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

[allamericanreject]

[Alfred's only just getting settled when Arthur says that, and as soon as he hears those four words, he drops his bag and looks at the other with wide, disbelieving eyes.]

Th...the hospital?!

[rule_britannia]

Yeah.

[The younger boy frowns slightly and looks out of the window]

After he hit his head he seemed okay, then he got a really bad headache and he couldn't walk straight. It was like he was drunk. Mother took him to the hospital when he started throwing up.

[allamericanreject]

...

[He sits in the furthest corner of the compartment from Arthur. All of the guilt is visible on his face.]

That's a pretty bad concussion. I didn't mean for it to be that bad...

[rule_britannia]

[Arthur shrugs, and worries at his lower lip]

He's not going to die, don't beat yourself up over it.

[allamericanreject]

[Alfred was going to say Phineas probably felt like he was dying, but that might not have gone over well.]

How can I not? I can't even play tricks right. Shit, I don't think I've done a thing right in the past few months that I meant to, and it isn't my intention to be hurtin' anyone.

[rule_britannia]

... Really, Jones. It's fine. He'll be fine. Stop fussing, you're starting to piss me off.

[allamericanreject]

Well everything pisses you off, that's not new.

[Huff.]

Fine, I just feel cruddy about it. Is that a crime?

[rule_britannia]

No, it's not a crime, but you don't have to be so vocal about it.

[allamericanreject]

[Examine that statement very carefully and look at the one you just told it to.]

Alright, alright. So let's pretend you didn't start with that topic, then. How are you doin' today? Glad to be goin' back to school maybe?

[God knew he was glad. Being home felt kind of weird.]

[rule_britannia]

I suppose so. I've signed up for Professor Strider's class this year.

[Stilted conversation. This is it]

[allamericanreject]

Doesn't he teach languages or something? I guess that's cool.

[Alfred's going to work with any convo he can get. He's also going to rift around in his bag while he's talking.]

Oh, also...Did you finish all your homework over the summer?

[rule_britannia]

Mm, magical languages.

[He watches the other boy root around in his bag, then darts his gaze out of the window again]

Of course I did. Didn't you?

[allamericanreject]

Yeah, I finished. Of course!

[Mostly. He still had to finish up his Potions homework, but ssssh. Let's not think about that.]

I don't get why people complain about homework anyway, it's pretty fun. the only thing is the quill. I prefer a ballpoint pen.

[rule_britannia]

What's a-- oh, those things.

[He wrinkles his nose slightly]

[allamericanreject]

...What's wrong with a pen? Is it just because you aren't used to it?

[He pulls a soda from his bag, twisting it open and taking a swig.]

It's less messy, you know.

[rule_britannia]

I don't need to be used to it, I can write with a quill.

Without making a mess.

[allamericanreject]

Well you're pureblood and you've got different habits than I do. Chillax, I get that you're better at it, no need to brag~

[Not even mad bro. And he doesn't think Arthur's bragging either, not really.]

Anyway. I brought some snacks, want any? I got potato chi--uh. Crisps. And I've got another soda too!

[rule_britannia]

[Not bragging, not really. Why would he need to brag about something that everyone else can do? Well, everyone but Alfred, it seems]

Was that an offer or did you want a round of applause?

[allamericanreject]

It was an offer, but you can clap too.

[He reaches into the bag, then tosses the soda at Arthur slowly. PLENTY OF WARNING. Also it's Coke.]

If we're going to be here together the rest of the ride, I'm all for sharing. And I needed to talk to you anyway.

[rule_britannia]

[He gives the other boy a somewhat flat look as he catches the can. Do you really think he'd be trying out for Quidditch if he couldn't catch? He opens it, and takes a sip]

Talk to me? Why?

[allamericanreject]

...Well by now you know how I feel. And I know that as far as other students, Maxim and Gamzee know by now. AndVictoriaknowstoo.

Uhm. So anyway...I just wanted to know how I should treat you from now on. I guess normal people try to be nice to the person they wanna try to...uhh. [Oh god, woo?]...to be sweet on.

But do you want other people to see that? Hell, should I stop altogether?

[If he's been rejected outright by now, he's been too dense to notice, or maybe he doesn't want to think he's been rejected already.]

[rule_britannia]

[Did you give him a can of pop specifically to get a spit-take? Because you're getting one, and Arthur coughs raggedly for a few moments before he can speak]

What?

[allamericanreject]

[Yes.
...
No. Eww. Some of that got on his arm, but he's not going to spazz over it this time. Just swat it off the leather of his bomber.]

I thought I explained that pretty okay...guess not.

[Now he's getting super flustered.]

You okay...? Don't die on me.

[rule_britannia]

I'm fine.

[He coughs again, then sits up]

What the hell, Alfred? Are you stupid? I've already told you I'm not completely sold on this.. this.. being 'sweet on me' bollocks and you've already been telling my friends, and my cousin? Honestly, are you completely incompetent?

[allamericanreject]

Hey, wait a minute!! I didn't tell Gamzee, he just...guessed at it, and Maxim's my friend too! I talk to him plenty.

...As for Victoria, I was just asking her for some insight, and she already knew too, by the sounds of it. Dunno how...

I know you aren't sold on it, but obviously I can't do this on my own. I'm looking for help, not gossiping!

[He brushes off the insults, though they do sort of sting.]