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School Year Starting Logs: Train + Feast/Sorting!

WHO: Everyone!
TONE: Anything!
RATING: PG through PG-13
WHEN: The day of September 2nd for the train, and at night for the feast!
WHERE: Hogwarts Express/Platform 9 3/4 and The Great Hall
WHAT: Gotta get back to Hogwarts! Back to witches and wizards and magical feasts! Students and teachers are finally heading back to school on the Hogwarts express, and with the new school year means sorting for the first years!
STATUS: Ongoing!
NOTE: There is a thread for the Train back to Hogwarts, and the Feast, with a subthread for the Sorting! First years can comment to be sorted, and everyone else can greet their new house mates/students!

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[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.]

Ach, it's zo daaaaark, Marcie! [Maxim whines, swaying from side to side as he walks towards the vampire, grabbing the backs of seats for balance] Hy ken't zee! Hy'm gonna trip offer zumting for sure!

[and just as he reaches her, whoops, down he goes, face first into her chest. 100% on purpose] Ehehehehe, tol'chu!

[Luckily for Maxim, she had enough sense to pull her guitar out of the way before he did, otherwise he would've had it digging into his stomach. Unlucky for her, that gives him a clear pathway to her chest. Marceline raises an eyebrow down at him.]

Hello to you too, Maxim.

[he just lifts his head, cheeky grin in place] Iz a nize day today, yah? A goot vun for a train ride, Hy tink.

[She sets her guitar down next to her, bracing it against the seat before throwing an arm along the cushioned rise behind her.]

It's a bit too nice for my taste, but I guess it's okay.

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There ya are! I've been searchin' the cars for ya.

[And so she had; still wanting to give Marceline moral support, despite the two not being the closest of friends.]

[Marceline looked up from her guitar, blinking a but in surprise.]

Oh. Hey, Dunbroch. 'sup?

Wanted t'talk t'ya. There was somethin' I didn't intend t'tell ya through th' journals.

Oh? Well c'mon in then. Don't leave me hanging.

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Hey, Marcie.

[Arthur hovers in the doorway, having not opened it much more than is necessary for her to see who it is. Normally he'd just walk in, but... given the girl's current circumstances he's not entirely sure if his presence is welcome]

[She's already had her space invaded once today, but she appreciates that he's keeping his distance. She lifts her head from where she'd been looking out the shaded window, eyes unusually bright in the darkness.]

Hey, Artie.

Arthur.

[The correction is absent-minded. He knows she won't stop calling him that, and he doesn't really mind as much as he pretends to. Arthur looks over his shoulder and down the train, then back into the compartment with a faint, crooked smile]

Can I come in?

Sure. Maxim already made himself at home some time ago before he left so it's not like you'd be the first.

[She gives a shrug before straightening herself a little, angling her foot against the edge of the other seat. There was more room than necessary when one had a compartment to themselves, and Marcie's luggage only took up a little space.]

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I didn't think you would become partial to hats like that. Tell me. Are you trying to start a fad in which we should all wear frivolous hats upon trains where they are not needed?

[Although, Rose is pretty sure it isn't for any fashion statement.]

[She raises an eyebrow at Rose, tipping her hat up from where it flopped over her face before offering a fanged grin.]

Like you're one to talk, Lalonde. It's still light out, so I won't be taking my chances even in a train.

Headbands are perfectly acceptable hair accessories. They keep my hair from falling into my face.

[She takes a seat near.] You haven't given me the full story. I'm offended that I am still mostly in the dark, so to speak.

[Marcie keeps her feet propped up on the other side of the compartment, draping her arms over her guitar.]

Do you want the long version or the short one?

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[Oh hey, look who's making his way into your compartment and flopping down in the empty one across from you. Marshall draws the shades in his as well and puts his own guitar on the empty seat beside him. He takes off his aviator shades and lifts the brim of his hat up and leans forward to greet her.]

'Sup Marcie? Working on a new tune?

[She raises her head from where she was looking down at her guitar and gives him a smile, the corner of her mouth lifting enough to show a fang.]

You could say that. Not sure whether to title it Life Sucks or something else.

[He gets out his own guitar and begins tuning it and smirks.]
Ahhh if you're going that route I'm partial to Fangs For The Memories myself.

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Hey! Marcie!

[And someone is poking her head in, grinning, and tossing a 'care package' of sorts inside. Read: Bonnie's on a sugar high, on the train, and is making sure everyone else is, too.]

[She blinks up at Bonnie before catching the 'care package', holding it up.]

What's this for, Princess?

For snacking on. It's candy and stuff! You can still have stuff like that, right? And either way, it's an excuse to say hi!

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_{[Dirk is looking for a cabin to settle in. He wants the best one!! But he's playing by ear to determine what that one is. He's a bit curious why this one is so dark, so he peeks inside, wondering if the girl in the hat is sleeping.]}

[ The strumming of a guitar was enough to gain Equius's attention in passing. It was gained completely and totally once he saw the unnecessarily large hat and what looked like a familiar face in the darkness. So he knocks twice on the doorframe before taking a step in. ]

That hat is a little... excessive, Abadeer.

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