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]

[It's not as if he likes her or anything. Arthur cracks one eye open at her, then lifts his head]

That's lucky. Still trying out for the quidditch team?

[nomorals]

[Lies. Everyone likes her. Even rivals from other Houses.]

If Professor Rhydderch pulls through, yeah I will be.

[rule_britannia]

Heh.

[Arthur sits up a bit straighter and braces one foot against the seat opposite]

You're not worried he won't, are you? He's a bit.. [He pauses, and taps the side of his head] .. you know, but I don't think he'll let you down.

[nomorals]

[She shrugs.]

Not really worried, no. He seemed to want to help me out when we talked over the journals. [Marcie glances off to the side.] I'm more worried about losing control than not being able to play Quidditch.

[rule_britannia]

Well, of course, I just..

[He'd been trying to keep it lighthearted, even if the problem of her current condition can't really be avoided. Arthur pauses, sighs, and moves off his seat to perch beside her]

Come on, Marce. If they thought that anything like that was going to happen, they'd not be letting you back to school.

[nomorals]

[Marceline draws her knees up to her chest and draps her arms over them, leaning her head down as she looked at him before tugging her hat lower over her face.]

I can hear your heartbeat, Artie. It's like a beating drum in my head and the tune is like someone singing off key. Imagine that times our classmates.

[rule_britannia]

[He's an inch from putting his hand on her arm, but he seems to think better of it and clasps both of them on his lap instead]

I'd tell you that you'll be alright but I rather think it's empty sentiment at this point.

[nomorals]

[She smiles a little wrly, something he can see under the brim of her sunhat.]

I've been telling myself that for the last few weeks since it happened. I'm sure I'll believe it some day.

[rule_britannia]

[He does put his hand on her arm this time - to hell with it. There's some horrible joke to be had here, about her having plenty of time to come to terms with it, but he summons up all the tact he has to avoid that]

You'd better not be expecting any special treatment from me, you know.

[This is Arthur's tact, enjoy. At least he summons a smile while he says it]

[nomorals]

[She raises an eyebrow before lifting her head to look at him, her smile tugging a bit more on her lips.]

Like I expect you to do anything different.

[rule_britannia]

[Arthur flicks the brim of her sunhat with one finger, and then, after a moment of hesitation, puts his arm around her]

And I fully expect you to be pranking the living hell out of me all year. You'll not disappoint me, will you, Marcie? I'd be terribly put out if you did.

[nomorals]

[She pokes him in the nose.]

I'd hate to disappoint the great Artie Kirkland. [A grin.] Expect your school shirts to turn pink any day now.

[rule_britannia]

At least it's not my hair this time, but if you even think of turning my eyebrows tricolore again there will be consequences...

[He bats at her hand when it pokes his nose and gives her shoulder a squeeze]

Oi, sod off with that.

[nomorals]

How about if I make them sparkle, huh?

[rule_britannia]

At least save it for a weekend.