On the Train... to Hogwarts

[Shawn]

Shawn's eye twitched and he marched out of the compartment. He came back two minutes later with a look of betrayl on his face and sat down defiantly. He was still in his Birdhouse t-shirt and ripped up blue jeans.

[Fayah Tirina]

{look of betrayal? wt-freak?}

Fayah just gave him a questioning glance, but continued to stare out the window, at the falling rain.

{now, i'm getting bored.}

[Shawn]

(Never give me a theasurus...)

Shawn looked at Fayah and said,"My uniform is in Syria and now I don't have a way to get it. To answer your question."

(me too...)

[Fayah Tirina]

"Syria?"

[Shawn]

"Yep, I tried snapping my fingers to change but sent my uniform to Syria."

[Fayah Tirina]

Fayah gave him a quizziacal look, but snapped her fingers 3 times.  And his uniform appeared.  "Your welcome, but I still don't get how you got it to Syria.  Well, actually now that I think about it.... nevermind."

[Shawn]

Shawn picked up his uniform and threw it in his trunk."Forget that."

[Fayah Tirina]

"Forget... what?"

[Shawn]

Shawn smacked his hand against his forehead."Nevermind."

[Fayah Tirina]

Fayah muttered something in Catonese.

{{That put 'hand to head' sounds like something my friend's teacher does.  Her 'Sorry Dance'.. which is really scary.}}

[Shawn]

(SCARY.... :o)

Shawn pulled out his drawing pad and continued to draw.

[Fayah Tirina]

{{ok, now I don't know what to say......}}

Fayah started humming one of her favorite songs.

[_Lavender_]

"Maybe not a way you had expected, anyway.." came a weary, soft voice from the doorway, tones quiet in sound, but bold and strong beneath.

Lavender appeared as she rounded the corner, her hyper-sensitive ears catching the voices of her employers from quite a ways away. She seemed as if she was talking to herself, finishing off a rather weathering conversation, but in one were to look with a closer eye, her aura was pulsating with another's responses.
An extremely heavy stone of swirling greens followed her, hovering in midair in her wake, though drooping slightly, for Lavender was utterly exhausted, and her magics were tiring in the moment. It was not an orb, though it resembled such in many ways. Only she knew of what it truly was.

She wore loose, but hugging faded jeans, Egyptian-like, diamond imprinted sandals, and a simple black tank, her raven hair pulled up, and out of the way. A casual, normal look of Lavender, except for the shoes. She had been, all summer, working frantically before a very formal audience - she had forgotten to change her shoes. Her many-shaded green eyes noticed this after a few moments, and the shoes were in a flicker replaced by simple sneakers.

Lavender leaned against the wall, and sighed, her shoulders weighed with an invisible burden, but shaken off as she noted the people in the compartment. She offered a smile, her mood light, for it was raining. Storms seemed to bring out the best moods in her. Perhaps because it was usually her emotions that caused them here...
She fixed her gaze upon the girl, and smiled ever so slightly.
"Welcome to the Hogwarts Express," said she, winking. "A very interesting year awaits you."
Her eyes flickered over to Shawn, and she smiled once more.
"And Shawn, welcome back."

[Shawn]

"Hello Lavender. How was your summer?"He smiled at her.

[_Lavender_]

"Ah... Horrible, horrible. But it always is. No matter. I am returning home now..." she returned in soft tones.

Lavender had no home. Other than Hogwarts. Her schedule during the summer was more hectic than it was during the school year. And only those whom knew what she worked through during the school year, knew how horrible that was.
Lavender smiled, used to the workload, and crossed her arms across her chest, still leaning against the doorway - casual.

"And yours?"