[IC] Back to Hogwarts (QueenofWands & Nikolai)

[Nikolai]

Aiden Moseley

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Smoke rose from the scarlet train on Platform Nine and Three Quarters in the sunny morning of September first. The platform was crowded, bustling with various witches and wizards and their families and they attempted to send their children to school. Aiden stood with his cart in front of him, hands resting on the cold metal bars of the cart as he looked at the train with a happy smile on his face. He'd been waiting all summer just to go back to Hogwarts, and the day had finally come. Aiden couldn't wait to get there, already hungry for the spectacular welcome feast that he knew was probably being prepared right now by the school's large number of house elves.

"Don't forget to write," His mother, who was sporting dark purple hair that day and matching colored eyes(her usual look) said with a small smile, squeezing her son's shoulder briefly.

"Yeah and don't let none of them pansy wankers get to you either, or I'll be sending them a knuckle sandwich once I find an envelope big enough," His father growled with a frown, his hands stuffed into the pockets of his robes as his short black hair ruffled slightly with the breeze.

Aiden smiled, hugging each of his parents,"I'll write you both soon, and I'll try Dad, no promises," Aiden said with a slight shake of his head, amused by his father's choice of wording. Aiden had always been more like his mother, they'd both been Hufflepuffs after all. His father was a former Slytherin, but he was one of the good ones, a rarity.

Aiden began walking to the train, Momo hooting excitedly from inside his small cage. His large eyes appeared excited as they usually did, his head swing this way and that on his tiny body as the owl tried to look at everything.

"Don't get too excited Momo, we aren't there yet," Aiden said as he finally reached the train, grabbing his trunk, broom, and cage from the car and hauling it onto the train carefully. Looking back, Aiden saw his parents still standing there, watching him. Waving one last time, Aiden turned his attention to the train corridor and to finding a place to sit.

After ten minutes of searching though, Aiden only found one compartment, and it was already spoken for. An unfamiliar girl sat inside, with curly blonde hair and large blue eyes. Her nose was currently stuck in a book, and Aiden hoped not to disturb her, but he had nowhere to sit.

Sliding the compartment door open slowly, Aiden smiled politely and cleared his throat. "Everywhere is full up, mind if I join you?"

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Annabeth Daniels

They day had started off slow, a casual breakfast shared between Annabeth and her parents over coffee as they slowly woke up and prepared for the morning ahead of them. Annabeth had inherited her love of nighttime from her parents, neither one of them morning people, so breakfast was usually a mostly silent affair. Annabeth didn't mind though, as she usually spent the time reading the Daily Prophet, same as her parents. They got two seperate papers delivered because of it, since they all read the paper actively(her father read the mugged paper).

When they'd arrived at the platform hours later, her father once again began asking her question after question about the magic behind the train. Annabeth didn't know the answer to many of his questions, and so soon he stopped asking. It was still amusing to her, how fascinated by magic her father was. If he hadn't have married a witch, he never would have even known magic existed, and now Annabeth was in her second to last year at Hogwarts, soon she would be done with school.

Thirty minutes later after hurried goodbyes, Annabeth had lugged her trunk and other things including her cat's traveling case into the only empty compartment she could find. Her cat Lila, who hated being caged, was instantly set free and curled up on the seat beside Annabeth, soaking in the sun that spilled on the seat as Annabeth poured over her new schoolbooks. She loved getting a bit ahead before the start of the year, and had already finished reading her new Charms book. Now, she was studying her new Transfiguration book with rapt attention as Lilah snoozed.

"Everywhere is full up, mind if I join you?"

The voice had pulled Annabeth out of her reading, and the blonde girl looked up cruously as she made sure to mentally remember where she'd left off at. Standing in the doorway was a strange boy with blue hair, Annabeth didn't know his name but she'd seen him walking the hallways of Hogwarts before. She knew he was in his seventh and final year at Hogwarts, but that was all she knew about him.

Nodding her head simply, Annabeth said nothing and returned her attention go her reading as the strange boy walked into the compartment and slid the door shut behind him. He the places his trunk and broomstick up in the luggage rack, opening his tiny owl's cade and letting the small animal free before placing the cage in the luggage rack as well. The small owl made a small hooting sound, clearly pleased, and drawing Annabeth's attention away from her reading once more.

"Oh my goodness, that has got to be the cutest owl I've ever seen in my life! He's so little, what's his name?" Annabeth gushed with bright eyes as she put her bookmark back into her book to make her page, closing it and setting it on the opposite side of her, away from Lila. The cat was still snoozing, unaware of the new arrivals to the compartment.

[QueenOfWands]

ʜᴇɴʀɪᴋ ʜᴏʀɴᴛᴀɪʟ

The wafting scent of a hearty breakfast was the only thing that tempted Henrik to rise from his bed. Breakfast was no longer loud and active like it was when he was a child. No more brothers fighting over the last sausage link, or who ate more bacon than the other. Food would sling across the table, and more than one cup would become overturned, whether milk, coffee, or tea. Henrik and his brothers always cleaned themselves up after breakfast, rather than before. It wasn't uncommon to find fried eggs stuck in his hair after these daily traditions. Even by the evening, the smell and energy of breakfast with his older brothers always hung around in the air.

It took a strong shove on the shoulder for Henrik to come back into focus of his mother and father sitting at the table. "I said, are you ready for the first day of your final year, Henrik?" Henrik rubbed his face in frustration, finishing off the last of his coffee. "Yeah, well... I'm ready to be done with this school..." Henrik has asked every year up to this point why they had to move, and why couldn't they have stayed in Hungary so he could attend Durmstrang Institute instead. But at this point it no longer mattered, he has attended Hogwarts for 6 years, now his final 7th year. All that mattered now was finishing his N.E.W.T.s so he could go work with his brothers back in Hungary.

Pushing away from the table, Henrik grabbed his trunk that he packed the night before, heaving it over his shoulder. "Well... I ought to get going or I will miss the train..." With his other arm, he hugged his dad and mom, "I love you, fiú... Have a good year..." And with that, Henrik walked out into the cobblestone road. He didn't live too far from King's Cross station, so it wasn't an issue to just walk there. Henrik made sure not to attract attention of any passerby's before quickly stepping across into Platform 9 & 3/4. Steam was flowing out of the train, and it was starting to give its last call signal. Board the train now, or miss it.

After loading his trunk, it didn't take long to realize that all of the compartments were full, except one that he peeled back the door to, finding a blue haired boy and a curly blonde hair girl, both ogling over an owl. He didn't really know them, but recognized them for previous years. The boy being a Hufflepuff, and the girl being a Ravenclaw. "The rest of the cabins are full..." Henrik's deep voice almost boomed against the walls. He wasn't asking for permission and sat down on the side of the blue-hair boy, while the door slid closed after him.

What was his name again? Henrik knew he had heard his name before. Not long after sitting, the train began to move and the door slid open again, revealing a tall, blond girl with emerald green eyes.

𝒜𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓁𝓁𝑒 𝒜𝓈𝒽𝓌𝑜𝑜𝒹

After being personally escorted to Platform 9 & 3/4, Arielle began stepping on to train just as the wheels began turning. Walking down the aisles, Arielle glanced into each room she passed, causing everyone in them to suddenly stop talking and stare back. It was a strange phenomenon, Arielle seemed to scare some students silent, but why? She knew it had to do with the reputation of her family name, but she just moved on to the next room. Looking into one cabin, Arielle slid the door back, revealing the three aforementioned students, of which Arielle recognized from around Hogwarts. But much like Henrik, didn't know any of their names.

Arielle began to step in, her sad eyes focusing on the floor, when a group of Slytherins rushed behind her. "A-Arielle! You don't have to sit in there... we can make room for you in our cabin!" Arielle slowly turned around, her misty eyes sweeping across the others in the room, and finally landing on the 4 Slytherin students behind her, 3 girls and a boy. "Yeah... you don't have to sit with these... losers." The other Slytherin students giggled among themselves.

"No, I'm fine. I'll see you four at the school." With that, she slid the door close over their shocked faces, and sat down beside Annabeth, reaching into her bag and pulling out a copy of a French magical paper. "I think this compartment will be more... interesting..." She didn't pull her nose from her paper, but her bright green eyes occasionally peered over the pages at them.

[Nikolai]

Aidan Moseley

As soon as the unfamiliar blonde girl had asked the name of his small animal, the compartment door had opened to reveal the most gorgeous man that Aidan had ever laid his eyes on. Granted, he'd seen the boy before ajd had even gone so far as to learn the name of the boy, not that he'd ever talk to him. His name was Henrik Horntail, and he was a seventh year Gryffindor.

Aidan was not the type to walk up and start a conversation with a stranger, acctually it took him quite a bit of time to warm up to anyone. So when he was suddenly faced with a cabin full of strangers, he found himself rather out of his element. Aidan ducked his head, nervously pushing up his glasses with his free hand before a walling ingredient thickly and biting his lip. He turned his eyes back to the blonde who'd first arrived, his heart beating a little faster out of nerves.

"H-His name is Momo, I bought him in Diagon Alley when I first got my letter," he said with a small smile.

He then flicked his eyes to where Henrik was sitting, directly to his right on the same seat of the compartment. Aidan wondered what had brought the handsome man to sit with him of all people, Aidan wasn't anyone special.

The blonde girl, Aidan thought was a Slytherin, but he couldn't remember her name. He was terrible with names, only having remembered Henrik's due to his fascination with the Gryffindor boy. Aidan looked back at the curly haired blonde with a nervous, as if wondering how their compartment suddenly got so full.

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Annabeth Daniels

Annabeth turned her head when the door of the compartment opened, and noticed an older boy walk in with a short explanation about the compartments being full. It was the sake thing the blue-haired boy had said. Watching him sit down, Annabeth was about to answer the blue-haired boy's response when another person entered the compartment, this one a girl about her age. She had long platinum blonde hair that was almost white, and bright green eyes. Annabeth thought she looked like the literal interpretation of an angel. But she didn't say anything, instead deciding to read her newspaper, only shooting them a couple covert glances. Turning hetlr attention back to the bow with the owl, Annabeth shot him a small smile.

"Well, he's adorable. I guess since so many people are here introductions are in order. I'm Annabeth Daniels, sixth year Ravenclaw," she said in a matter-of-fact voice, her bright blue eyes sparkling.

Pointing at the Gryffindor, she tilted her head to the side,"You're a seventh year right? I think both of you are actually," she said and looked at the blue-haired boy.

Aidan simply nodded, Momo hooting dully beside him. "Yeah, I'm a seventh year, m-my name is Aidan M-Moseley," he said, his tone still nervous.

[QueenOfWands]

ʜᴇɴʀɪᴋ ʜᴏʀɴᴛᴀɪʟ

At the mention of Aiden's name, Henrik's eyes lit up for a second, kind of like how someone does when they remember something important. A 7th year as well, Henrik felt bad that he didn't instantly recognize him, especially since he was kinda cute on the eyes. Henrick rubbed his short haired beard a little, raising an eyebrow at Aiden as he looked him over some. "We have had classes together, haven't we?... Though having attended school together for 6 years, we must have at some point, huh?" Henrik wasn't normally a talkative guy- he didn't have many "friends", attending a school he didn't care about. But, seeing as it was his last year, maybe he would actually take the time to get to know one of his... more attractive classmates.

Henrik reached his hand out towards Aiden to shake his hand. "Interesting we have known each other for about 6 years, yet this is our first time saying hello?" Henrik grinned and gave a quick wink to Aiden before turning his attention to the curly haired blond. He had seen her around before too, but not as much. "Ravenclaw... so you're a nerd right?" Henrik chuckled slightly, leaning back in his seat and playing with his long, dark hair behind his head, a few of the locks falling over his shoulders like a waterfall. With the momentum of the conversation going, upon laying eyes on the next girl, something clicked in his head.

"And you..." He started to point at Arielle "Arielle, is it? You are that Ashwood girl who comes from the family of potion assassins, right?"

𝒜𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓁𝓁𝑒 𝒜𝓈𝒽𝓌𝑜𝑜𝒹

Arielle's eyes darted swiftly over her paper and slightly glared at Henrik, as she put down her newspaper in a quick flurry. Arielle's expression didn't change from plain, but her eyes seemed to burn with a bit more of a passionate fire. "And you're from that dirty family of 'Dragon Tamers', right"? Arielle huffed slightly and turned towards Annabeth. It was obvious there was a little bit of a classic Gryffindor and Slytherin rivalry in the air, but it faded as Arielle's eyes softened on Annabeth.

Arielle had noticed quite a few pretty girls while attending the school herself. She had gotten her chance to play around here and there, but Arielle wasn't really interested by any of them. Most of them were also Slytherin girls, like the ones that tried to sway here away from the compartment of misfits. Along with that, most of those other girls were primarily interested in Arielle for her elite family background. "We have had a few classes together too... haven't we?" Arielle snapped her fingers suddenly. "I'm pretty sure we have had double potions together before. You are really good in that class, I've noticed. Ravenclaw really suits you." A very faint grin grew in the corner of Arielle's mouth talking to Annabeth, her soft emerald eyes staring into Annabeth's deep brown eyes.

"Those two need to get a room, don't you think?" Henrik leaned close to Aiden and playfully murmured to him, a large cheeky grin across his cheeks. Arielle laughted softly at his comment, brushing her long hair over her shoulders. "Mature... though I shouldn't be surprised from a Gryffindor."

[Nikolai]

Aiden Moseley

Aiden shook Henrik's hand, his cheeks becoming steadily pinker the longer the conversation went on. Aiden couldn't take his eyes off Henrik for a moment, momentarily stunned that such a handsome man was talking to him of all people. But yet here they all sat, each of them a different house but still friendly enough to have an idle chat on the way to school. Aiden couldn't help but feel like this was how the Founders must have originally seen the school interacting, before all the inter-house rivalries happened. The biggest rivalry would always be between the Gryffindors and the Slytherins, as they were always in competition it seemed. Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff were more like spectators, each other taking sides in various events one way or the other.

Aiden had always been more supportive of the Gryffindors simply because lost of the Slytherins were very cruel to him. But this Arielle girl seemed alright so far. Aiden wasn't one to be judgemental.

"Dragon Taming sounds amazing," Aiden said in a soft voice, knowing he was completely off topic but not able to contain his awe that he knew someone who tamed dragons. Aiden was a lover of all things involving magical creatures and non-magical creatures. He really just loved animals, usually more than people.

His heart momentarily stopped when Henrik winked at him, and against when the Gryffindor learned close to him. This guy sure was bold hm? Aiden could never be that courageous. He looked at the two girls sitting across from the curiously, his eyes still betraying his nerves a little. Momo continued to Twitter eside him quietly, bouncing around in his spot as he looked at all the strange people.

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Annabeth Daniels

When Henrik mentioned that Annabeth was a nerd, Annabeth looked at him with a quirk of one eyebrow, crossing her arms over her chest and staring at him with a small smile on her face. If she hadn't heard the chuckle that came afterwards, she might have been highly offended. She of course was totally ajd completely a nerd, but that wasn't the point. She wasn't just a nerd.

"Potion assassins?"Annabeth asked the Slytherin girl, turning to look at her as her hear skipped a beat inside her chest at the sight of her emerald green eyes. Arielle really was beautiful.

But Annabeth had not read anything about a family of potion assassins, though, she mostly read academic books and didn't spend much time reading books from their time period. Her favorite subjects were Charms and Transfiguration, so Dr both branches of magic allowed a witch or wizard the ability to do so many different things. Annabeth was also a big fan of Defense Against the Dark Arts and anything involving the subject, as well as Herbolgy, since she had a love of nature as well.

[QueenOfWands]

ʜᴇɴʀɪᴋ ʜᴏʀɴᴛᴀɪʟ

Henrik turned his attention back to Aiden when he mentioned Dragon Taming. "I wish there was a more powerful word to describe it... Dragon Taming, that is." Henrik rubbed his chin, his eyes towards the ceiling as if thinking strongly on the subject. "The Durmstrang Institute has a series of classes specifically on dragons. Like if our Care of Magical Creatures class focused on dragons. Their history and how they behave. But Taming isn't a skill one learns. It is bread into you. You have to be brave, daring, and strong." Henrik loved talking about dragons. Although school wasn't his strong point, he knew just about everything there was to know about any breed and species of dragons. It was truly his passion, much like it was for the rest of his family. On that last statement, Henrik rolled up his t-shirt sleeve, flexing his large bicep to the group. "I guess the sorting hat isn't that much crock... since it put me in the right house obviously."

Henrik smiled brightly, glancing at the shyly blushing Aiden. He was aware of the slight nervousness that he was sprouting through Aiden, and much like a Romanian Longhorn, Henrik liked to play with his food before devouring. Henrik leaned back, putting a, relatively, friendly arm around Aiden's shoulder. Henrik raised an eyebrow at Annabeth's statement. Or more like question. "You say that like you have never heard of potion assassins... You have heard of them, right? I'm not from England and I know how they go about- poisoning important witches, wizards, and even muggles. For a good enough price. If anythin-" But before another word could drip from Henrik's mouth, Arielle was shoving her French Newspaper, Le Papier du Mage, in his face, causing him to muffle his voice out.

𝒜𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓁𝓁𝑒 𝒜𝓈𝒽𝓌𝑜𝑜𝒹

Arielle was on her feet, holding the newspaper over Henrik's mouth and face. However, her own expression hadn't changed. The only thing that had was the fire in her eyes. "You don't know me or my family... I would much appreciate it if you not spread such harsh, falsifying rumors about us. Don't air dirty laundry that isn't yours to air." With that, Arielle plopped back into her seat, Henrik crumbling up the newspaper and throwing it back at Arielle, a smug grin on his own face. "It is okay, Henrik if you are simply jealous of my potion skills... not everyone can brew as well as me... Some of us have to rely more on the strength of our bodies than the strengths of our minds." Arielle referred to Henrik's robust nature, and action first, thoughts later attitude so far.

Arielle turned back towards Annabeth, reestablishing her calm while watching her. "How is it though... that you haven't heard of potion assassins? Almost any witch or wizard would have been told at least one bedtime tale about them. They have quite the... reputation." And that is all Arielle would continue to say about the subject. Her eyes slowly moving over to the orange cat curled up and snoozing. Arielle began to softly pet it, attracted by its warm fur and soft purr. Arielle was not allowed to have her own pet for a multitude of reasons from her parents, so she heavily relied on other's pets to bring her a simple joy. "I hope that we have more classes together this year, Annabeth. I would like to see you around more."

[Nikolai]

Aiden Moseley

Aiden's eyes never left Henrik's face as he was talking about dragons, noticing that he clearly was very passionate about the subject. Aidan thought that was really cool, that he loved dragons so much. Aidan had always been fascinated by dragons. But he was sure if he was ever in the presence of one, Aidan would be scared out of his mind.

When the conversation turned to potion assassins, Aiden's swiveled to each person as they were talking, absorbing the conversation as he didn't know much about potion assassins. It seemed that the curly haired blonde didn't know much about them either, but maybe she was just confused on another matter involving potion assassins, Aiden couldn't be sure. Looking back at Henrik, Aiden blushed and smiled softly.

"I'd be a crud assassin, I'm not good enough, at Potions to kill anyone," He said with a small chuckle as he ran his hands over his blue hair. He turned to look at Momo, stroking his feathers with his finger distracted lying as he listened to Annabeth talk.

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Annabeth Daniels

"I guess I should have said that a bit differently," Annabeth said once they all asked her how she couldn't possibly know what potion assassins were. Of course she knew what potion assassins were, she did read after all, quite a bit actually.

"Your parents are prion assassins?" she turned her eyes to the pale blonde, not even thinking that her words might come across as accusatory. Placing a finger on her chin, she rolled her eyes to the ceiling in thought. "Ashwood...you know, the Cardegy family is also well known for dabbling in the same practice. Personalky I think there are way less tedious ways to murder someone if you really needed to but, hey" she said with a simple shrug, reaching over and scratching Lilah behind the ears, she was purring from receiving so much attention.

"What all classes do you take? My favorite is Charms, oh and Transfiguration is good too. I also like Herbology, the various plants and stuff is really interesting,"she said thoughtfully, talking about academics being one of her favorite things to do. She really was a nerd.

"So, now that we all know each other...did everyone have a good summer?" she asked the group, looking at them all in turn as she continued to scratch Lilah behind the ears, her purring like soft music in the background while they talked.

[QueenOfWands]

ʜᴇɴʀɪᴋ ʜᴏʀɴᴛᴀɪʟ

Henrik continued to twist the hair on his chin, watching Arielle as she reacted to the accusations, and raising an eyebrow at Annabeth as she went on and on. Henrik wasn't very good at any of his classes or subjects. He mostly blamed the school for not having good teachers, but in reality it was because none of it really interested Henrik. "I like Care of Magical Creatures, if I had to choose. Though I have a passion for dragons, I can also appreciate other mystical and magical creatures. I've gotten Outstandings in that class for 2 years now." Though this wasn't something most people would brag about, it was something Henrik was proud of. And, based on the classes that were available at Hogwarts, that was the only one that would really matter in his future careers, besides maybe Defense Against the Dark Arts.

Henrik could feel the train slowing down slightly as they were approaching Hogwarts, and he quickly stood up, reaching into his bag for his robes to throw over his clothes. "My summer was pretty nice, Annabeth. I got to visit my brothers in Hungary, and I'm hoping to go visit them again during the winter break." Henrik sat back down after changing, pulling his long hair back into a bun on his head, a few messy locks sticking out here and there. A lot of the professors didn't appreciate his overly long hair, and some were known to pull little jinxes on his hair to get it tangled, or to randomly pull roughly on a lock. So he made sure to keep it all in one place, as to avoid it being messed with.

𝒜𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓁𝓁𝑒 𝒜𝓈𝒽𝓌𝑜𝑜𝒹

Arielle looked away as Annabeth talked more about potion assassins. Arielle kept her mouth shut until the subject changed to classes. "I have a passion for Herbology and Potions. In fact, one of my last projects last year involved growing many of my own ingredients for an invisibility potion. It lasted for about 30 seconds, which is supposedly impressive. But I've been working over the summer on adjusting ingredients to make it last longer. So far I have it up to 5 minutes." Arielle watched as Henrik changed too, and she slowly stood up, grabbing her own robe from her bag and throwing it over herself. Within a few seconds, the compartment door slid open, showing the same 3 Slytherin girls from earlier, poking their heads in.

"We are almost to Hogwarts, Arielle. We wanted to talk to you about..." The girls eyes squinted a little, scanning the room. "You know." Arielle looked back over the group calmly, and grabbed her bag, throwing it over her shoulder. "Well... I'll see you around." Arielle nodded quickly to everyone in the room, and when looking at Annabeth, shooting her a quick wink. Arielle quickly walked out, following the other girls as the train stopped across the lake from Hogwarts. The sounds of other students bustling and gathering their belongings echoed through the train.

[Nikolai]

Aiden Moseley

Aidan listened to Henrik talk about his favorite classes, and then move on to talking about his summer when Annabeth inquired as to how everyone's had been. Aidan looked a them all in turn, his eyes watching Arielle stand up and leave with a group of Slytherin girls a moment later.

"My summer was good, I-I visited my uncle in Wales over the summer, and the weather was nice." He said simply with a small smile and a shrug of one shoulder. He stuffed his hand in his pocket and tilted his head to the side a moment after looking out the window. After a moment of silent contemplation, he sighed softly and shook his head. "You know, I'm not really feeling blue today," He said and a moment later his hair changed color to a pale lavender color.

Nodding his approval, Aidan turned back to smile at them again. "Much better,"

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Annabeth Daniels

Annabeth looked curiously at the door when Arielle left, wondering when she'd see the Slytherin girl again, probably not until the Feast more than likely. But then Aiden changed the color of his hair as if by magic, Annabeth raised her eyebrows in mild surprise. She tilted her head to the side, a questioning look in her eyes.

"You're a metamorphmagus, aren't you? She asked Aiden in a knowing tone.

Aiden nodded simply,"M-My mum is one too, so I guess you could say I got it from her," Aiden said.

Annabeth nodded slightly, her eyes flicking to Lila as her cat meowed suddenly and looked out the window. Annabeth turned to look at the window, seeing the hills rising outside and the gray clouds overhead that meant an impending storm.

"Looks like it's going to rain," She said thoughtfully.

[QueenOfWands]

ʜᴇɴʀɪᴋ ʜᴏʀɴᴛᴀɪʟ

Henrik was taken aback when Aiden's hair suddenly changed, and he couldn't help but stare at his hair for a long time. He overheard Annabeth mention the words metamophmagus. Was that a kind of creature human hybrid? Henrik had never heard of the word before, but at the same time felt embarrassed that he didn't know what that was. "Can you change your hair to any color, Aiden?" Henrik asked, somewhat mystified as they walked off the train. It was extremely cloudy and overcast, and Henrik watched as a wave of first years headed towards the boats that would float them across the river.

Spotting his luggage in the crowd, Henrik grabbed it and hoisted it onto his shoulder with one hand. A few other students standing around him gawked in amazement, like he was some kind of god. Henrik nodded towards Aiden. "Hold a carriage seat for me, I tend to stay back a little bit to help move the trunks." With that, Henrik hoisted another student's chest onto his other shoulder, balancing both on his shoulders and walking off towards designated carriages that would take everyone's belongings. Later to be sorted into the house. It wasn't at all necessary for Henrik to help, but he primarily did it to challenge himself. He always worked hard to become stronger, and heavy weightlifting was his best way to do that. It only took a few trips back and forth for all of the student's chests to be sorted out, with Henrik's arms only a slightly bit sore. He rubbed his bicep to try and relax it."Guess it has been a while since I've worked these... I should start training more regularly again." But between all of his lessons and homework, this was usually difficult.

Henrik spotted the carriage that Aiden had claimed and joined him inside, not surprised to see the young Annabeth with them again. Henrik began to assume that he probably wouldn't see that Slytherin girl again. Not that he minded. Good riddance, in his eyes.

𝒜𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓁𝓁𝑒 𝒜𝓈𝒽𝓌𝑜𝑜𝒹

Arielle closed the door of her carriage, sitting with the three other Slytherin girls who had harassed her on the train. Her melancholy eyes scanned over them, before resting on the window and gazing out. "This year we are bound to win the house cup. With all of the ingrediants that Marissa was able to smuggle in her luggage, we will be able to make enough Polyjuice potion for the entire year to imitate so many students. And as we imitate those snooty Ravenclaws, dumb-dumb Hufflepuffs, and meathead Gryffindors, we can run around losing house points for them left and right. It is pure genius!" The girl cackled, placing with her sleek black hair. "And all possible, thanks to the queen brewery witch herself, Arielle." Marissa grinned ear to ear, mischevious delight springing in her eyes as the carriages began to move towards Hogwarts.

Oh, quite the plan it was to Arielle. It didn't take long to hatch it up. Arielle had the very tiniest grin in the corner of her lips, but it didn't really show. She held up three hairs in her hand, one long, brown, and wavy. The other blonde and curly, and the other a shiny bright blue. Each belonging to the 3 students she had road with on the train. "Just to start off our collection so far..." She handed the hairs to Marissa for safe keeping. Marissa stored them in a vial, which she then stored in her wizarding robes. The three Slytherin girls continued to chat on the ride to the castle, while a gentle downpour began outside the window. Arielle couldn't help but just stare out the window, looking at some of the other carriages that moved by. She wondered if the one she was looking at right now contained those students she had rode with... or more specifically Annabeth. "Don't go getting attached, Arielle. You know that Annabeth girl is a mudblood" The Slytherin girl shivered in her robes just at mentioning the disgusting background of Annabeth. Arielle shot her a quick side glance, before returning her gaze out the window. "I know she is." She continued to stare longingly from the window.