Helloooo Howarts

[Annabelle Delacord]

Annabelle skipped onto the platform and glanced back. She was more then ready to leave home and head back to the castle after summer break. Being home was hard with her. After any real amount of time she was reminded of why she loved Hogwarts so much. Friends..well no...family. She shook her thoughts away and let herself be distracted by the buzz of students around her. Obviously she was not the only one eager to return to the castle, and this realization made her feel better.

She pushed gently through the crowd fluttering in her gentle warm voice with scattered apologies and utterances "Oh ouch sorry" "Sorry didn't see you" "excuse me please"...finally it was her turn to step up onto the train and she sauntered down the length of the train peeking around for an open compartment stumbling over some kids luggage she thudded to the floor with an "oof" and she glanced up at the girl "Sorry dear" she slowly got up on her hands and knees crawling into the nearest compartment.

"Oh hiya" she chimed when she spotted the boy, it was as close to empty as she found thus far so she figured it couldn't hurt "Mind If I join you, seems I am a bit late...the train is rather filled up" her usual mile wide warm smile danced across her features then and she fiddled gently with the flap of her shoulder bag glancing back at her trunk, feeling as if it was in other peoples way but not wanting to bring it into the compartment without an a o.k from the kid, for all she knew the seats could have been saved.

[Reginald Lancelot]

"Yes, mum, I'll write you as soon as I get there," said Reginald, trying to pull away from his mother as she attempted to give him another kiss on the cheek. Her eyes glistened with unshed tears, and Reggie found himself wishing that she would just wipe them away already. He loved his mummy very much, yes, but not when she was sobbing all over him. Made him feel less manly. The little redhaired boy continued to give hugs to his rather large family. More than one of his siblings ruffled his hair, but he ignored it. He was used to it, and it wasn't like people were going to care much. His hair was never exactly neat in thge first place. "Love you guys. See you next, erm, holiday!"

Reggie quickly made his way through the crowd and past the brick barrier basically unnoticed. The only thing drawing attention to him was his hair, his sorta big trunk, and the barn owl that was perched in a cage. It kept giving rather obnoxious hoots at the most innapropriate times, which he supposed was why his older sister Gwen had given it the name "Twat". Because it was an obnoxious, annoying twat. Much like Reggie. Anyway, he made it through the barrier, blahblahblah, and onto Platform Nine and Three Quarters. Because that's where all the cool kids were. And Reggie was a cool kid.

It was rather early (his mum insisted that he be about half an hour early, as to not miss the train), so it wasn't difficult to find an empty compartment. None of his friends from last year seemed to have arrived yet, which he should have suspected, but he had hoped he was wrong about. Humming and giving a random hop (in which he proceeded to touch his feet together in a musical-esque fashion), he entered the nearest compartment and put his trunks up and stuffz. Reggie took a magazine out of his bookbag -- some random history magazine his dad had packed for him -- and proceeded to read. It wasn't the most interesting thing ever, but it helped to pass the time.

Suddenly, things began to pick up; this was apparent with the arrival of some random girl who looked to be maybe a little older than him. "Nope, it's fiiine, yo." For some reason, when he met someone new, he tended to send out random gangster words. Such as yo. Oh and ending things with izzle tended to happen, too. "Just sit right here-izzle, no worries, homeslice." A slight flush rose up his cheeks, but he wore it proudly. Mostly because there was no reason for him to get all huffy about it, because that would only make the color more pronounced. Reggie, trying to make himself sound less like a gangstah freak wannabe, said, "Sorry. My name is Reggie."

[Annabelle Delacord]

She sighed with relief turning to tug her trunk in behind her. Gah! Why did she have to be such a pack rat? She was sure she didn't actually need half this crapola. She was one of those people who paced things because there was a smidgen of a chance she may want or need it randomly some day. She slid her trunk under the seat kicking it for good measure "Behave" she paused trying to work up somewhat of an intimidation factor "or else" she glared at it for a few more moments and then twirled facing the boy "Thanks a bundle"

she plopped down gently into the seat across from him in the compartment glancing out the window for a moment and then back at him. She couldn't help but giggle when she took notice of his wording and his reddening cheeks. Not laughing at him...no far from, she however found amusement in little things like this. She spent her waking hours breathing or laughing...that simple. However her giggle subsided a warm smile playing at the corner of her lips "Oh" she chimed "Nice to meet you, Reggie" her tone was sincere and enthusiastic "I'm Annabelle, but call me as you wish I have a trazillion nick names" she nodded her blue eyes gleaming.

Her feet swung back and forth and she glanced down at the seat. Gah, she could never be still for too long. She swore she had the attention span on a gnat sometimes...her eyes shifted to his face noticing now he was a tad younger then she. Curiosity got the best of her, as per usual "What year are you?" she hoped he didn't think her an obnoxiously nosey posey or anything of that sort. Then another question springed into mind and like word vomit it erupted from her pale lips "What house are you in?" gah she sounded like she was interviewing him or interrogating him. She bit down gently on her lip to stop herself from asking him anything more at the moment...

[Reginald Lancelot]

Reggie gave a rather childish giggle (mainly because he's still a child) as the girl spoke to her trunk. Yeah, it better behave, or he might have to karate chop it like a ninja turtle ... Awww, he really wanted to go home and watch cartoons. Glancing at his watch, he realized that Pokemon was coming on. Dammit. Oh well. His mum would hopefully Tivo it for him and he could watch it when he went home for the holidays. "Nooo problem-o. I don't have anyone sitting with me anyway so it's okayyy," said Reggie sincerely. He was a sincere little redhead, yessir.

"Annabelle, huh? Makes me think of a reindeer," he said, his voice and mind innocent. He meant no offense by it, just made him think of a reindeer or something. "I think I shall call you Anna-izzle. Spice up yo name, ya dig?" Oh, shizzle, the gangstahness again. It just came naturally, what with the hair and all. Because everyone knows that redheads are secret gangstahs. "And you can call me Reggie-izzle, because we cool like that, yo." Reggie made a random peace sign at his chest. That's what gangsters did, right? Nope, that's what gangstahs did. And gangstahs were infinitely cooler.

"Meee? I'm a second yearrr. Tiny, I know, but mighty." ... He could also be cheesy. Dunno, he was an odd mixture of things, which was probably why his siblings teased him a lot. He was a lot different than him, at least that's what they said. "What about youuu? You look a little older, so please don't beat me uppp. I have so much to live for." Reggie wiped a fake tear from his eye, although deep down there was still the irrational fear of her beating him up. "Hufflepuff pride, yooo!" he randomly shouted when she asked what House he was in. For some reason, all of Salina's characters tended to hold extreme favoritism towards their House. ANYWAY. "You better be a Hufflepuff, too ... or you are infinitely less cooler than me."

[Annabelle Delacord]

She quirked an eyebrow with a light chuckle "reindeer eh?" Hmm. Odd. Sadly when she thought of her name she thought of a bell, and one of those ever so annoying school bells from her muggle schooling days. Ickle. "As you wish" she chimed wishing she was capable of glaring at herself for how silly she sounded, what was she some genie now? She huffed gently at her bangs as they rebelled against her flailing into her line of view, perhaps her madre was rightyoo and she did need a haircut. Bah humbug. She wasn't sure why exactly buts he had trust issues when it came to strangers and large pairs of scissors. Oh drats she'd let her mind wander yet again. Grrr rawr. What ahd they been talking about. Ah yes! "I kind of like the sound of that" she smiled and then took a minute to say his name in a couple different tones and styles just to get use to it, sure that she sounded silly but ah well. She bit down gently on her lip to gag back the giggles bubbling in her in reaction to his peace sign gesture.

She smiled "Tiny & Mighty? Hm I will have to remember that about ya, be sure to never get on your bad side" she mused, not a tinge of mockery in her tone whatsoever. Mainly because she wasn't mocking him. Sarcasm was far from being her forte. "I'm not much older then you, I'm a third year" she nodded and then laughed "If you knew me, you'd know that I couldn't hurt a fly nonetheless some kiddo" she smiled. Well of course he didn't know her. That was besides the point. "I am a Hufflepuff-freakazoid as well" she nodded with a smile playing at the corner of her lips. As though her darling creator held a strong bias and love for Ravenclaws she allowed herself to venture in making characters in every house =D

[aaaand two years later I replied =P Sowwies]