endings, beginnings

rumour has it [1]

the afternoon sun was now significantly more dim than when the sleeper train had first begun its midday route.

what was forecasted to be a sunny, early October day had quickly transformed into a gloomy thunderstorm ridden morning.

passengers aboard the lunch car of the train still had raindrops clinging to their trench coats and umbrellas from waiting under downpour in the half roofed train station.

when the intercom had finally announced 'train couchette mozzafiato pour naples' there was a hearty cheer that had erupted from the once tired crowd.

they had anticipated the train might get cancelled due to the upcoming bad weather, but were happy to see the red sleeper train approaching their stop.

now that the passengers had all boarded and were situated comfortably on their seats, the in-train hospitality had begun serving afternoon tea to the first couple passengers in the car, their faces reflecting the changing orange and pink sunset as they thanked their servers for their cups of earl grey.

harry was sat in a corner of the train, visibly shaken by the bickering voices of the elderly French couple in the row opposite him.

he tried pulling his navy hoodie over his ears and tying it shut with the drawstrings, but nothing could mute the noise of the shrill woman's voice.

although he had meant to finish reading the rest of his book trials and tribulations of a young bachelor, he could not make heads-way with the incessant noise his ears were being graced with.

while he wanted to dive into the better than real life world of hugh st. valencia, he just couldn't place his focus on the words on the pages, they all mushed together at the annoying disturbance these elderly people were causing him.

if it were in America he would've likely cussed them out by now, telling them to keep their mouths shut. but, because he wasn't on his home turf, instead, he was always slightly on edge, trying his best not to cause negative attention being thrown towards him.

it was torturous.

naples was still 9 hours away, and their chatter didn't seem to be stopping any time soon. huffing out his displeasure, he turned his headphones louder, the beat of his ac/dc playlist comforting him as he shut his eyes, cuddling up against the window he was sat beside, hoping to get some sleep in before the eventful day ahead of him.

across from him sat one of the only other person close to his own age in the heavily elderly bodied lunch cart. she wore a bright barbie pink trench coat, and had a large wide rimmed sun glasses hiding her nervous gaze from the rest of the train car as she typed away on her laptop in front of her.

calista portokalos, was the 23-ish year old girl who was sat in the only other empty seats, her suitcase taking up the seat beside her as she rode on the train couchette just so she could make it into naples before her brother's wedding.

for reasons unbeknownst to her, achilles, her overachieving, MIT graduate brother decided to be the first to break century's old tradition and marry a xeno, a barbarian named Mary Corleone.

more importantly an american italian xeno named mary corleone.

and rumour just so has it that she's the fucking mary corleone who went viral on reddit last year for accidentally flashing an on duty police officer.

calista had a few good laughs with her brother on the issue over the phone, but that was all water under the bridge now that she would be becoming a member of the world famous portokalos family.

while her father went into hypoglycemic shock from hearing just the name corleone, the rest of her (quite large) family tried their hardest to show support for their star child in hopes he wouldn't actually reconsider cutting them off from his private healthcare.