Making tracks!
Sep. 1st, 2012 01:36 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
alt_daphneI always wondered if the Prefect's car was different from the others on the Hogwarts Express! When I was younger I always fancied that it had massive plush seats that one could recline back and take a nap in, as well as piped-in music from the wireless, hot towels for refreshing one's complexion, and a full spread of tea and treats.
I'm sure the rest of you will be satisfied to know that it's just like any other car, though there is a little tea service set up, with tea, water, and some ordinary biscuits.
But we've all been moving through the cars to help the firsties. Draco and I have already had to hunt down an escaped rat (well, Draco hunted it down, while I tried to cheer the little girl up) and break up a quarrel between two boys. I hope this doesn't mean that the new firsties will be as tempestuous as last years!
King's Cross was more of a mad house than ever, wasn't it? Or maybe it just seemed that way because I, Astoria, and Queenie were all on our own. Mother and Father are still down in Brighton with Grandmother, and Miss Jessup had some kind of terrible stomach upset this morning (the noises from the loo were the stuff of nightmares, ugh!). Mr Krumgold had insisted on escorting the three of us, but then he was waylaid by an emergency floo call from the director he's working with (Christmas and holiday pantos already! I can't wait). So there I was, managing all our luggage, owl cages, and other odds and ends, while trying to keep Queenie nearby so she wouldn't get lost in the crowd.
(By the way, F-F, it's quite evident that you had a French upbringing now)
Well, somehow we managed, but I haven't managed to check on Queenie yet. Astoria, be a dear and see that she's allright, won't you?
I'm sure the rest of you will be satisfied to know that it's just like any other car, though there is a little tea service set up, with tea, water, and some ordinary biscuits.
But we've all been moving through the cars to help the firsties. Draco and I have already had to hunt down an escaped rat (well, Draco hunted it down, while I tried to cheer the little girl up) and break up a quarrel between two boys. I hope this doesn't mean that the new firsties will be as tempestuous as last years!
King's Cross was more of a mad house than ever, wasn't it? Or maybe it just seemed that way because I, Astoria, and Queenie were all on our own. Mother and Father are still down in Brighton with Grandmother, and Miss Jessup had some kind of terrible stomach upset this morning (the noises from the loo were the stuff of nightmares, ugh!). Mr Krumgold had insisted on escorting the three of us, but then he was waylaid by an emergency floo call from the director he's working with (Christmas and holiday pantos already! I can't wait). So there I was, managing all our luggage, owl cages, and other odds and ends, while trying to keep Queenie nearby so she wouldn't get lost in the crowd.
(By the way, F-F, it's quite evident that you had a French upbringing now)
Well, somehow we managed, but I haven't managed to check on Queenie yet. Astoria, be a dear and see that she's allright, won't you?
