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]

Hey!

[Alfred lets out a little huffing sigh.]

Doesn't pushing count as hitting? You said you wouldn't! You're already breakin' your promises! I'm so hurt!

[Not really though.]

...you shouldn't cover your face, the blush looks nice.

[rule_britannia]

Oh my god, stop it.

[He cannot even deal with this at all. It's almost worse than when Alfred was picking on him]

[allamericanreject]

I can't help it, man. And this time I'm straight-up honest. I just find you really good-looking. Even if you were butt-ugly I'd still like you. But your face is definitely a plus. Especially your eyes. And especially when you smile.

[Juuuust going to look away the longer he talks, because he's rambling, and this time it's on a topic that probably comes off as inappropriate to ramble about.]

[rule_britannia]

[His voice is muffled by his hands]

I hope you're prepared to have Victoria watching you like a hawk.

[allamericanreject]

Well it depends on what watching entails. Because I think as long as your back's to her I could totally manage to make out with you.

[A pause.]

You know. Uh. If you ever want to kiss or anything.

[Cough. Yeah. NEW TOPIC.]

Oh geez we're getting close aren't we? Maybe we should change into our robes.

[rule_britannia]

You're assuming I'm going to want to make out with you.

[WHY CAN HE NEVER CONTROL HIS BLUSHING WHEN HE WANTS TO]

[allamericanreject]

Yeah, yeah. Maybe I am. Or maybe...

[WARNING: INSIGHT]

...I'm just trying to get you sweet onto the idea because I want to kiss you more than enough for the both of us. And maybe it's not as bad an idea as it sounds. Like the hug, that wasn't so terrible.

[Okay so he's actively trying now. Shoot him.]

[rule_britannia]

... Alfred, just stop it.

[No blushing now. It's gone so quickly it almost makes him look pale]

I'm not going to kiss you, because I'm not going to let you think that everything you've done the past five years is just forgotten because you have a crush on me. For all I know you'll get over it by next month.

[allamericanreject]

...And I'm not going to make you either.

[Alfred lets out a soft sigh, pats Arthur's knee, then moves to the opposite side of the compartment.]

I know that I don't deserve to be forgiven. So I can wait till it's easier to deal with me. But I ain't gonna be over this in a month. I haven't been over it for years.

[He reaches down, rifling in his back for his robes.]

I'm gonna go change then~

[rule_britannia]

[He rubs his knee and scowls slightly, not believing that 'years' comment for a moment but in no mood to argue it further. Alfred's going to have to try a lot harder than that to get his attention in the way that he wants to]

Not in here, you won't. Bugger off.

[allamericanreject]

No, of course not. I said go, didn't I?

[He might have the presence of mind to be embarrassed, or tease Arthur, if he didn't feel shot down. SERIOUSLY nothing seems to be going his way. But hey, at least maybe Arthur believes him a little more.]

I'm just leaving my things here while I change. Is that okay with you?

[Asking permission? FFFF well he has been laying it on pretty thick lately.]

[rule_britannia]

... I suppose that's alright.

[He manages to look appropriately awkward until Alfred leaves the compartment, then he quickly changes as well. He's annoyed, but congratulations, Alfred - you've managed to situate yourself firmly in the forefront of his mind]

YouthoughtIwasgonebutnoooo

[allamericanreject]

[Alfred eventually returns, fully clothed in his robes, and settles back down on his side of the compartment...laying down. Because he may as well be comfortable right?]

God this train ride feels like forever. Every single time!

oh noooo

[rule_britannia]

[Arthur's straightening his tie when Alfred walks back in. He'd had a faint hope that he'd just bugger off, but ah well]

Stop complaining.

[allamericanreject]

[He left like most of his things here, he couldn't bugger off. Unless you wanted to keep his things, you creeper.]

Well it does. You know it does. But I'll tell you what I won't complain about. The feast~ Awwman, I can't wait to stuff my face!

[Perhaps someone stuffing their face is better imagery?]