(Have you guys ever seen or held that one weird tube toy that never stopped moving? This thing? Colton reminds me of that for some reason 😂😂)
"Thanks. I hope you don't mind cats, Echo is curious and will probably come to you. If she likes you, she'll lay on your lap and hiss if you try to get up." Nathan gave a half-hearted smile then sat on the seat opposite to Cassiopeia, by the window. He tossed his bag near his feet and took out a book. He would never admit to his parents, but muggles fascinated him. He had bought an old book of muggle stories, fairytales they called them. He had just finished a story about a girl who had left her shoe behind for a muggle royal to find. It was fascinating to see how they viewed the magical creatures that were unseen to them.
At the moment he was on a story titled Red Riding Hood. It was short but he was very invested in the story.
(If y'all wanna interact with him you can feel free to step in lol. He's being pretty loud so it's not unlikely you could hear him-)
(If someone else responds, then I'll interact)
"Not at all. They're charming things, cats. I've always wanted a cat, but alas, I've been…er…forbidden to own one." Cassiopeia responded without looking away from the window. She put her finger on the glass and moved it along the window as the train moved along. The compartment was quiet and peaceful, and it almost made her feel like she was at home. All that was missing was the danger that came along with the glen.
And then, she heard shouting. Very loud shouting. She winced as she tried her best to block it out, but failed. It came to her that the only way to stop this racket was to ask nicely if whoever was shouting could be quiet. She sighed as she stood up, and left the compartment. She followed the voice to a seemingly empty compartment. Except that there were two boys in a snake inside. She didn't care what was happening inside and her only wish was to get one of the boys to shut up. She opened the door very loudly, and dramatically.
"What the bloody hell do you think you're doing?" She asked as she watched the boy with the snake carefully. Though she was wary of the snake, she was interested as to why a snake was on board the train. As far as she could recall, snakes weren't allowed as pets. She looked at the older boy and frowned. "And why does it look like your about to kidnap this kid?"
Colton tried to yell a response, but his words were muffled and indistinguishable from his mouth being covered. "My apologies for my little brother." Kieran replied, struggling to keep a grip on Colton, who was writhing like a dying animal. He managed to bite Kieran's hand, which made his brother recoil and glare at him. "Kieran, you idiot! I can't breathe!" He yelled, rubbing at his face a bit with an indignant huff. Citrine hissed at Kieran and retreated into the collar of Colton's shirt. Kieran rolled his eyes and crossed his arms. "You could too breathe. You're just being overdramatic." "I'm not being overdramatic! Just go away! I'm not a little kid; I don't need you hovering over me all the time."
Nathan closed his book and followed Cassiopeia to the compartment to yell at the noise being made. He saw a few others peeking out of their cabins to see what was going on. Not one to bask in attention, Nathan turned his glare to the other students. "What the bloody hell are you look at?" He snapped. Most of the younger one ran back into their cabins and closed the door while many of the older ones stayed in the hallway. "Move or I will move you." He said in response to the stubborn ones.
Cassiopeia glanced from Colton to Kieran. It was obvious that Colton was annoyed by his brother. And who wouldn’t? After all, despite being children, they all needed their own personal space. “I do suggest you take your brother’s….ah…suggestion seriously. As much as it might be your job to…take care of him, watching over him in a train, where nothing could ever happen to the students of Hogwarts, is pointless.” She paused, and a small smirk formed. “He is obviously annoyed at you, and your presence isn’t helping. So, Mr. Lamb, as much as it pains me to separate you from your brother, I’m saddened to say, that I do believe it’s for the best if you leave your brother alone.”
The tone of Cassiopeia’s voice made it clear it wasn’t a suggestion. It was an order. There was also a small hint of mirth in her voice, but it was gone as soon as it arrived. As she looked behind her, she saw Nathan, and a few older years standing near the entrance. She looked at the older years and gave them a nasty smile. “I suggest you leave, before I decide to hex you, or worse, turn you into a teapot. Can’t have broken teapots when we arrive at Hogwarts, can we?”
Nathan was pleasantly surprised at the change in the girl's demeanour. She seemed like a nice person, reading her book in the compartment, but now she looked as though she could break all the bones in you body while listing them. The last of the students saw two threatening figures glaring at them and they meekly went back into their compartments. While he did nothing to help the boy from his brother, he did watch to make sure nothing bad would happen next. He didn't want another person to be hurt by their sibling.
Jada had finally looked up from her book to watch the events happening outside of her cart. Their voices were so loud, and their thoughts even louder. If she didn't end it quickly, Jada would be stuck with a hell of a headache for the rest of the day. She stood, neatly folding her book up and placing it in her seat.
"Jade-" Reg's voice sounded like a warning. "Don't get involved-"
But the witch was already out of the compartment. "If you don't mind," Jada hissed, narrowing her hazel eyes. "Some of us are trying to enjoy a peaceful ride to Hogwarts."
Kieran scoffed a bit as he looked around at the other students. Apparently no one was on his side even though he firmly believed himself to be in the right. Sure, he could take them on, but he didn't need to be fighting on the train, especially considering he was a prefect. "Please just go away…" Colton said weakly, meeker and quieter than before. He felt almost defeated despite the help he was getting. He honestly didn't expect Kieran to listen to them.
Kieran looked back at his brother and sighed, noticing tears forming in Colton's eyes. "Fine. I will take my leave. Don't do anything stupid." And with that, he left, leaving Colton to draw in a shuddering sigh of relief. He rubbed at his arms, wincing a bit when he touched a couple of forming bruises. "S-Sorry for being a disturbance…" He stammered nervously towards the students who had gathered. His demeanor completely changed now that his brother wasn't around to watch. He wasn't fighting; he had no reason to.
Celeste sat in her usual compartment, her pastel rainbow backpack slung into the seat next to her. She had her sketchpad out and was drawing quietly, rubbing the paper with her finger in order to shade the space underneath the neck of the person she drew, she wiped her nose, leaving a light gray mark on the tip of it, and blinked, holding the sketchpad out as far as her arms would let her, to observe the finished product, she lifted it back into her backpack. She then took out a bag of clay, consisting of black, orange, and white and started sculpting the clay, to form a monarch butterfly, the size of her hand.
(I just love how Celeste is just sculpting clay and drawing, while everyone else is literally involved in drama)
Cassiopeia huffed as she watched Kieran walk away. She didn't realize the commotion they were causing until Jada came out of her compartment. She turned around and smiled. "Sorry, we were just helping out the kid here," Cass said, not sounding sorry at all. She was actually quite amused at how Jada tried to shut them up. She proceeded to turn back to Colton, who was now looking at everyone nervously. There was just something about him that made Cass feel a strong urge to protect him. "You weren't much of a disturbance, unlike your brother over there. I don't think he'll be bothering you on the train anymore. He's most likely afraid to start a fight on the train."
Celeste finished the hand sized clay, Monarch butterfly, and started sculpting a couple multi colored small mushrooms, using her red, green, blue and yellow clay. She fumbled with her hands, using the sleeve of her sweater to wipe her forehead, and continued making the mushrooms, and humming softly to herself.
Colton nodded a bit, still seeming a bit uneasy. "R-Right… uh…" He cleared his throat awkwardly and looked away, wincing a bit. "I probably seem like a jerk being so… you know, with him. B-But he's kind of a jerk, and he doesn't really care, he just wants mother and father to be pleased with him. I just… don't want him around." He sighed, fidgeting with his hands as Citrine coiled loosely around his neck. "S-Sorry, you… uh… you probably don't care about my personal problems…"
Nate couldn't help but feel sorry for this boy, oh how he hated feeling sorry. "Siblings are insufferable. It doesn't matter as long as it doesn't hurt anyone else." He shrugged. Glancing at Cassiopeia then back at Colton, Nathan leaned against the doorframe and sighed. "If you would rather he stays away from you, you can come sit with us, if this one doesn't mind. Apologies but I didnt catch your name." He said, turning to Cassiopeia with a questioning gaze.
"Oh, I wouldn't mind at all. I was just thinking of asking him to sit with us. His brother wouldn't dare come inside our compartment, and even if he did, he wouldn't be able to hurt him. Not with us around, that is." She paused and looked at Nathan. "Cassiopeia. And yours?" The last part was directed at both Nathan and Colton, and she made sure to show it by glancing at Nathan first and then at Colton.
"Exactly my thought." Nathan nodded in agreement. "Nathaniel Rhysand, I go by Nathan or Nate. I'm a fourth year Hufflepuff." He wasn't wearing his school robes, no he had on a sleeveless dark green turtleneck with a wide collared grey sweater falling off one shoulder. The only thing that screamed Hufflepuff on him was a small black and gold bracelet on his wrist. "Nice to meet you."
"Oh! I'm… my name is Colton. Colton Lamb. I'm a second year." Colton replied awkwardly, still fidgeting and shifting. "You probably know my brother, Kieran, better. He's a prefect, after all…" He hesitated before getting to his feet, gently stroking Citrine with one thumb. "And this is Citrine. Are you sure you don't mind me sitting with you? I wouldn't want to bother you…" He glanced between the two of them, noticing they were a Gryffindor and a Hufflepuff. Not usually so willing to hang out with a Slytherin…
Celeste continued being in her own world, when she finished, she put everything back in her book bag and pulled out her homemade photo album, filled with photo's of her dads, new york and her old friends. She opened it sitting it on her lap, sitting criss cross, she flipped through the pages, observing the photos, the first couple of the city, at different times during the day, the first; dawn, the second; morning, the third; midday, the fourth; dusk, the fifth; sunset, and the sixth; night. She looked at them with longing and happiness.
"Guess where telling each other our year and house, huh? In that case, Cassiopeia Knight, third-year Gryffindor." She looked at Nathan and Colton. "It's nice to meet you, Nathan, and Colton." She paused and looked at the snake. "And you too Citrine." She hummed as she searched for the name Kieran in her brain. "Ah, your brother…he's one of the Slytherin perfect's, right? Don't see why they made him perfect. I'm sure there are other Slytherins worthy of the role. And no, I don't mind if you come sit with us. Neither would Nate. You wouldn't be a bother at all."
Celeste hummed to herself hum hum hum hum huuuuuuum and her eyes stopped on a photo of her and her dads, Christopher, the taller more lean and athletic one, lifting her onto his shoulders; while her other dad Milo, was shorter and thin, watched them with a suppressed smile, she looked about 6 or 7, she smiled at the photo glued onto the page of the album, and laughed quietly as the memory flooded her memory.
"Yeah, he's one of the prefects… I'm a Slytherin too." Colton toyed with his sleeves a bit and looked between the two of them. "He and I play Quidditch too. Chasers." Citrine lifted her head up to examine Nathaniel and Cassiopeia, hissing softly, but not seeming particularly aggressive. "Don't mind Citrine… she won't bother you guys."
(Celeste is just vibin'-)
(Kinda want to interrupt her-)
She smiled at Colt, but couldn't help to feel jealous of him. It must be nice being sorted into Slytherin. She thought to herself. "Hm, yes I thought so. I've seen both of you on the field during the Gryffindor and Slytherin matches, and other matches of course. I play Quidditch too, as a Keeper of course." She laughed a little at the snake. "Bit interested in us, eh? Not that I mind of course. I'm quite fond of snakes." She paused and hummed a bit. "Well, I guess we should get going to our compartment before your brother decides to come back and create more drama. Get whatever you brought with you on the train, and just follow us."
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