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[Piper Knightly]

ooc: Eech. I'm quite behind.

bic:

"Ooh, It's Knightly. Piper Knightly..." Piper began to explain, but she could sense that she hadn't been heard , especially with all the ensuing commotion. She made a valient effort to catch all there names, as they trickled in one by one. All quite pretty, with friendly personalities. Dorcas, Tara... and then .. Bellatrix? Bella? Piper was slightly confused. With Sirius and Bella snapping back and forth, Piper realized this girl might be one of those cousins in Slytherin Sirius didn't like to associate with. She was going to ask them to confirm it, but decided against it. Perhaps there was a reason they hadn't acknowledged their relations when Bellatrix walked through the door.

Well, the compartment seemed to be filling to breaking point, and Piper shifted to allow more room. She wasn't quite interested in the whole blood matter, as she wasn't sure where half-bloods stood, and she didn't want to be attacked herself. Those around her seemed to be doing a splended job defending Lily without her help. With that, she turned to Dorcas, who seemed quite nice, and who she was aware she hadn't properly introduced herself to yet.

"I'm Piper Knightly." She declared, holding out her hand. "And at this point, i think I'm going for the Gryffindor house. How about you? You're Dorcas, right? Nice to meet you."

[Krysa Brinkle]

Krysa half glared at Bellatrix half quirked her brow. No one had answered her, how lovely. She cleared her throught and said, a little louder than normal, "Excuse me?" and then went on in a normal voice to say, "All, and I mean all other compartments are full up or nasty, don't ask, so may I join?" Krysa wasn't shy. Not at all.

She looked at the Bellatrix girl, supposedly second year, and quirked a brow. Krysa's look to Bellatrix was that of a, "Oh great..." look. Apparently there was a relation with the boy, Sirius, and Bellatrix. She'd been there a while, and heard an awful lot. Then when Bellatrix had said something about purity, and the girl, Lily was it? Yes, the girl Lily had said that wasn't right or something along the lines of it.

Krysa then added on, "By the way, blood doesn't have anything to do with what kind of person you are." she said to Bellatrix, not knowing who she was messing with, and shrugged at the rest of the compartment. She still stood at the compartment door, leaning her head in, her brown straight hair falling over her face a bit. As she waited for someone to say yes or no to her joining them, she studied the people in the compartment more closely. An interesting bunch, specially that ... Bellatrix character.

[Dorcas Meadows]

Pursing her lips together, arms folded neatly over her chest. For a more daring look, her nose stuck into the air as if she was defying Bellatrix. Just how stuck up could one person be? Clearly, this Bellatrix was a perfect example. Sirius addressing her as ‘Bella’ before rose a few questions as well—this, however, wasn’t her fight until the Slytherin made it hers.

Letting her eyes glance near Bellatrix, her orbs landed on the other girl whom had appeared near the compartment door. “Come right in, I believe there is still room—else we’ll just make it—what’s your name?” Sirius was about to be crowded by girls; that was an amusing situation.

Now turning towards Piper, a smile grew on her lips, increased the dimples in her cheeks. “Nice to meet you, Piper,” she greeted calmly, pointedly ignoring the commotion Bellatrix was causing still. “And yes, my name is Dorcas. I’d love to be in Gryffindor—my dad was in it, too.” And my mother was laying on the tip of her tongue, but she didn’t open her mouth.

[Weelow]

ooc// -misses half of the train ride- : D I'll just sneak Lucy in with everyone else.

ic//

"Mum, I'll be fine."
"Be careful!"
"Mum, Really. Stop it"
"My little muffinpies is growing up!"
An inward groan. "Mum please."
"Isn't she a darling?" Great. She was asking strangers.
"MUM GO HOME I'M LATE!"
"Well, your skirt is crooked. Let me fix it."
"The...the train is moving..."
"It's too short. You can see your thigh! Is that a new scar from Fluffy?"
"We were playing.I didn't know it was going to bite me."
"Lucy-doodles, what have I told you about that dragon?"
Groan.
"That's a cute boy. He should be your boyfriend."
"Mum."
"Oh wait, has a pimple on his nose. Never mind."
"Go. Home."
"Oh the train's leaving! Go!"

Finally tearing away from her parents, a tall girl carried herself onto the train, her parents still yelling things. The girl sighed and rolled her eyes. "Jeez..."

She pulled out her letter from Hogwarts and read the first line.
'Dear Ms. Lucille White: We'd like to give you congrats on coming to Hogwarts. It is our pleasure to Welcome you from Romania. You will join the other eleven year olds in sorting. We hope you like your housemates.'

Romania.

God, she already missed it. The dry weather, the dragons....the....gypsies?

As the letter said, the homesick girl was named Lucille. Well, she prefered Lucy, actually. She shivered as cold air from an open window moved through her long hair. Cold. She hated it here. It was too cold, too windy, too rainy. It was nothing like Romania. She knew she'd start liking it, after she got used to it of course. She watched all the white-skinned kids flood everywhere. They were so...pale. A contrast to her own tanned skin.

She wrapped her coat around her thin frame and sighed, trying to lug her trunk behind her while trying to keep warm. It didn't work right, though and her coat came undone. "Bugger," she said, then realized that she used a British word. Was she turning into a Brit? No, her skin was too tanned to be British...for now.

Lucy sighed and shivered her way down the train, pausing sometimes to check if a compartment was full or not. Still searching for a compartment, an older boy, around 14 shoved her while playing with his friends. She stumbled into a compartment and found people all around her age. "I'm so sorry," she said, bowing. Jeez, were they all pale. She squirmed slightly, as to hide her tanned legs. "Do..you mind if I sit here?"

[Vanessa Mendez]

Without much time to spare you would find Vanessa Mendez and her father Nicholas Mendez still on the platform 9 3/4 Vanessa’s hair was pulled back in a low pony tail and was straight of course. Her father, whom had taken time off from the ministry for this day and wasn’t going to let Vanessa forget it, was standing firmly trying to clue in Vanessa on Hogwarts.

“Ok now there are four houses…”
Vanessa glued her eye to his face but she wasn’t listening, she was thinking of more interesting things… Is that a pimple on his nose? Ick! He needs to pick up some of that muggle face wash stuff. I can’t believe he will not let me bring a bunny to school and he is making me take this stupid owl. At least it is white, some of those owls were so ugly, and I thought he would control the whole thing and pick one himself. God knows he controls everything else. Watch me as I stick my tong out at you. Wait did I pack my diary? *looks at knapsack* Yeah I grabbed off the end table that’s right. You know if someone else beings a bunny I am writing him right away and telling him to send me one! That and that he has one; no wait two pimples on his face...
“…Vanessa are you listening to me? Usted irá allí y hará un tonto de usted mismo y entonces yo tendré para venir le obtiene y usted será tan en el material de muggle que usted-“

“Father, father calm down I hear you and you are scaring some girls over there!” Vanessa said pointing to a few older girls getting on the train
“I know I am sorry I just want you to do your best and be the best you can be.” He said smiling
“I know Papa.”
“I know you know I just don’t know if I know it yet.” Vanessa and her father hugged and kissed as the train started to move.
“Now go and don’t forget to write. Bueno adiós, Te Amo!”
“I love you too papa!” Vanessa said backing her way onto the train.
“Oh and don’t forget to stand up straight during the sorting, and respect all the Professors and Vanessa watch out!”

With that Vanessa fell over her two feet and slammed into the floor on the train. She quickly picked herself up to wave her father one last time before shooting into the darkness of the tunnel. Except as she waved he didn’t wave back, he instead pointed to his lip. All right, Vanessa thought, don’t wave back. Wait is that some wizard things that I am suppose to do instead of waving? Vanessa shock her head as she watched he farther disappear. That’s when she felt it, she had bit her lip when she fell and it was all over her and her close. She grabbed a sweater that she had placed in her backpack if it had become cold and started to wipe away the blood from her face and neck. Okay so it was pink sweater gone red… not to big of a deal.

As the corridors of the train started to empty out Vanessa made her way to try to find somewhere to wash up her face. Did witches and wizards have bathrooms? Okay so that was a stupid question, they were still humans after all. The only real question here was where were the bathrooms. Maybe if she just keep walking she would find one… or maybe she could ask someone.

Vanessa came to two older girls. One wasn’t to much older and had just ducked into a compartment and the other was wearing a badge that said “perfect.” Vanessa knew that was the person to ask. Her father had said when he was prefect he had authority in his fifth year. If she was in fifth year she had to know where the bathrooms were.

“Excuse me could you be so kind as to point me in the direction of the nearest bathroom?” Vanessa asked in what was a clam and quiet voice as she tried to reduce the amount of blood slipping from her lip.

“Yes it’s only three compartments that way,” She looked back at the where the other girl had entered the compartment, “Are you okay, can I-”

But before the girl could finish Vanessa cut her off by saying “No I am fine thank you” and pushed through to make it to the bathroom as soon as possible; Although that seemed more easier then fitting her and the luggage in the bathroom.

She washed her face, neck and hands and changed into her robs. At least if the blood dripped on her robs it would be as noticeable because they were black. The only thing she had to say about her hair was thank god she decided to put it back, or this whole thing would of turned out so much different.

Placing her lips so that the long and deep cut spilled into her mouth Vanessa decided that this is where she would have to stay; In the bathroom for the rest of the trip.

{Ok this is the post that was deleted so long ago. XD}