Paranormals of Ilvermorny

Chapter 4

    It was 8:43 a.m. and four women, three redheads of varying degrees and a darker skinned girl with black hair, were running through Ichabod Lane. Each girl was pushing a cart with trunks and other traveling items, slowing their pace.
   
    "C'mon girls, the train leaves at 9," Lisa Copper, leading the brigade, breathlessly called back. Despite having woken up early, there was a great amount of packing left due to the fact that a certain red headed younger sister spent the entirety of August catching up on her reading. Thankfully, they got their luggage and minds together in time to get out of the house and arrived at the station only running slightly behind.
    "Quinn, if we miss it, your books are going in the fireplace." Yelled the out-of-breath voice of Robin who, despite being a very athletic young girl, was not prepared to run miles whilst pushing upwards of fifty pounds.
    "NOOO!!!" Cried Quinn, taking the threat of losing her beloved dog-eared friends very seriously, and used the adrenaline to not only surpass her sister and Lorelei, but kept running past her mother.

    Quinn Copper, only 12 years of age, ran so hard and so fast that any onlookers would have been concerned that she was going to collide with the train that was fast approaching. By the grace of Merlin she stopped just before the yellow safety line before becoming a pancake on the side of the Ilvermorny Express. As the other three hurried to catch up, Quinn used the time to catch her breath and regain her composure.

    "You're not really gonna burn my books, are you Robbie?" She asked her older sister as she approached the platform. Robin, who had never seen her sister move half as fast as she just did, was both in awe of her speed and exhausted beyond comparison.
    "No... but...," she said, taking in lungfuls of air, "it worked...didn't it?" Quinn's freckled face became flushed with anger, her mouth open ready to go off on her older sister for deceiving the safety of her precious books, but a conductor with a rather pointy goatee interrupted her.

    "ALL THOSE FOR MOUNT GREYLOCK, ALL ABOARD!" He shouted to the various parents and students at Platform 6 of the Ichabod Lane Train Terminal. Although Mt. Greylock Express was one of the oldest wizarding train stations in the U.S., there are many different stations that bring Ilvermorny students to school. For example, there was a platform in New York's Grand Central Station, and another in Lancaster Station Pennsylvania. But, Ilvermorny is far from the only wizarding school in North America.

    Once the conductor loaded the last of their luggage, Quinn, Robin, and Lorelei made their way onto the train hoping to find a private box. After looking through compartment after compartment they finally found one that didn't have anyone in it. They piled in and took their seats, Robin and Quinn both taking the window seats and Lorelei spreading her legs next to Robin, all three catching their breaths from carrying their luggage.

   
    "LAST CALL FOR MOUNT GREYLOCK!" The conductor yelled, followed shortly by the high pitched whistle of the train. Every child raced to find an open window, some barging in on an already full compartment, just to wave and yell one last 'goodbye' and 'I love you' to their parents. All four girls were amongst the many to yell out to Lisa Copper who stood waving her hand towards the girls, telling them to take care and write soon.

    After a few minutes, the Mt. Greylock Express slowly started to exit the station, steam rolling past the many extended hands until the station became nothing more but a far off sight. Even longer and soon Ichabod Lane was completely out of sight, and with it, home.

    Next stop, Ilvermorny.

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    Scenery of lush green fields that made way to dark tree leaves, some already changing their color for fall, the lack of sunlight providing a dark, cool environment on the train, perfect for a mid trip nap. Anyone looking about the cabin would see  Lorelei and Robin blissfully asleep with their limbs stretched out, their jackets folded under their heads as makeshift pillows. Across was Quinn who was still up and reading, every now and then pushing her round glasses up her freckled nose. The scene was made all the more perfect by the mid morning sun peeking into the cabin's window, made dim by the thin curtains, a vision of calm.