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𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐀 𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐔𝐂𝐀 looked around at the people she shortly passed which seemed to appear ghost like,their minds where far gone some where else while the bodies waited like unclaimed luggage at the train station.
She winced, as a chaotic cacophony fills the inside: the expeditiously quick paced footsteps began to whistle through the room, everyone rushing to get to their train amongst the myriad of confused people.
The first time she was at Kings Cross Station ,like she's at today,was a humid,saturated day, where it was loaded with tons of travellers. Nonetheless,they all looked the same,umbrella in hand you couldn't tell the difference between anybody.
Once she had gotten to platform 9 ¾, her eyes speculated to every child who was accompanied by at-least one of their carers, she looked away,down to the ground before her tears did, and sighed quietly.
If anyone had even bothered to notice, Angelina's parents never wished her good luck as they kissed her on the cheek softly and cry at her departure.
In fact, they had never even dropped her off at the station, they gave their personal driver the duties of that. This morning, before she set of to leave she didn't even get a goodbye.
The more closer she got to the train where tons of children her age crowded around, the more looks she attracted.
Her chest soon started to ache, her brain had already been in agony from her consistent overthinking,overlapping her mind causing it to spiral into an endless loop. From the glares and stares the more the excessive pressure sunk her down,until she felt minuscule.
It wasn't easy, what she was about to do especially with her reputation from last year. As well lacking what she used to have most, confidence. 90% of life is confidence, but the thing is about confidence is nobody knows if it's real or not, so what was she supposed to do now?
The reason towards Angelina being so confident is sincerely because she knew what she was doing, she was in control. But how exactly is she in control of a situation where she wasn't in control off it.
The bestest thing she could do, was put on an act, but what act could she even play? She definitely couldn't act like nothing ever happened, mostly because her friends that she'd consider closeest to and non judging, would probably hate her more for that than they probably already do. She definitely couldn't tell them the truth,that would almost be as worse as lying to them.
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"Goodness look!"
"Angelina's back!"
"Oh my god!'
"She's back?"
Before Angelina's black leather boot heals could hit the floor, whispers had already began to fill the room. She heightened her head, as a sneer plastered across her face, there it was,she is really is back.
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Pansy along with the three boys, Blaise sitting beside her and Draco along with Theo on the adverse side, they didn't really have anything to catch up on therefore they had hung out substantially over the summer break. Meaning so, they greeted eachother and then began to make them selves comfortable in the compartment, for a lengthy, tiring train expedition, back to Hogwarts.
They didn't know it yet, but the school year they'd discussed amongst themselves would be far diffrent than they thought, and only one person who could change it, was back.
Draco, who sat beside the window, watched out of glass, reflecting window. Theo was flicking the lid of the silver lighter he had gotten for his thirteenth birthday, which he mainly used for lighting his cigarettes. Pansy laid her back against the compartment wall, as her legs gently spread across Blaises lap. Blaises eyes where captured on Pansys every movement.
All of a sudden, they winced at the immediate eruption of the compartment door opening, slowly. Everyone's hearts dropped slowly, like a roses petals falling.
