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( 𝔳𝔬𝔩𝔲𝔪𝔢 𝔦, 𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖙𝖜𝖔 ) — all aboard the hogwarts express
The Hogwarts Express, which was a scarlet steam engine, puffed smoke over a platform packed with witches and wizards seeing their children on to the train. Among the great throng of people were Evangeline Rosier, Juliet Selwyn, Apollo Greengrass, Cassius Nott, and Pollux Yaxley, all with their respective families. The only one missing from the silver six was Sylvia Fawley, which definitely didn't go unnoticed by Pollux and Evangeline.
The Rosiers were a family of status and class, that much was obvious from their haughty cheekbones and cold demeanor. Opal Rosier stood alongside her husband, turning heads with the newest lace cloak from Madam Malkin's. The man himself wasn't all that different from his wife, an assortment of heavy, crest-embedded rings decorating each finger on each hand. Their only child, a daughter, was perhaps the most welcoming in terms of appearance, a delicate smile gracing her full lips, but even that did not soften the cloud of untouchable-ness which followed her around everywhere.
Juliet Selwyn and Apollo Greengrass stood on the edge of the platform, conversing in hushed whispers with the latter's family. His two younger sisters, Daphne and Astoria, stood obediently to the side yet stared wishfully at the rich, auburn locks flowing down their future sister-in-laws back.
Cassius Nott was with his father, younger brother, Theodore, and Pollux Yaxley. Evangeline assumed the darker-skinned boy had gotten into yet another row with his father, based on the brooding scowl present on his face. She had long tuned out of her father's monotonous droning, instead observing the families around her and pretending she didn't notice Cassius' longing glances in her direction.
There was a loud whistle, followed by guards walking along the train, slamming all the doors shut. Opal appeared quite peeved at the interruption, the usual when the world wasn't according to her.
''I must go, mother, father,'' Evangeline interrupted, trying to remember the carriage her trunk had been put on, ''Juliet will be waiting for me.''
''It appears so, yes,'' her father nodded, spotting the redhead girl peering out from one of the windows, ''we will write, but do not forget you are expected home for the Christmas holidays.''
''I will not,'' she promised, watching the steam billow from the train; it had started to move. She ran to the compartment door and Cassius threw it open, stepping back to let her climb aboard. The pair set down the corridor, the boy leading her to their designated compartment at the very end of the train.
