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Post by Cécile De Volanges on Oct 31, 2007 2:17:00 GMT
The corridors were thankfully empty of children trying to find the food trolley or their friends, so it was one of the easiest rounds the blonde Slytherin Prefect had ever done. Every now and again she would peer into a compartment, stopping only if there were wands drawn, what did she care if they were having heated debates... or full out arguing. If anyone called her on her lack of attention she would simply claim it had been a spontaneous event that had not begun when she had walked past.
Smiling faintly she played with the soft hair of Aurora's head, dodging the little dogs pink tongue deftly everytime she tried to get at a bit of her mistress's bare flesh. Every now and again she would frown jokily and swat the dogs ears. "Stop eet dahrling, you know how mummy hates it." The dog was the only thing that was more spoilt than Cécile, it was a wonder it wasn't fat and dying of diabetes or something equally bad. As if was the only sign of how pampered a pooch she was was the small pink bow resting between her sticky up ears.
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Post by Faith Lehane on Nov 1, 2007 20:22:21 GMT
Faith was sitting in one of the compartments with a few random people, sitting silently and looking out the window. She was getting a little irritated though. The girls and guy that were in the compartment with her were talking so loudly, and couldn't even hear how stupid they all sounded. Gossip, gossip, gossip. Is that all everyone has to say anymore? Not Faith. Faith was always capable of finding decent conversation. Finally she had enough. She picked up the one carry on bag she had, stood up, and exited that particular compartment.
Out in the aisle she walked up and down, searching for a somewhat empty one to get away from those people. 'I hope they're not going to be in any of my classessssss,' Faith whined in her head. She continued in her search for a compartment with room for one more.
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Post by Tristan Grant on Nov 1, 2007 20:28:46 GMT
Tristan looked around the trolly his little kitten on his shoulder every so often it swatted at his ear playfully. He saw a some what empty comparment only one person in it, he asked if he oculd sit and came in putting Tinker on the bench next to him next to the window, but the playful kitten jumped onto his lap trying it's hardest to look out the window.
This is going to be a long year he thought to himself looking out the window at the trees passing. He patted Tinkers head then placed his own head back against the wall.
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Post by Cécile De Volanges on Nov 1, 2007 20:32:04 GMT
As predicted there was little to interest the blonde girl on her rounds, there had been a little first year running around in a panic near the front of the train because she had lost her pet frog, but she had ignored it. Some other prefect could deal with that. Cécile was neither fond of first years or amphibians of any kind. After wrinkling her nose in distaste at the frog hunting party she had dodged the food trolley and made her way back the way she had come from. As they were still a few hours or so away from their destination, most of the students were sat chatting loudly, joking with their friends about things that had happened over the summer.
Unlike most, she would rather not be in one of those raucous compartments, there were few people she could stand in the school, and most of them were policing the corridors in a similar manner or sat bragging about who had bought the most expensive broom since they had last met. Not something that interested Cécile. So far all she had really seen of the people she had spoke to, was her cousin Jamie, and that was less than pleasant. Striding through a group of second years she frowned, her piercing green eyes settling on a dark haired girl up ahead in the corridor. "You should really be in a compartment by now, eet ees for your own safety," she recited in her slow drawl, her voice polite but lazy and authorities.
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Post by Faith Lehane on Nov 1, 2007 20:41:04 GMT
Faith was a little surprised at the girl who popped up behind her. She smirked as she listened to her, telling her to get into a compartment. 'Here we go again... already getting in trouble!' she thought. She shrugged.
"I'm relocating," she stated, flipping her hair onto the other shoulder and then peering into a compartment that she thought looked empty, but someone was lying down, head resting on another's lap. "And at the moment I'm not having any luck." Faith continued to gaze around. One question, however, was taunting her. "Hey," she began. "Your accent... is that french?" she asked in a rather polite/rude manner.
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Post by Cécile De Volanges on Nov 1, 2007 20:45:52 GMT
"Weel I suggest you get een one quickly my dear," scanning the windows nearby she saw that one next to them seemed fine. It wasn't empty, but the only person she could see was a boy that she thought she recognised from the year above. For most people, they would find it weird bossing about people older than them, but Cécile had no such qualms thankfully. Looking back at the girl she smiled politely. "Zer you go, zat one ees free," jerking her head slightly in it's direction, her long blonde curls bouncing merrily. It helped make her look friendlier and more approachable.
Nodding slightly, she smiled again. "Yes, eet ees French, as am I," she drawled again, her voice still polite as she crossed her slender arms across her chest, making a graceful curve of her body.
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Post by Faith Lehane on Nov 1, 2007 20:54:50 GMT
Faith turned her head to see which compartment Cecile was was directing her to. She grinned a little bit, happy to see it not completly full and then turned back at her. She also grinned that her accent was French.
"Oh la la!" she said. "Je ne parle pas francais tres bien... mais au revoir et merci!" She took a few steps backwards before turning around fully and heading down towards the kind of empty compartment. As she walked she thought of what she just said in her head. "Gee I hope that made sense." she said just loud enough for the girl to hear her. She smiled and cautiously opened the comparment.
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Post by Cécile De Volanges on Nov 1, 2007 21:04:55 GMT
Though the 'Oh La La' comment had done little to sweeten the older girl to the dark haired one, she tried to keep her lips from pursing as she spoke in french. Despite herself a small smile actually appeared, it was always nice to hear your Mother language after so long, even if Cécile had only just come back from France, the place was full of tourists and half of the people spoke English now, much to her disdain. Nodding at the girl, the smile still on her face she replied in English, there was no need to confuse the poor girl. "You are most welcome, and your french iz razzur good." It was the closest thing Cécile got to compliments most days.
Just as the door was pulled open, the small dog that had been sat at Cécile's feet, minding it's own business after having jumped there out of boredom, bolted and ran for the open space. Evidently something had caught her interest inside. Mother dropping open in distress, Cécile stepped forward. "Aurora, get back 'ere."
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Post by Tristan Grant on Nov 1, 2007 21:10:02 GMT
He opend his eyes and looked at the door the person he had been sitting with walked out leaving it open. He turrned his head back to the window not even caring. Tinker had curled up on his lap sleeping his life away. Tristan watched as as bird flew past the window wow this is boring he thought. He never really talked to anyone but still this was one of the most boring train rides.
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Post by Cécile De Volanges on Nov 1, 2007 21:19:55 GMT
It was annoying how something so small and pampered, who looked like it would rather eat you than do anything labourous, could run so damn fast. Following the younger girl into the compartment, long blonde hair flying everywhere, she reached out for the dog. "You naughtee dog," she scolded. Grabbing the small form just before it made to jump towards the boy and his sleeping cat. It was a good thing the dog was prone to yapping or Cécile would be forced to silence her. Sighing loudly, she gave the dog a harsh look while it licked her fingers, eyes wide as if asking what she had done. Looking at the boy, she gave him a smile. "Sorree about zat."
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Post by Tristan Grant on Nov 1, 2007 21:24:24 GMT
Tinker jumped awake and hissed hideing behind Tristan "Its alright" He said as she grabbed the dog away "No harm". He smiled at the girl she was very pretty with her long blonde hair. "Cute dog" he added looking at the door manging to get Tinker from behind him he stood up placing the kitten on the bench. Tinker didn't take her eyes off the dog watching any movment it made.
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Post by Cécile De Volanges on Nov 1, 2007 21:30:43 GMT
The dog still struggling in her arms at the site of the cats movements, Cécile pursed her lips. "Aurora, no" she spoke again, usually the small white dog was good in such situations, but she was allowed a few.. 'doggy' moments every now and again. Returning her attention to the boy she smiled again, charm oozing from her. It was a misconception that Cécile was a mean girl, she was perfectly fine to all males, she just saw little point making effort with girls, you either loved her or hated her, she wasn't going to go out of her way to change it. "She eez cute, but a pain," as she spoke she glanced down at the dog, her eyes flashing with amusement. "Your cat eez a dahrling."
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Post by Tristan Grant on Nov 1, 2007 21:35:56 GMT
He smiled "I can see" he said with a slight laugh at the dog's movments to try and get his cat. Tristan was mostly a loner he didn't socialize very much giving most people the impresion that he was some sort of snob to good for them which really wasn't the case. He looked down at his cat when she commented on him "Thanks". Tinker jumped from the bench to Tristan's shoulder now bored with the dog and swated at his hair again "Very annoying" he added taking it's paw off his head.
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Post by Cécile De Volanges on Nov 1, 2007 21:45:49 GMT
The little cats movements made her laugh, a soft tinkling sound that had a strange effect on most people, it was the veela in her. She had always been an animal person, but Aurora made it difficult for her to branch out into more species, the dog was unnaturally jealous. A cat would have been lovely, and a lot less trouble than the small 'toy' dog. "What eez eets name?" she enquired, genuine curiosity in her voice. Stroking white fur idly she glanced at a seat. "Do you mind eef I sit?"
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Post by Tristan Grant on Nov 1, 2007 21:49:53 GMT
"No, go ahead" he said looking at the bench. He sat down again "His name is Tinker" he smiled again "Kind of a wimp of a name but...". Once he had sat down the kitten tried to swat at things outside the window again. Having Tinker let him not be so lonley he spent most of his time with the kitten instead of having to talk to people all the time. He looked had her dog "Whats her name?" he asked looking at the cute dog.
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