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 Posted: Feb 8 2017, 12:18 AM
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Into the twilight, smoke billowing against the sky, the Hogwarts Express barrelled homeward. The tracks were dusted with fresh snow that lightly drifted down around them, zipping past compartment windows, highlighted by the faint ember that remained lit along the Western horizon. Inside the warm glow of the train, Hogwarts students mingled while preparing their things as familiar sights grew on the horizon— Hogsmeade Station five miles ahead of them.

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The tail end of Christmas break had been just as festive as the beginning. If not more so. Cassidy Pollexfen had spent the last few days with Finley at Kinloss. They enjoyed the time they got to spend together. At least, Fin did. She actually wasn't sure what Cassidy had thought of it. The only thing Finley could complain about was the fact that the train station was all the way down in London. That was a ten hour car ride. Then the train would take another several hours to reach Hogwarts.

Finley looked out the train window, resting her head on the cold glass as it shook with the train's motions. The sun was starting to fall behind the horizon, replaced by the stars as they slowly started to appear, starting with the brightest. They whipped past trees and hills as the train roared along the tracks. The lull of the wheels was almost enough to put her to sleep. She yawned, watching the world on the other side of the window fly by.

Having nothing else to do, Fin took the scenery in as she absentmindedly nibbled a sugar quill. They were close now, surely. She had already changed back into her school robes, near the beginning of the trip so she wouldn't forget. Now she sat in an empty compartment, merely enjoying the silence. She didn't mind the solitude, as she could use some time to rest, but she wouldn't have minded if someone wanted to come talk to her. Or just sit with her.
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 Posted: Feb 8 2017, 01:00 AM
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To say that the holidays had gone smoothly would be putting a rather positive spin on the entire event. It was still so horribly uncomfortable with Uncle Ron in the hospital and everybody tiptoeing around all the political strife in the world. At least Albus had managed to spend some quality time alone with Scorpius. That alone was a gift that he would treasure until the end of time. To have a friend like that, one you could rely on no matter what, that was something that even Albus, as uncomfortable with intimacy as he was, could approciate. Then, after the break-in at the Ministry, Harry was out of the house for the entire rest of the vacation. He'd barely made time to stop in and see all of the Potter children off to school at Platform 9 3/4's. The goodbye between them all had felt strained, as if there were a million things that were going unsaid, that might never be said. Of course, in typical Albus Potter fashion, all of that was put to the back of his mind as soon as he boarded the train.

It seemed unlikely that Albus would be able to find Scorpius in the hustle and bustle surrounding him when he first boarded the train, and so he instead found a compartment as quickly as possible. It wasn't long before he was joined by Louis, who always made for pleasant company. It helped that he was far less intimidating than Dominique and not so bubbly as Victoire. He'd never tell anybody, but Louis was certainly his favorite cousin from that side of the family. Albus slept for the majority of the trip to school, but as the destination grew closer, he roused himself from his slumber to change into uniform. All he could do no was hope that the remainder of his fourth year at Hogwarts would be a good one. Not to mention he was looking forward to seeing Ellie again, and perhaps even more excited about seeing Tilly. Well, excited mixed with a whole glass of anxious.

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The holiday had been brilliant. For someone who loved Hogwarts as much as James did, it had done him well to be home and away from it all. He couldn't lie, having a break from the constant stress of NEWT-level classes was exactly what he needed. Time with the Weasley-fam, and most notably, being able to pick his cousin's brain about pro-quidditch things, had to have been the highlight of his holiday. But as much as the time off was enjoyed, and as much as the onset of classes threatened to squash him like an impending avalanche, James was truly looking forward to returning to school. Most importantly, he was looking forward to making things right with Cram. He'd been bothered throughout the duration of the holiday (mostly at night when his hyperactive mind settled) about how he'd left things with her. He missed her.

James had been hoping to see Wes, or any of the quidditch mates he'd fallen out of touch with over the break, but had sidled in with Albus when it became clear that the train was very crowded and they'd obviously boarded too late to be picky about arrangements. After sleeping like a rock through the journey, face ridiculously pressed up against the cool of the glass, he snickered when Al insisted on changing into uniform. James wasn't bothered enough to make an impression at this point. It had been a long ride and he was absolutely content in his jacket and jeans. "Who are you trying to impress?" he asked his brother with a grin and a set of waggling eyebrows that insinuated something of female persuasion without him having to say it. "Let me guess," he drawled on, eyes rolling upward in sarcastic thought, "Professor Helstrom? Now that's a lot of woman right there."

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Cassidy had gotten separated from Finley for a bit, having found herself whisked away among the crowd of students. She had greeted a bunch of students she had already met before and it was during moments like these she truly wished that all the houses could properly interact with each other someday, especially within her own house.

She sought out her companion, opening each compartment and greeting familiar faces as soon as she saw them, before closing the door and moving onto the next compartment. Cassidy had a truly enthralling Christmas. Not only did she spent time with her family, Evan and her had gotten together (secretly, of course), she also spent time with Finley at the military base and learning quite a bit of skills while she was there like having a little bit of experience in firearms. Well, namely, it was just shooting a pistol at the shooting range. There were so many things she needed to tell Caraway too and she wondered how the girl spent her holidays.

There were far too many students pouring and Cass moved quickly, sliding into an empty compartment and the door shut behind her, muffling the sounds of the chitter chatter going on outside. Cassidy rarely found herself in silence and she could feel the excitement beginning to fade. Plopping into her seat nearest the window, she leaned her head against the windowsill, watching the scenery pass her by.



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 Posted: Feb 8 2017, 02:42 AM
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Louis had bittersweet feelings about heading back to Hogwarts on the train. On the one hand, he missed the friends he had that had stayed at school, and he was actually looking forward to going back to classes again. On the other hand, being this side of the new year meant that OWLs were fast approaching. He wasn't unprepared by any means, but they were still exams; important ones too. He'd be an idiot to not be nervous. Not only that, but it was certainly easier to observe the political climate of the world from outside of the school. The Ministry break in and Victoire’s subsequent involvement had rattled his nerves, and while he wasn't nearly as politically switched-on as Dominique, it was hard to ignore the tension and unease. He had wondered if he probably should be more aware, but by the same token there wasn't exactly that much that a fifteen year old boy could do.

Regardless, Louis kept himself focused on the things that had him looking forward to going back to school. Finding somewhere to sit on the train had been a struggle for a few moments, Louis not being one to sit with strangers, but he finally found a carriage with his cousins and took the opportunity gladly. He was perfectly content to sit on the opposite side of the carriage to the window and take out his charms textbook, reading quietly in between chatting with his cousins. He'd changed into his robes fairly early on in the ride, and had been considering maybe waking Albus so that he could change when his younger cousin roused himself.

At James’ comment, Louis rolled his eyes a little, hid a smile but refrained from commenting. It was little moments like that that made him sort of glad he had two sisters, rather than any brothers. Even if both of those sisters seemed to have a recurring interest in how his life was going. He'd certainly tell them, if he knew.

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Trips on the Hogwarts Express always seemed unnecessarily long to Rosemary. Why they couldn't just take a portkey or floo powder to Hogsmeade and take the train from there, she was uncertain. It almost seemed pointless to take those forms of transportation to London, with how close they lived, rather than all the way up to Hogsmeade. Still, this was the way things were, and the redhead didn't mind train travel, so long as she was in pleasant company.

Right now, she wasn't sure if that were the case or not. She had passed up some rather packed compartments to sit in a less crowded one, and found herself sitting with people she didn't recognize. She had been hoping she would find a seat with Annabeth or one of her other friends, but she had been too swept up in the tide of people to take the time to look.

Now she looked at the fellow student sitting across from her, a younger girl who had just come back in, deciding firmly that she would start a conversation with them. It was good to meet new people, after all, and it didn't matter to her if they looked distracted. "Hi," she began. "How was your break?"

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Nox had slept nearly half the ride back to Hogwarts and spent the other half either talking with Dominique or judgmentally tinkering with the small portable radio he'd picked up in Diagon. The music played on the WWN wasn't palatable at all, and seemed to have been around since the Dark Ages, but he tuned into the a few news stories in the early afternoon in order to insert scathing political arguments here and there. He tuned in again once dusk had fallen in the hopes of catching a rerun of Fagan Ferrers, but instead he'd been met with melodramatic voices set to a heroic-symphony in the background. The Tribute...yes, he recalled reading about it in the paper.

"Oh, hey," he commented dryly, "it's the tribute. Because why worry about changing laws and actually assisting people in need when celebrities can go on the air and pretend they give a shit? That makes it all better, doesn't it?"

He turned it up, mainly so he could continue to negatively dissect it, and rolled his eyes at the flowery male voice that fawned over Celestina Warbeck and her new song. The song was the worst sort of rubbish. It had played incessantly over the holidays. Every other time Nox had picked up the damned radio, that old fossil's vibrato and nonsensical lyrics had assaulted him. If you asked Nox, having an old crone gasp out a few phrases about the symbolism of a fireplace was no way to honor the dead. Their world was so backwards that Nox despised nearly every mention of it, and yet, cynic that he was, he was inexplicably drawn to every bit of media he could get his hands on.

"Your family listening to this?" He asked Dominique, figuring it best he dial back the attitude since her family was presently affected. If Nox were the family of someone hurt or killed in Bulgaria, the tribute would have outraged him.

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The train ride back to school after holiday was often one she looked forward to immensely. Despite the rush and anxiety of impending exams, she typically looked forward to the return, the promise of intellectual stimulation and essays, and mostly, to getting away from her family in the larger sense. This time, however, she was at loathe to leave. She’d enjoyed the time in London and the opportunities it had provided her. The thought didn’t stray far from her mind, either, that this would be the very first train ride to school since fifth year that she wouldn’t be expected to sit in the Prefect’s compartment, to help manage the first years or perform head counts. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d actually changed on the train, but she hadn’t even donned her robes until the halfway mark. It had her a bit on-edge, and as the air time for the “tribute” drew nearer, it seemed to her that Nox was getting agitated all on his own.

Sitting across from him, her legs resting on the seat beside him, she afforded him a wry smile. “It’s what we do, isn’t it? Put a shiny finish on everything going wrong in the world?” She’d done that herself for quite some time. Media, politics–it was all about presentation, how you were perceived. After spending a pensive moment watching him tinker with the portable, Dominique continued her thought. “I wrote to Ferrers before the holiday. I wasn’t very nice– criticized how he presented his material. I didn’t really expect him to write back, but he did. He told me he wasn’t a journalist, that he was an ‘entertainer.’ That’s rubbish, isn’t it? During the last war, the W.W.N was an alternate news source, something real while the Ministry had its choke-hold on the Prophet. It had real facts, not..” she waved her hand dismissively at the radio, “this.”

She chewed her lip in irritation. Her uncle was still in hospital. From what Rose said, he wasn’t making progress, not like the Prophet would have everyone believe. It had been months, and she was starting to come to the realization that he most likely wasn’t ever going to get better. And these announcers, when they were supposed to be talking about what happened in Bulgaria, were too far up Celestina Warbeck’s arse to even–

“Probably,” she conceded. “Gran loves Witching Hour and I think I know every single Warbeck song by heart because of her. But I dunno.” Shrugging her shoulders, she tamped down the optimistic voice inside her mind that insisted most of her family was too intelligent to be taken in by such a pathetic attempt at placation. She knew that wasn’t necessarily true. From firsthand experience, she knew that emotions often overwhelmed the senses and made the application of critical thought impossible. She was frustrated with the transparent, feeble broadcast, but mostly she was just sad. No tribute, celebrity-encrusted or not, would bring Uncle Ron back to full health, nor fix Shacklebolt’s failures, nor restore the faith she’d lost in the institution that was meant to protect and serve them.

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It was nice to be back, it was a pain to be back.

Well, they were not back yet. The train rattled down the tracks as they blew by the countryside, piercing through the snow as it went. Lucy gave a wistful glance out of the window, eyes briefly leaving the book as she did. Every train ride to Hogwarts now was counted with how many more she would take. When she was younger, they seemed uncountable, unending - like the unending stretch of tracks ahead of her, or the way the snow-covered trees vanished into the skyline.

The number of trips she would be taking to Hogwarts could be counted on one hand now, with more than half her fingers left over.

Her life was hurtling forward like the train was. The destination was close, and already known: a desk somewhere in the bowls of the Ministry, typing away until the end of time -

No.

No, she would not think like that. Lucy was not going to start her year like that, she had promised as much to herself. Maybe after a day or two, yes, but she was not going to mope and sulk before she even arrived in the castle. If she spent too long worrying about the future, the present would slip away from her.

Besides, everything was calming down now. Well, except for the break in at the Ministry, though who knew what that meant. The rest of the world seemed quieter, and that was good. She just wanted everything back to normal.

Except for her.

No - she was letting her mind wander again. She had studied as much as she was going to on Charming Experiments With Experimental Charms (vol. vi) this evening. She grabbed at her wand with her right hand - her off hand - shutting the book with the other. A flick of the wrist, and she brought her small, portable radio to life.

Lucy didn't want to let her thoughts wander at the moment, and listening to - oh, great, a tribute - would help her do just that.
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Christmas that year had been a different sort of affair in the Malfoy household, celebrated a few days late on account of Scorpius's absence, he was far too busy playing unhappy families in a different household for a break. Thankfully, his second Christmas of 2020 had been lacking in grandparents full of disapproval. When Scorpius was six or so, he would cover Christmas cards with Xs for his parents, making them smaller and smaller towards the edge of the card, to squeeze them on, as if to show there could never be enough Xs on a card to represent how many Xs in the world he wanted to give them. His parents soon took to decorating their cards similarly, continuing to do so long after Scorpius learnt how to properly sign cards. The practice died with his mother, or so he'd thought until his father's card seemed to sag under the weight of what looked to be a thousand Xs. The two Malfoys were still trying to find their feet, the effort made to mythologise new Christmas traditions for a smaller table and resurrect old ones had not gone unnoticed, or unappreciated by Scorpius.

Though he now harboured a malicious wish for the tragedy swallowing up the ministry to worsen, if only for his hypothesis that the signs of a brewing war had driven his father to try to draw closer his family.

Scorpius was scanning the pages of a novel open in front of him, though it might have been written in Mandarin for all he was taking in of it, the Slytherin was becoming drowsy in his squishy seat, heavy-headedness had set in. He was tired of sitting upright and tired of the sardonic tone his thoughts had taken on. His attention slipped to consider the brooding sky painted behind a window pane as if entirely lost in trying to find some memory that had long since passed out of his recollections searching for something to battle the onset of sleep.

A slow, thunderous rumble of the great scarlet steamer's engine chewing its way through whatever powered the beast brought him back into their carriage which felt intensely more cramped that it had before, as though the atmosphere had tightened.

In an act that looked engineered to disabuse him of his stupid notions, Lucy, who had, up until then, been blissfully silent forced a radio to crackle into life. "Who is this?" He asked quietly, dropping his book and the ruse he even spared a modicum of interest for what it had to offer, an anaemic frown settling on his lips when he glanced at the wireless.

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“It’s not what I do,” Nox replied flatly, lifting his brows at her wry smile. He couldn’t abide people who were duplicitous, and he knew that Dominique was not among them. Saving face was different, but falsifying emotion for the sake of being praised was despicable. The gluttonous announcers running the broadcast, more two-faced than Janus, he wondered if there was anything genuine left of them, any speck of humanity behind those multiple layers of facade. Yes, let’s allow that sort to represent not only Britain’s collective magical communities, but the women and men sent to the slaughter. Touching. Humankind seemed to become less and less human all the time, and celebrity did nothing but further promote the destruction of altruism.

“Of course you did,” Nox mused at her confession of having written Fagan Ferrers. It wouldn’t surprise him to learn that she’d written to the bloody King of England. He admired her spirit, as always, and grinned amusedly as she went on. “Facts are important,” he debated, clearly going somewhere else by the sloping of his tone, “And of course Ferrers is just an entertainer, Galleon’s an opinion bit. I think that hearing points of view have their place as well. As for this shit,” he jerked a thumb toward the radio, let his words trail off and shook his head. They were on the same page as far as Hagnatius Creedstone and his love affair with that old crusty, warbling fossil went.

The song started and Nox groaned, “I’m turning it off.” A screech of radio interference paused his fingers on the way to the knob as white noise littered the silence, tones gained and shifted— and a voice split the newfound silence.

The World Is Changing.

Nox couldn’t remember four words ever having made such an impact. That voice... His eyes narrowed intently upon the speaker, every cell in his body reverent, honed to receive the message. The woman spoke directly to Nox— this Morrigan— and a wave of manic desire to know more washed over him. The interception ended, followed by a constant low tone, and Nox was too paralyzed with possibility to switch it off.

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"Hey," she greeted, acknowledging the girl in front of her. It was not anyone she knew but she had seen this girl around before on the Quidditch Pitch. She was one of Hufflepuff's Chasers, if Cass remembered correctly. This girl bore a great resemblance to Dominique and had it not been for the way she spoke and carried herself, she was certain she would have mistaken her for the older Slytherin girl.

"I've seen you before," Cassidy began, not wanting to waste an opportunity to befriend new people. She had someone who was willing to hold a conversation with her! That would prove to be interesting. "Before we continue, what's your name? I'm Cass. Cassidy Pollexfen. My holidays were pretty great and I got quite a bit of presents for Christmas. What about you?"

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Of course it wouldn't take very long for James to get the new year started off with a joke at Albus' expense. Only two things kept him from grimacing and shooting back an annoyed response. First was the fact that Louis was present, and Albus had no intention of squabbling with his older brother when company was present. Second, and possibly more significant, was that tucked away inside one of his trunks was the fabled cloak of invisibility. The one that their father had put to use so many times in the past in the interest of 'saving the world'. The one that Albus had forced himself not to be bitter about when it had been turned over to James, along with the Marauder's Map, as a form of inheritance. The very same cloak that had been gifted to Albus as a Christmas present from James to him. At the time he'd been so stunned that it had been all he could do to manage a quick thank you. For the first time in years, Albus wanted to have the same kind of relationship with his brother that Lily had, but it was comments like that which made him want the exact opposite.

"I'm not trying to impress anybody," Albus insisted, though it was only partially true. He hadn't meant it, but perhaps it would be nice if he looked good when he first saw Tilly again. Not that it mattered. "And I think Professor Helstrom is much more you're type. After all, you'd need to fly a broom to reach her, and we both know you're more skilled in that regard." Albus wasn't oblivious to Louis looking on the two of them, and even smiled a little bit. He was lucky, as far as Albus was concerned. No older brother over-shadowing him, though Albus could imagine that Dominique and Victoire weren't the easiest examples to follow as the youngest child. "What about the two of you?" Albus presented the question to both of them, even if he wasn't particularly interested in the romance department. If you could call what James did 'romance', that is. "Words out that you and Dahlia aren't seeing each other, so who is next down the list? And I'm sure you must be popular, right Louis?" The topic didn't come naturally to Albus, but it was new year, and so he thought it best to give it his all. Even if that meant taking part in the most inconsequential pieces of what other teenager's found relevant.

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“I meant as a society,” Dominique countered, but she agreed; Nox didn’t do that. He wore cynicism like armor, never caring to be anyone or anything other than himself. She appreciated it deeply, admired it, even. She’d always cared far too much for presentation and pretense. He regularly challenged her, perhaps without realizing, to shed some of those layers she’d built up over the years. It had been a rapid but gradual transformation, a metamorphosis still in progress that sometimes left her feeling out of place, but without the pressure of maintaining such a polished performance, she’d found she had more energy for other pursuits. She rather liked even some of the less-desirable things she’d rediscovered about herself in the process.

His comment about Ferrers gave her pause. She didn’t agree, but something about his tone warned her that starting this debate wouldn’t go well. She knew when to pick her battles with Nox. It didn’t seem that he was in a place to engage in their usual banter, though, by nature, the thread of their conversation led to a response she couldn’t resist. “Opinion or not,” she said, “Ferrers is propagandic. He’s obviously intelligent; he knows what he’s doing, presenting his skewed opinion as journalistic fact and a call-to-arms. It’s alarmist.” She had respect for Ferrers, and looked forward to writing him again. His ideas weren’t what perturbed her, but the way he presented them, trying to incite the public into discord, was troubling.

Dominique shared a similar distaste for the way this tribute was going, however, and was glad when Nox announced he’d be turning it off. But then the interference came. That voice– It was warm, inviting, confident in a way that made her blood run cold. She listened to the message, her body growing taut with discomfort, and slid from her seat to move across the aisle, sinking down next to Nox as the compartment door opened. She didn’t miss the way the voice seemed to enrapture him, even after the message ended. Dominique recalled what he’d said before–that if there was a resistance, a movement to break the boundary between Muggle life and theirs, that he would know it. He would be on board. The low tone emanating from the portable nauseated her.

Visibly shaken, she reached over to switch it off for him, too stunned to speak. Morrigan. She’d hijacked the radio signal to broadcast her own ‘message’ to the world, an obvious display of power. There were other channels, proper channels she could have used, if she’d wanted. No, this Morrigan person had gone this route just to prove that she could. Everyone in their world would be listening to this broadcast. Her methodology was just as deliberate as the message itself. Dominique’s mind momentarily hiccuped before it began to seek out possible connections, running through thoughts of the break-in at the Ministry of Magic, the Paris attack, the growing dissent in the Magical community. She didn’t say anything, drawing her hand back to clasp the other in her lap, fingers knotted anxiously together. She chanced a glance toward the door to see Dahlia LaCroix framed in the dim light.

It felt like the tone reverberated inside her still, even though she’d silenced it. She wished it would stop.

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