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Ilaria had found her compartment well before the train had started moving. She had parted ways with her younger brother at the platform, making sure he got on the train safely… which was more than could have been said for her parents. They had been too busy to attend the last going away of their youngest daughter to Hogwarts. Ilaria hadn’t expected anything different. 

She stared aimlessly out the window as the train began to move. Ilaria was alone, her face the epitome of calm, but just below the surface she was waging war with herself. It didn’t matter if she didn’t find the compartment. Ilaria didn’t care. She shouldn’t care. She was competition. She told herself this again, and again. And yet, her insides fluttered at the thought of seeing her again. 

The door swung open, and Ilaria felt as if her heart had almost stopped. The light hit Effie perfectly, framing her angelically in the doorway. Ilaria couldn’t help but let her eyes glance over her competitor. The summer had done nothing but make her more beautiful. Ilaria looked away. She had to. This was too much.

She nodded as Effie sat down, nearly smiling as she brought up Quidditch. “I spent most of it training with my sisters in Italy with my father’s team,” she said with another little nod, leaning forward so that she was eye to eye with the Gryffindor, “Oh, Ravenclaw will be on top of our game. The question is… will you? You mustn’t forget who won last year…”

she pushed her wild hair behind her shoulder in a false display of confidence - and maybe a bit of flirtiness her friends would say to her later as they mock her- eyes narrowing a bit at the obviously challenging tone rolling off the ravenclaw’s words.

“i always aim to entertain at least, so you can expect some classical gryffindor quidditch. and i have an eye on some untapped talent to make up from last years travesty. hufflepuff gave you an easy win” she ranted, spewing the same excuses she had been angrily muttering for most of the summer whenever the subject was brought up.

“only training? come on- i love quidditch as much as you do but it gets boring and tedious in the sun. i want to know what the great ravenclaw captain does for fun” she asked, her tone teasing to hide her genuine curiousity and fish for personal information.

effie was quick to read people and was one of the main rumour mills of the school but ilaria, she always evaded her. guarded expression and lack of hearsay was frustrating. a mystery wrapped in an enigma. that also kicked her ass in fifth year quidditch; perhaps that was the beginning of her inquisition and infatuation.

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“oh- well, take this one for later, then. i’ve plenty more in my trunk.” in fact, she’d made a little bottle for all her quidditch friends (she’d better give some to all the gryffindors, too, just to be safe). she’d also mixed some with epsom salts to keep in the hufflepuff bathrooms. last year’s had been nice, but there was a little more geranium oil in this year’s blend. 

honestly, at this point her trunk was more full of oils and homemade potions and hair dye and bottled herbs than it was of clothes and textbooks and school supplies.

she giggled at effie’s reaction to the misbehaving students. “all i know is that they’re lucky you’re not a prefect.” she would never say this out loud, but effie would make a terrible prefect. 

“how was your summer? ooh, did you get the package i sent you? i hope nothing was broken.” her face radiated anticipation, eagerly awaiting an answer. 

it had long been helen’s tradition to send her close friends care packages over the summers. the latest one to effie had included homemade bath fizzies, some broomstick handle polish, a necklace with a little golden snitch pendant and an e (helen had its match, a dittany blossom with an h), some snacks, and of course a long letter.

“thanks babe” she said, taking the little vial and slipping it in her robe’s pocket. “i’m pretty sure i was taken out of prefect running when i hit my second infraction in first year- breaking into filch’s office. or maybe it was that time i got caught making out in a compartment in third year- can’t remember” she rambled on, oblivious to the irony of her own reaction.

“it was ok; i was mostly bored but daddy took me to the quidditch world cup final! it was amazing. i lost my life savings in a bet with a shady bookie so i need this quidditch season to be nice on gryffindor so i can win it back. i can’t even be unethical against it, i can’t bet against myself. like, physically impossible”

effie smirked as she pulled the pendent out of her robes, showing it off as it hung on her thumb “everything was a-ok and i have the shiniest broom in scotland. i feel bad that you just got a letter and herbs from our garden in return- i wanted to buy you something but then we’re back at the bookie story” she frowned, true guilt ebbing at her. her irresponsibility affecting others bothered her much more than when it limited itself to just her

“what did you d this summer except from brewing the cure to all my bludgeon related bruises?” she asked, the golden snitch already forgotten in her short attention span as she leaned against the wall next to helen.

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Winifred let out a seemingly long held breath as she moved slowly down the corridor of the train. She had just got out of the meeting that the Head Girl and Boy had to attend and she was buying her time before she had to meet with the prefects. Her Head Boy had seemed to run off on their own, so she took her time heading over to the prefect’s carriage. 

The familiar hum of the surrounding students was nothing out of the ordinary for the train ride to Hogwarts, so Winifred wasn’t really paying attention to any of the specifics of what was happening around her. Her mind, like usual, seemed to be on another plane of existence. That’s why when she felt the impact on the back of her shoulder blades, she was almost literally jolted back to earth. 

She stumbled forward a bit, but was ultimately able to balance herself on a nearby doorframe. Winifred whipped her head around, annoyance prickling in her throat a bit from the near-tackle just performed on her. She wasn’t sure if she was surprised or not to see Effie Moss sitting on the ground before her, the obvious culprit. Winifred stood in shock for a few moments trying to comprehend the situation. She took a deep breath and reminded herself not to freak out, this was quite literally day one. 

“What’s happening? Is everything alright?” she asked, giving Effie a quick once-over to see if she was injured. She’d be lying if she said the girl didn’t intimidate her in the slightest bit, but she tried to keep her newfound Head Girl face on. 

“all right? things are definitely not alright” effie exclaimed as she scrambled getting herself off the ground, turning around and head snapping, trying to locate the snitch, being decent and apologizing clearly not a priority. 

“this was a unique piece, limited edition snitch signed by the french quidditch team seeker!” she lamented, voice pitching higher, eyes wide darting around the cabin, giving her the appearence of a demented prairie dog.

“i can’t believe it, something so precious that was one held by queen hortense paveau herself. my year is ruined; i’ll never know true joy aga-” she started dramatically complaining before her eyes caught the head girl badge on winnie’s robes.

“wait- you’re head girl this year?” she asked, eyes blazing “maybe you can help me; i’m thinking using your network of spies - aka your prefects- to start a communication plan; sure grabbing a snitch takes skill but if we can get everyone on it i think we can get it before we reach hogwarts. can you use your influence to bully second years into closing all windows and possible escape routes?” she continued enthusiastically, barely taking a breathing break.

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amandasavinon: brunchin’ bae

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“you say non-believer; i see realist. pot meet kettle” she replied with an eyeroll and a competely useless stare at her own nails as she took her seat in front of the blonde.

it seemed like destiny was acting right now, not even a half hour on the ride to hogwarts and running into a second captain. and maybe yes- she was a bit snappier than she usually would, but she didn’t handle well losing at exploding snap.

that and another kind of frustration perhaps- but athena didn’t really deserve the blunt of it she told herself. “fair enough though, your cat has a better probability of getting me than a slytherin beater with a homing-hexed bludgeon” 

she took a sip of her own pumkin juice, the one item that had originally drawn her to the buffet before being distracted by the blonde chaser. “and anyway, did you see the new keeper the harpies have for this year? puddlemore will barely be able to score a single point. neither will slytherin by the way” she added cheekily, already picturing herself at try-outs with world class level players.

11:33:56

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albert purred against athena’s chest as she fed him, still slightly angry at his playfully frustrating antics. she had not expected a morning of running around - she hated mornings of running around albert, period, which happened more than anticipated - but she could admit that spending time with him like this always calmed her thoughts, especially when she was lost in the ones that pulled her away from the chatter of her friends, the presence of loved ones. she chuckled at his audacity - the feline knew he was special to her, and loved to take advantage of it. like mother like son, perhaps?

a glass of pumpkin juice was placed on the table before her, and she took a sip as albert continued purring delightedly. it wouldn’t be nearly as this peaceful come next week; from newt schedules to quidditch try-outs, as well as coming up with strategies that would help them finally beat ravenclaw this year would be nothing short of consuming. athena knew she needed this, she knew she needed the calm and collected company - everything that she couldn’t call the company of her compartment, and yet she loved them both nevertheless.

it wasn’t as if she was anticipating more company - different company - at the very moment effie placed herself across her; it wasn’t as if she needed it, either, and the other captain could hardly be called calm. or collected. but she had enjoyed their little arguments over quidditch - she knew of effie’s slight adoration with her mother - and it never bothered to catch up with a fellow captain.

“some interesting company we’ve got here, albert!” she exclaimed playfully, “a non-believer of both the slytherin quidditch team and puddlemere united. perhaps you could scratch her for me, just a little bit?”

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“You can’t cancel Quidditch!”

Harry Potter | Prominent Events: Quidditch World Cup 

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11:00:13

just as the train begun to move- the startle of machinery resounding in the corridor, effie finally found her compartment. well not truly ‘her’ compartment but definitely the one she was looking for, and for purely selfish reasons- not that she’d admit that. sliding the door open she smirked from the entrance as she saw blue robes.

“i should have known you’d be the first here- thanks for saving me a seat” she said cheerily, moving to sit across from Ilaria, not even letting her time to answer as she dropped her bag next to her.

her eyes danced quickly over her competitors face- taking in small changes from the last school year, was that a slight tan?- before switching to a safer subject, and one she know could perhaps draw some emotion out of the stoïc ravenclaw. 

“summer seems to have agreed with you; but i hope you spent more time on a broom than on a beach- i’d be nicer if you proved to be a real challenge on the pitch this month” she smirked leaning on the table seperating them.

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fostouiliou:

her plan to check each compartment wasn’t working so far. she’d stumbled into more pda than she’d thought possible- then again, this was a train full of teenagers. maybe her phone would work enough to open the group text. the compartment number would be in there. 

but pulling out her phone distracted her from her surroundings. something knocked into her from behind, sending her phone flying, helen landing hard on her knees and the heels of her hands. she was more surprised than hurt- which was really saying something, since her left knee already had a bruise on it from…walking into a doorframe? a coffee table? she wasn’t actually sure what it was from (or when it happened). 

“ow-” she turned around to see who -or what- ran into her, and a broad smile lit up her face. “effie! i hoped i’d see you before classes started, though maybe not like this.” she picked up her phone, palms stinging, and hefted herself up. her knees were starting to ache now that she was standing.  

she looked her friend up and down, slightly concerned. “are you all right? here, i have an oil blend i made for bruises.” she still had her purse, not having been to her compartment yet. helen fished the little bottle out, holding it out to effie with a smile.

 effie blinked still confused and a bit stunned, eyes looking around for the fluttering and elusive snitch. it’s only the recognizable voice of her friend that helped her out of her frustrated seeker state “i- uh ...oh!” she exclaimed, ignore the voice in the back of her head reminding her how stupid she sounds right now.

“helen- hey!” she finally spoke out, eyes widening and smile blossoming, excitement “how are you- what’s up” she blurted out, pulling her friend gently by the arm closer to the wall.

“i appreciate the offer but considering where i fell it require me to strip right here and there. i’d like to wait until at least the first quidditch match of the year before i get an indecent exposure infraction” she winked, leaning against the door of a random compartment with it’s curtains drawn, before frowning when she heard what seems to be an intense makeout session taking place in there.

“dear god, i thought we learned the muffliatus charm in first year. and for this very reason- pipe down in there” she said, banging against the door, chuckling when the noise of apparent scrambling, a fall and a muffled ‘fuck’ reached her ears.

“any clue who those lovebirds are?” she ask with a wicked grin on her face, well aware they had a whole lot of gossip to catch up on and this was just the person she needed for that.

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Defense Against the Dark Arts

“Your defences… therefore most be as flexible and inventive as the arts you seek to undo.”

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11:23:06

“gallopin gorgons, merlin’s saggy left-”  she swore over and over under her breath as she raced down the thankfully nearly empty corridor of the hogwarts express, thankful that most studdent seemed to have found a compartment to sit in. she bobbed and weaved through the few that still loitered, eyes sharp for that glint of gold

guess this is karma for showing off, she thought as her pathetic train race continued. she had had settled in a compartment, showing some quidditch enthusiast fourth year the limited edition golden snitch she had brought back from the world cup final this summer, letting it flutter around; proud and gleaming.

the fun was cut short when a lost and clueless first year open the compartment’s door, letting the snitch do what it did best, take effie on a mad chase. but it proved to be much harder on foot than on a broom. getting closer to the small object, she focused harder, hand reaching out, not noticing the student facing away from her; the impact coming before the realization that she had slammed into them, and sending effie flat on her bum.

“ouch- dragon dung” she muttered, rubbing her soon-to-be-bruised tailbone, biting back yet another string of colorful swears as she saw the snitch fly in the opposite direction. dragging herself up with a sigh she looked at the poor victim of her senseless train chase.

“sorry there- you alright?” she asked with a worried frown, albeit distracted as she looked around for the winged ball.

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CHARACTER AESTHETIC: the astrophile.

“keep your eyes on the s t a r s, and your feet on the g r o u n d.“

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Harry Potter meme: one house - Gryffindor. “Gryffindor, where dwell the brave at heart!”