[Somewhere in the back of the train, there's a compartment with the blinds drawn closed. In this compartment is one Miss Marceline Abadeer, reclining back on one seat with her booted feet propped up on the other and a guitar in hand, humming as she strums along.
Summer had been interesting to say the least, especially considering her recent status as a newborn vampire. Meeting Marshall at the Diagon Alley festival and knowing so many of her friends weren't repulsed or scared of her helped to lighten the load a little as it were. Home still wasn't an option though, and so Marcie had come to the Platform from a band mate's place.
She tilted the brim of her sunhat up, looking out the shaded window as the houses gave way to rolling green hills, chewing on the gum in her mouth. At least Hogwarts might be better than summer had been.]
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Summer had been interesting to say the least, especially considering her recent status as a newborn vampire. Meeting Marshall at the Diagon Alley festival and knowing so many of her friends weren't repulsed or scared of her helped to lighten the load a little as it were. Home still wasn't an option though, and so Marcie had come to the Platform from a band mate's place.
She tilted the brim of her sunhat up, looking out the shaded window as the houses gave way to rolling green hills, chewing on the gum in her mouth. At least Hogwarts might be better than summer had been.]