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

[taleweaving]

Nearly identical to all the others. It's just more restricted, and that allows us a lot more space.

[She gives him her undivided attention as he explains this all, feeling very similar to the young girl who sat by her muggleborn grandfather as he explained the technology as best he could. ] Goodness. There are indeed a lot of options with trips them. And it sounds far better than any magical transportation, though I suppose the time length would be annoying to some.

Oh they're delicious! What card did you get? [She blinks in confusion as Dirk's face warps, not sure what she said wrong. Perhaps he knew of Dave Strider and didn't like the comparisons? Or... maybe not.] Your dad? I don't, I'm afraid... I was referring to David Strider, whose related to the Language Studies Professor. Did I say something wrong?

[givesyouaboner]

Oh, that's actually really cool. Yeah, it just really depends. The really long trips get annoying and sometimes the entertainment gets boring because you just end up wanting to be there.

_{[He's just going to stumble through this because he's still stuck on the usage of that name. His dad and Dave were always differentiated by David and Dave, respectively.]}

My dad is the David Strider related to him. Was. They were brothers. _{[He's not going to cry. Nope. His shades are going to protect him from looking like a complete baby right now too.]}

[taleweaving]

[She lets the conversation about planes die, for once her calm composure failing her. It doesn't take a seer to see she's hit a sore spot and instantly Aranea's mentally berating herself, even as she carefully reaches forward, taking one of Dirk's hands and gently squeezing it.]

I'm sorry, I didn't know. [And for once her words are also failing her] I suppose I should make sure to call Dav- [Bites her tongue before she can slip into the 'id'] Dave, just that, yes? I never meant to upset you and I suppose there is a lot of truth to me and my big mouth and never knowing when to properly stop.

I'm sorry.

my pl trolled me by playing "Ghost of You" while tagging

[givesyouaboner]

_{[No eleven year old has ever tried so hard to keep his composure. He's trying so hard to act older than he is and act mature. He also knows he shouldn't get mad at her for not knowing. It's not like he wears a sticker on his forehead that reads "ORPHAN."]}

It's okay. You didn't know. But... yeah. Just calling him Dave would be a lot better. Please. _{[His tone is a little subdued, but that's something he can't help.]}

well ouch pl

[taleweaving]

[But Aranea’s older than him, and has spent years trying to learn basic body language cues. So she can see how deep she’s cut him, and she feels so guilty. She could say that she knows what it’s like. But her father died before she ever even met him so there was no bond there. And while her grandfather’s death stung, it was also expected with what age he was. So she can’t compare.

So instead she rests her hand lightly on his forearm, giving it a small squeeze] I can do that. It’s no problem. [And then she’ll attempt to try and lighten the mood, giving him a warm smile] Now then, would you like to see the view from the other side of the train? I’m sure if we’re quiet I can sneak you into the prefect carriage.