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]

...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?]