caged mods. (cagedmods) wrote in caged, @ 2013-09-01 03:23:00 |
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Entry tags: | ! 97-09, [ narrative ] |
Narrative: Hogwarts Express
WHO: Some students aboard the Hogwarts Express & Hagrid.
WHEN: Sept 1st. About 11 am, and then 5 pm.
WHERE: Hogwarts Express and then Hogwarts grounds.
SUMMARY: Something fishy is happening....
RATING: PG
All things considered, things were rather normal aboard the Hogwarts Express...except for the trolley witch. "All I asked for was a chocolate frog!" a 4th year Gryffindor Jimmy Peakes said loudly in his train compartment to his friend, Natalie MacDonald. "It's taking her forever to get it." Natalie was looking out the window at the trees and hills racing by in a blur. "I know," she agreed. "She usually has an abundance of them on her cart." "She said she had to go and get it," replied Jimmy huffily, crossing his arms over his chest. "It's been fifteen minutes--" "Oh quit whinging!" snapped Eleanor Branstone, a 4th year Hufflepuff. "If your brain was anywhere besides in your stomach you'd realize that she looked rather peaky! Maybe she's getting sick." Suddenly, the sound of the compartment door slid open and an old, wrinkly, shaky hand dropped two chocolate frogs onto Jimmy Peakes' lap. "Thank you, ma'am," he replied, looking rather sheepish and hoping she hadn't heard him. The slightly hunched trolley witch smiled, though it looked more as if someone had held the corners of her drooping mouth up with an invisible thread. As though alerted by a sound no one else could hear, she twitched her head and shuffled slowly out of the compartment, forgetting to close the doors behind her. Wow, there really was something odd about her this year... The students all looked at each other, perplexed. All except for Jimmy, who was already busy holding the frog with his lips and popping its squirming legs into his mouth one by one. "All right, everyone! Off the train, single file, you know the drill!" Martha Capper said as she straightened her new Ravenclaw Prefect badge on her chest. "And watch yourselves with those trunks! Make sure you're not running over anyone's feet! I know from experience -- it hurts." She quickly glanced over at her brother Samson but he wasn't listening. Students filed out of the train one-by-one, lugging their trunks and their pet cages with them. The Hogwarts Express's magical engine was uncharacteristically still on, smoke billowing out of its exhaust pipes and causing a fog among the students who had successfully exited the train. "Is everyone off now?" said Georgia Macmillan, a Slytherin Prefect attempting to group up the first years. "Where are the boats?" "No boats," came the low booming voice of Hagrid whose size alone caused all the first years to cling petrified to the Prefect doing their head-count. "They're going ter have ter go with the rest of yeh on the carriages." "Wait! I'm missing some students..." said Martha Capper as she examined the small group of first-years in front of her. Just then, the doors to the train slammed shut. The train started chugging again and all the students staggered backward, moving away from the Hogwarts Express. "What the bleedin' hell is goin' on?!" bellowed Hagrid. "This is the last stop!" "Look!" a first year student pointed to the last car on the train and the fog had lifted just enough for everyone to see: hands of five students banging on the windows trying desperately to get out. They were yelling, but no one could hear what they said over the noise of the train. "Stop! STOP THE TRAIN!" yelled Hagrid so loudly his voice echoed. He nearly flattened some students as he ran after the train as it moved, gradually increasing its speed. Eventually he and the rest of the students couldn't keep up. The very last sight they saw though was the trolley witch sitting in the very back seat with her cane in her hand, facing the window with the strangest, twisted smile... |