Sisters (On Pause)

Hilda - The Sorting, Blackwood Style

"This train is classy!" Genevieve admired as the trio clambered on to the purple vehicle. 

"Agreed." Hilda replied wistfully. "It is the best train ever."

And it truly was. Each cabin was assigned for three to four girls and it was every female's dream. Some of the older cabins would facilitate make up benches, but for the Year Sevens, that was unnecessary. People like Anna Willows would have loved to have make up, so if you were a Year Seven with a passion for fashion, you could always put that in the survey that went round the week before and they would put that in your cabin. 

However, in Cabin Four, Genevieve, Rose and Hilda had a tea cupboard (not unlike the one at Rose's balcony), a flute that Genevieve could play, some fictional books for Hilda, and a flat screen TV for them all. 

The school was only a four hour ride away on the train and Hilda thought that it was going to be the best four hours ever. First of all, Genevieve performed the flute in front of Rose and Hilda (Hilda pretended to enjoy it but she thought listening it to ten minutes straight a bit - a lot - tedious.) After that, Rose pulled out the tea cupboard. 

"Let's see what we have here..." Rose murmured. Then, she spat. "Earl Grey? English Breakfast? Peppermint? Cornish Manuka? English Chamomile Flowers?" Her eyes bugged out. "Who do they think they are? If I wanted local tea, I could have brought PG Tips from Asda and stuff!"

"Chill, Rose." Genevieve replied. She was sitting on a arm of a chaise lounge and she nearly rolled her eyes. "Personally I like Chamomile." She walked over to the tea cupboard, grabbed a teapot, poured some pre-boiled water and sprinkled the adequate amount of the Chamomile leaves. Then, she waited for a few seconds while drumming her fingers on the coffee table. "D'you want some tea?" She asked Hilda.

"I'll have the English Breakfast." Hilda decided carefully. She knew Genevieve was going to try pressure Rose to get over her disgust of local tea.

"And you?" Genevieve asked, looking pointedly at Rose. She was now absentmindedly pouring her cup of Chamomile while brewing Hilda's English Breakfast.

Rose sighed. "I'll try the Peppermint." As Genevieve was about to crow at her victory, she coldly added, "If I don't like it, it will be your  fault, Genevieve."

"Fine by me." Genevieve replied nonetheless. "The reviews on Blackwood's Peppermint tea is sky-high."

"I can still hate it."

"It will be hard to."

"Everything was hard until someone tried it." Rose shot back steely.

"As you say, Lady Rose Victoria Waters." Genevieve teased.

"At least that is not as bad a Primrosie." Rose muttered.

Genevieve grinned evilly. "What was that, Lady Primrosie Rose Victoria Waters?"

And Hilda was just watching that playful argument go back and forth like a tennis game. I dare say she was wishing she had a bowl of popcorn with her. Preferably coated with caramel or chocolate or perhaps curry powder. They watched a movie after the tea-tasting ceremony (Rose obviously loved the Peppermint tea but tried not to show it.), one that both Genevieve and Rose saw before but one that Hilda had never saw. Apparently, it was quite a popular movie and it was part of a big universe, supposedly bigger than Star Wars.

It was Avengers : Endgame. 

Rose loved this movie. She especially liked the lady called the Scarlet Witch. Genevieve liked Black Widow. 

And Hilda? She was confused and didn't get the plot one bit. Why did they have to go with all this trouble just for a glove? And why did some freaky guy shoot webs out of his wrists?