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Claire... the guy who got slapped at the boats... and the other David from my year... I'm surprised I remember that much.

David had napped on the train in a quiet compartment and when he got off he actually surprised himself by recognizing three of his classmates- and even name two of them. Of course, Claire he knew mostly from the very rough link he had to her from last year's Fall Festival, where his mother was injured trying to protect Claire and Claire had lost her eye and for some reason his mother felt obliged to Claire-maybe she blamed herself for not being able to prevent any injury to Claire? And David, he had known only from the fact they happened to share the same first name and the kid's constant annoying questioning of everything. The last one he only remembered from the incident where he had gotten slapped before the sorting.

He sighed, as he glanced around at the crowd remembering that his mother mentioned that after your first year at Hogwarts you would ride carriages to the school. Of course, he really didn't see why he needed to be told that in the first place. After all, he had noticed it the year before. And, it was mentioned in enough books. He carried his book under his arm and noticed Claire interrupting David and the guy who had been slapped from her house Slytherin. He narrowed his brown eyes curious as he saw Claire hold something wrapped out. He glanced away, not particularly interested in the blonde Slytherin's affairs. At least the nap on the train seemed to clear his head and not being bothered was more his taste anyways, he hadn't really made any friends last year, nor had he before Hogwarts... of course holing yourself up reading and avoiding people tended to help in not making friends. Regardless, it was another year he got to look forward to.

Good to be back? Maybe... or to face the music of last year and potentially this summer.

Ronna chuckled at Victor's response about the jobs sounding interesting and his volunteering to heal her and his enthusiasm at becoming a mediwizard. Victor becoming a mediwizard seemed like a good fit. Yet, when Victor told her not to be too down on herself and that she didn't have to be the wife-type her blue eyes widened and she looked down and then coughed on some air.

"It's called taking responsibility," Ronna said. "And the wife-type? I think it is more of me not being a heartless harpy than me worried about being the wife-type. I never really worried about being the girly-girl or anything... doesn't exactly fit me." She frowned recalling Crash's leaving comment about her father not being able to raise her like a boy... it wasn't like she aimed to be particularly tomboyish or girly.

She took a deep breath and closed her eyes trying to appreciate the fact she had made a friend laugh and she was actually being thanked for something. "Thanks about what? Stating my honest opinion? Seriously, though, I have a soft spot for Hufflepuff. Mind you, I didn't say this, but whenever I watched Quidditch matches last year if my House wasn't playing but Hufflepuff was I always was secretly rooting for Hufflepuff." She forced a smile as the train slowed down and stopped.

She joined Victor on the platform and glanced at the various students and then glanced over at him when he said it felt good to be back. "I suppose..." She said, thankful for her school robes to keep warm in. "I'm more worried about breaking an ankle in these boots, getting into the carriages," She joked trying to keep cheerful as she looked down at the white boots she wore with a definite heel, a change from the motorcycle boots she tended to wear.

Doing: On the Hogwarts Express with Victor
In Company of: Victor
[Wearing: Uniform]

This was it! Her fifth year. Autumn Henrick, a proud Hufflepuff in her perfectly tidy uniform walked from the train to meet the slightly chaotic situation at the station. Well, who could blame it? It was the first day back at Hogwarts, after all. Her fifth year. Gosh, so much time has passed since her first year, and all seemed to be quite peaceful. Well, unless you count the recent mass-death incidences that seemed to be happening at least once per year. Was the world entering into another insane battle?

Ugh.

What Autumn was sure would be a battle though, would be the fact that she would be taking the OWL exams this year. Chase said to study the hardest, and even if she felt confident in a particular subject, it was best to review all of the materials because who knows what would happen? Sun said to just do her best and to not let a bad grade bring her down. He has returned to normal, slightly. Perhaps her brother still haven't forgiven himself yet for what happened in the past, but Autumn won't push him until he was read, at the very least.


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Bradley sighed, he had been in a mountain of trouble, and he had been expecting it. Sadly his parents had decided to ground him the moment he had arrived home from France. Sure he knew it would happen, yet he didnt expect it to let up now. After al his parents were both teachers at Hogwarts, while neither was his personally, or even members of Ravenclaw House, he could still be summoned to their office at anytime for another lecture or an extension of punishment. Sometimes the Fifth year wished his parents didn't work a his school.

Looking behind him he saw he had lost Tobi in the crowd. Sighing again he looked around. And Adjusting his shiny blue prefect badge he called out to the crowd. "First years! Wait here for your escort! Second Years and up, to the Carriages!" he called. I'll just wait here for Tobi, and keep an eye on things. he decided as he looked at the first years gathering and the second years and up moving inside the station. Looking around he saw very little that caught his attention. Except that! The scene of faces walking past had obscured the scene. But yes! It was a perfect picture. Raising his ever present camera, Bradley shot a picture. A Flash of Light and a Puff of Purple smoke erupted from the camera.

A unique scene, a unicorn and its foal watching from between trees. And Bradley smiled as he had captured the rare moment on film. As though the unicorn knew it was sighted, it ran off, followed by its foal. Bradley had caught it just in time it seemed.

"Broken glass,
shattered shards.
As my sweet relents,
my bitter comes forth.
Prepare for the end."

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"I got a cracked ankle last year during tryouts for Quidditch and it didn't kill me-maybe I shouldn't try out now that I think about it...I mean I was considering not trying out again anyways... and, bludgers hurt," Ronna said with a bit of a chuckle at the end of her musing before adding. "As long as I can walk I should be fine. Besides I would have vetoed the shoes if I couldn't walk in them."

She smiled, "You like the carriages? Hmm... I think purely on terms of transportation I preferred the boats... besides how cold it was. One of my favorite places in Dover is its museum. And the highlight of that museum is a boat. Weird to think that it was three years ago that we were first years."

Doing: Hogsmeade Station with Victor
In Company of: Victor
[Wearing: Uniform]

1, 2, 3, 4, 5 years go by
I don't really know why I don't really know why
7, 8, 9, 11 years go by
I don't really know why I don't really know why
I still feel the same way I did when I was 17
I still look over my shoulder waitin for the world to change
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