School Year Starting Logs: Train + Feast/Sorting!

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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!

Comments

[di_intraining]

[Someone else has stumbled onto this one-man compartment. Longing for some peace and quiet, Greg had opted to search for a quiet seat. Quietly tip-toeing to an empty seat on the other end of the compartment, he settles in there and pulls out a out of his new textbooks to read. It wouldn't hurt to have an early start.]

[greenmoonrising]

[Bruce's ears and nostrils twitch, picking up the near silent sounds and obscure scent of Greg, whom he acknowledges with opening one red eye at and blinking tiredly.]

Hey.

[di_intraining]

[Greg raises an eyebrow before he shuts his book.]

You look like you've been in the wars.

[Only to realise a second later how bad that sounds.]

It's a saying. Not that you've actually been in the Wizarding one, but well. You just, look like the dog's gone and chewed you off and spit you out.

[greenmoonrising]

[Chuckles tiredly at that, shaking his head as he stretches and sits up.]

You have no idea... But do I look that bad today?

[di_intraining]

Unfortunately, the bruise doesn't do you any favours.

...did someone do this to you?

[greenmoonrising]

[Blinks and then frowns before gesturing at his eyes.]

Jeez, they look that bad? These aren't bruises, it's fatigue.

[Pokes at them to show they don't hurt.]

[di_intraining]

The ones that look bad are the ones that have been there awhile. Fresh bruises don't look bad at all.

[Says all of this rather offhandedly.]

Still, you look a sight. Might want to get checked with the Healers at the hospital wing tomorrow morning before class starts.

[greenmoonrising]

[Rolls eyes and runs hand over face before adjusting his glasses.]

You sure are quite the charmer. It's nothing a good night's rest won't fix, I don't need to see the Healers.

[di_intraining]

[Greg shrugs and picks up his book to continue reading.]

Suit yourself. I'd still go and see them, just to make sure nothing's wrong internally. Those tend to be the ones that really end up killing you.

[greenmoonrising]

I should only be so lucky.

[Mutters it.]

[di_intraining]

You want injuries that kill you?

[greenmoonrising]

[Blinks with surprise, not realizing he was talking out loud. Still, it won't do to freak out other students with his morbid musings, so he gives Greg a small self-deprecating smile.]

No, no. I was just thinking about the work load we'll get this semester and had one of those "it'd be easier to roll over an die" type moments.