by major tom » Fri Jan 01, 2010 4:37 am
((She's in Carter's and Grace's.))
Codi slammed into a compartment, picking one at random, fuming about something Bane had said about his lycanthropy. He could barely put Moe's cage and his luggage down due to his hands have forming into angry fists. He forced himself to sit down and he did, sitting there stiffly, eyes blazing with anger. Moe bolted out of his cage and hid under another seat. Normally, the kind black tom would try to calm him down, this time he had feared for his safety from the werewolf. Which was good, because the full moon was approaching with every night, and Codi was getting angrier, paler, and more sickly as the seconds ticked by to that horrible evening.
Rachelle, looking a little uneasy, made up her mind to follow the nice man's advice to try and walk through the wall with her cart. He had advised to set off at a bit of a run as well. Well, she was a witch, if she believed what the letter had said. Of course, that was the entire reason she was here, wasn't it? The young witch eyed the wall nervously, then glanced around and turned her luggage cart so it was now adjacent to the bare space between Platforms 9 and 10. Taking a deep breath, Rachelle started taking long, purposeful strides straight towards the wall, arms outstretched to push the cart in front of her. Only a couple of feet from it now, she shrunk back but contunued running, expecting to have a painful collision. Amazingly, the 11-year-old, her cat, and her luggage plunged easily through the solid concrete. Rachelle veered left to avoid hitting a fifth-year hugging her mum goodbye. She gasped. The train was so massive! Plus, it was actually real. Feeling almost overwhelmed, the young witch excitedly padded over to and boarded the Hogwarts Express, eyes shining like a searchlight.
My name is Tiger, and your name is not Tiger, and I'm here to make you think about death and get sad and stuff. A few of my interests include science fiction, video games, comic books, girl bands, wearing too much eye makeup, and dismantling the patriarchy. My preferred required pronouns are they/them/their.