. The simple garments that hung about his gangling frame proclaimed him to be yet another nonentity, yet another passenger waiting for a train – well running for a train. But this was not strictly true. If any passer-by were to study the male a little more closely than was customary, they would soon notice the few oddities that separated him from the hundreds of people amongst which he ran. A rod, perhaps eleven or so inches long, protruded from the back pocket of tatty jeans; an aged broom, unable to be crammed into the trunk, was instead tucked beneath a skinny arm. Suddenly, the child came to a halt. Sweeping away a lock of raven hair, he glanced about, usually laughing eyes stilled by the slight apprehension that had now settled in his stomach. His sharp gaze wandered about before resting upon a clock. Seemingly alarmed by this, the male turned around. Having rolled up his sleeves and narrowing his eyes, the teen began to reverse. Once he had traveled about five meters he stopped. After allowing a sharp intake of breath to enter his lungs, he began to move off again. His steps were hasty, carrying him forwards in the direction of a barrier, each one propelling him faster and further. And yet his actions remained the same, his speed did not slow. Only moments before impact did the child make any movement that suggested that he did, in fact, realize that he was about to crash into a brick wall. Closing his eyes and tensing his shoulders, the boy braced himself for what was to come. Just as he did so, he disappeared from the eye of anyone who may have been watching him, only to reappear on a new platform, just as busy as the previous one on which he had stood – except these people were of a different type. The boy was now standing amongst many of his own kind, no longer being jostled by ‘muggles’ but instead by witches and wizards, families of fellow pupils. The lad looked about, ignoring the sights of the station, people waving to passengers already on the train, other latecomers, like himself frantically boarding the most magnificent train the he could ever be seen ever seen. A scarlet locomotive wreathed in the white steam that burst forth from its funnel as it prepared to leave. Pushing through the waving bodies, the tall boy made his way over to the engine – his transportation to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, his school, his home. But it wouldn’t be if he didn’t hurry These words flooding his mind, the child wrenched open the first door he came to and fell into a compartment. It was full. Heaving his trunk from the trolley and dragging it after him, he staggered on, fighting his way through hundreds of pupils, squashing innumerable amounts of toes, ignoring the scolding that followed him as he walked, trying to remain balanced as the train moved off. Finally, after a long journey, the male found an empty compartment. Thankfully, he threw himself into a chair, sighing deeply and releasing his firm grip on the handle of the trunk. Head resting on the heel of his pale hand, the child stared through the window, lost in his own thoughts, overwhelmed with relief. He hadn’t missed the train. It took him several moments to realize why he could not see out of the window, why everything was cloaked in black. He sat upright in order to consider the phenomenon. Ah. That might be it… Impatiently brushing the curtain of dark hair from equally dark eyes, the child resumed his pensive pose, daylight flooding his vision once more. ’C’mon Sirius,” was the thought that ran round his head at this point, “You’re a Black… pull yourself together, stop being so damn stupid… what would James and Remus think if they saw you now?”<br>
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Post by Remus J. Lupin on Aug 3, 2004 8:07:14 GMT -5
Seeing the girl not answering him, Remus shrugged. “Don’t worry, I’m used to being ignored,” he muttered, sighing slightly. Yet the girl still didn’t answer him. This caused Remus to frown.
“Hey, you haven’t seen James Potter or Sirius Black around have you?” Mister Lupin asked the girl. Still no response. “Hey!”<br>
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Post by TheNightWorld on Aug 3, 2004 8:10:05 GMT -5
Kestrel jolted, looking to the boy. “Sorry! I was dreaming. I do that sometimes, and forget about everything else,” she snorted and winked at him. “That’s why I’m such a nuisance in class.”<br> “Name? Kestrel Redfern, pleased to meet you Remus Lupin,” she replied, then tapped her chin, striking up a thinking pose. “And as for your friends: No, I haven’t seen them. Heard of them, yes.”
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Post by Remus J. Lupin on Aug 3, 2004 10:49:48 GMT -5
“You’ve heard of them? How’s that?” Remus asked, frowning slightly. He shook Kestrel’s hand, loosing the frown. “You daydream, eh? So do I, glad we have something in common,” Remus laughed.
“Might I ask what house you’re in?” Remus asked her, smiling instead of frowning now. He liked Kestrel, she seemed… Nice and funny, in most ways.
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Post by Sirius Black on Aug 4, 2004 2:58:22 GMT -5
As Sirius sat daydreaming, the voice of his friend, Remus, swam round his head. Shaking his head to quieten the voice, Sirius shifted in his seat. No matter what he did though, the voice did not fade. Eventually Sirius came to the conclusion that the voice was, in fact, reality and not a figment of his imagination.
Aglow with the knowledge that at least one of his friends was nearby, Sirius opened the door of the compartment and strode out, abandoning his trunk.
As he entered the corridoor, the cool air hit him like a wave breaking on the shore. Having savoured this moment of refreshment for a few minutes, Sirius moved on, peering into every compartment he shuffled past.
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Post by Remus J. Lupin on Aug 4, 2004 5:33:32 GMT -5
“Actually, don’t worry about telling me. I know already,” Remus added, looking at her slightly ripped robes. “You’re in Slytherin. And I’m in Gryffindor—that makes us enemies, right?” he asked, frowning now, his smile vanishing.
It was well known that Slytherins didn’t get along well with other houses—especially Gryffindors. So what would make Remus an exception, even if they did seem to get along at first, things would probably turn out bad.
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Post by Lilykin on Aug 4, 2004 13:15:10 GMT -5
Both of them impatient for Remus Lupin, Aphtren sighed hinting anger and Lenatrina tried to hide her annoyance behind a thick suitcase which she shuffled around instead of getting chaotic.
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Post by horselover343 on Aug 4, 2004 13:54:53 GMT -5
A frantic red head jumped onto the train, worried that it would soon be leaving. "Damn parents" she cursed under her breath. Her red hair was pulled back into a pony tail revealing her stark green eyes. She began to search the corridors for a compartment with her friends or just an empty one. In her pocket was her wand as always. Popping her head in one compartment she saw the familiar face of Remus Lupin, amoung others.
"Mind if I join you Remus? There's no room anywhere else."
She waited paitently for his response, knowing that James would probably join them soon, but there was no where else she could go. She'd just have to endure him for the ride.
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Post by Remus J. Lupin on Aug 4, 2004 13:56:56 GMT -5
Remus looked around, hearing someone asking him a question. Upon seeing Lily, he nodded, grinning slightly. “Sure, Lily, come on in,” he said, then pulled him head back into the compartment, and sat down.
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Post by TheNightWorld on Aug 4, 2004 14:10:02 GMT -5
The Slytherin girl snorted, leaning against the wall of the compartment. “It is getting crowded in here, isn’t it?” she commented, looking at each face. Kestrel suddenly spotted Lily, and her grin widened. “Hey Mudblood,” she smiled.
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