School Year Starting Logs: Train + Feast/Sorting!

[shnpc]

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

[rule_britannia]

[He starts slightly, and flashes the other boy a brief glare that dies as quickly as it appears]

I hadn't even thought of that, but thank you for pointing it out.

[greenmoonrising]

[Deadpan:]

You're welcome.

[rule_britannia]

I hate you sometimes, do you know that?

[Only a little Not really, and there's not half the amount of venom in his voice that he would have liked. He looks over at the window again and huffs]

[greenmoonrising]

Be still my beating heart - so, have you seen him yet?

[rule_britannia]

Alfred? No, not yet, but I haven't exactly been looking for him.

[Arthur huffs again, then picks up the bag he'd brought in with him, shifting over to sit next to Bruce, opening it. There's all manner of sweets inside - most of them of the Muggle variety]

You want something?

[greenmoonrising]

[Leans shoulder against Arthur's but shakes his head at the offered candy.]

I'm not a big fan of sweets, thanks.

[rule_britannia]

Hm, suit yourself. More for me then.

[He pulls out a small bag and sets the rest aside, but he doesn't open it, instead nudging his shoulder gently against Bruce's]

[greenmoonrising]

Careful, you'll lose your trim figure.

[Smiles a bit and closes his eyes, leaning his head back against the seat and sighing a bit.]

[rule_britannia]

[He snorts slightly]

Can't be having that. I'm trying out for quidditch this year. Apparently.

[Arthur looks over at the other boy and frowns]

... Really, I can go if you'd rather sleep. No hard feelings.

[greenmoonrising]

[Chuckles.]

I'll be sure to show up in a cheerleader's outfit. Except for when you're against Ravenclaw.

[Yawns and shakes his head.]

If you're not gonna be bored, stay. It's... nicer with company.

[rule_britannia]

... Sure.

[He lifts up a hand and ruffles Bruce's hair with a small smirk]

But go ahead and sleep, I'll manage to entertain myself.

[greenmoonrising]

Hey, don't mess with a man's do.

[Chuckles though and nods, yawning a bit.]

Think I will... wake me up when the food lady comes by?

[rule_britannia]

Yeah, I will. No problem.

[A small smile is shot towards Bruce, and he shifts a little to get comfortable and give the other boy room to lie down again]

[greenmoonrising]

Thanks.

[Smiles and takes his glasses off, tucking them into his breast pocket and dozing off while staying seated.

Eventually he slips to the side and ends up resting his head on Arthur's shoulder.]

[rule_britannia]

[Arthur pulls a book from amidst the sweets in his bag and reads quietly while Bruce dozes. He starts, just slightly, when he feels a touch against his shoulder and glances over at top of his friend's head]

... Alright, then.

[He murmurs it, and shifts slightly in an attempt to make the other boy more comfortable. Arthur is at that stage of being a teenager where everything is pointy, shoulders included, and he doesn't imagine he makes a comfortable pillow]

[greenmoonrising]

[No, he really isn't, so after a while Bruce sleepily opens his eyes partially, not fully conscious or aware of what he's doing, and shifts with a grunt until his head's in Arthur's lap and he's curled on his side along the seat. Mm, comfy at last.]

[rule_britannia]

[He moves his book out of the way when Bruce shifts, and his eyes widen, face heating slightly when the younger boy makes himself comfortable. Oh. O.. kay then. Anyone watching would no doubt find the expression on Arthur's face somewhat comical as he struggles over what to do about this new development, then he rolls his eyes and sets his book aside.

At first, his hands just hover, then he rests one on his friend's upper arm and the other on his hair, his thumb twitching in idle circles against Bruce's scalp as he looks out of the window and.. just tries to ignore what he's doing]

[greenmoonrising]

[He twitches when the hand moves to his hair and makes a quiet approving noise, head nudging against the hand like a dog for more petting, resting a hand on Arthur's knee by his face.]

[rule_britannia]

[He lifts his eyes to the ceiling and mouths something along the lines of 'god damn it Bruce', but he doesn't disturb him, despite how red he can feel his face is. His thumb shifts and rubs behind Bruce's ear]

Soft git..

[greenmoonrising]

[The happy noise is repeated louder, head tilting more into Arthur's thumb's movements, his own fingers curling lightly into the boy's knee.]

[rule_britannia]

[Arthur pauses, then looks down curiously, lightly increasing the pressure as he carefully scratches behind the boy's ear.

Heh... what a weird reaction]

[greenmoonrising]

[He lets out a quiet sigh that's on the verge of being a moan, nuzzling Arthur's knee sleepily.]

[rule_britannia]

[...

Okay, that's a bit much, and if Bruce didn't look so genuinely shattered to the point that the blond boy would feel bad waking him, he may well have found himself on the floor. Arthur's thumb stops moving]

[greenmoonrising]

[Frowns and makes a quiet protesting noise, nuzzling knee more. Come on, chop chop.]

[rule_britannia]

Bloody hell..

[What's he got himself into, here. Still, he keeps his voice low to avoid waking the boy up]

You're like a dog or something..

[... scritchscritch]