|Boarding (Alzbeta, Cath_K, Jed, or anyone)
||[Jul. 16th, 2004|07:49 pm]
Hogwarts RPG ~ 1858
Her father wasn’t quite clear as to how to get through the barrier but she had managed and even though she stumbled and dropped a bag, she recovered without a hitch and held her arm out for a smoky black owl to land on her arm.
“Good boy, Jinx, sorry about that,” she whispered to him, smiling and raising her eyebrows. He hooted in compliance and pecked gently at her neck, assuring her he was alright. “I think you have to go in your cage now, Jinx.” She pouted for him and moved to a wall, away from the crowds of people plowing their way to the train and claiming seats. She wanted on fast so she could claim an empty compartment herself.
With her back against the wall, she bent down and lowered Jinx into the cage and snapped it shut, apologizing for a few moments and stroking his feathery neck before she straightened. She stood just in time to see a girl slip through the barrier, followed by another girl and then meet up with a boy in a strangely shaped hat.
A loud tooting came from the train and it brought her attention back to finding an empty cabin for herself. She quickly forgot about the others around her and brought her luggage to the appropriate place and shuffled quickly on board with only a small bag hanging limply in her hand. The aisles on the train were packed with students scrambling into cabins with friends and as she pushed her way through, glancing briefly into cabins, she was lucky to find one at the end as the crowd dispersed and thinned out.
She slipped into it and grabbed a seat near the window and pulled her feet up under her and rested her bag in her lap, sighing and smirking at the window. She checked an old pocket watch attached to the bag in her lap.
“Nearly time to leave,” she whispered, leaning forward and watching people scramble about. She rested her chin on her fist and looked at the barrier, hoping, but not holding her breath, that her father would come through and see her off, but no one, except a few rushing first years and their mothers came jostling through. She had noticed owls, and cats being caged or trapped into baskets, a toad that had gotten away from his or her owner, and the girls she had seen earlier, making their way to the train.
She picked at her shoes dully.
A startling knock, rapid and hard came from the window and she jumped back in her seat before looking out it. And to her surprise was her father, smiling at her with an envelope and a package in his hands. She couldn’t help but smile back and fumble for the latch on the window. The train tooted again and steam rose into the air casing the platform in a rusty dirty, but satisfying, smell. Before the window, on his tip-toes was her father, a tall, lanky man with round thick glasses and a handsome face, showing only some signs of age. He had removed his bowler hat she adored and wasn’t aware of his black hair that was messy and oily, he must have dressed in a rush. But he smoothed it mechanically.
“Father, you made it,” she shocked herself and her father by leaning dangerously out the window and hugging him.
“I wouldn’t miss it. I knew you thought I wouldn’t be here, but I am. I’m here for you and I know I’m late so I wrote this in case I couldn’t say everything I wanted to before you left. But I am proud of you. No matter what your uncles say, I am proud.” He smiled delightfully at her, something she hadn’t seen in so long, perhaps ever.
“I know papa, I know,” her innocence came and she held in tears. She had waited so long for him to notice her and now that she was leaving, he had. She took the letter and the package from him and held it in her hand tightly, not wanting to lose it.
“Nyssa,” he took her chin in his hand, “I must get going but remember I love you, darling.”
“I love you too, papa,” she bent down again for a hug and was glad to be met by his. He kissed her forehead and waved as he made his way to the barrier and slipped through it. She sat back in her seat, shut the window and smiled, still holding the letter in her hand. “He’s proud of me.” She told herself, looking at the letter in her hand and desiring the company of others. She watched as people slowly emptied the platform and boarded the train as the final whistled sounded.