"𝐚 𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐧𝐢𝐜? 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐮𝐬𝐡 𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐤𝐞."
"𝐨𝐡 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐠𝐨 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐬, 𝐓𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐨𝐫."
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"MONROE, IF YOU DON'T GET ON THIS TRAIN NOW, IM GOING IN WITHOUT YOU." William yelled from where he stood beside the open door of the Hogwarts express as people hurried around him on the crowded train platform - the boy was once again waiting for his sister as Monroe tried to bid her goodbyes to their parents.
Monroe rolled hey eyes at her brother's constant impatience, but still told her mother one last goodbye and gave her father a look which Malcolm Taylor returned with a curt nod before the blonde left to join her brother.
Williams eyes practically rolled back in relief as his sister finally approached him, the boy walking onto the train as Monroe trailed after. The two kept their eyes searching carefully through the windows of the Compartments as their eyes searched for the ones containing their friends.
After what felt like an eternity - William found a his friends, his fellow seventh years, Lucius Malfoy, and Bellatrix and Narcissa Black, he said a quick goodbye to his sister, saying he'd see her soon as Monroe sighed and went to continue to look for her friends.
The narrow hall of the train was now much emptier as the train grew closer to its departure, but she was yet to locate her friend,, her head turning from side to side, glancing through the window of every compartment with a pondering look. A fact that meant she wasn't paying attention to anything in front of her - and just to her luck, she crashed head first into a hard something.
She would've fallen backwards onto the dusty floor of the train if not for the pair of strong arms that quickly wrapped around her waist, keeping her off of the ground as they kept the blonde upright until she regained her footing.
"A bit clumsy aren't you, Taylor?" The blonde rolled her eyes at the familiarly aggravating voice that came from the person that had stopped her fall.
James Potter, the person she hated most out of everyone in the messed up world of a British boarding school - an achievement on his end really.
Monroe was quick to shove his hands off from around her waist with a seemingly disgusted shiver as she was quick to snap back, "Don't put your filthy hands on me, Potter. God knows what and who they've touched."
The Gryffindor boy scoffed in annoyance. He was used to the blondes constant blatant rudeness, it wasn't a shock anymore, all he done was look at Monroe with an annoyed expression that mirrored her own, "Well you could at least thank me. I just saved you from a most likely painful fall onto the floor. Oh yes, but how could I forge, the words 'thank you' aren't in your vocabulary, are they?"
