Tell Myself Goodbye.

[amelia]

These words roll off my tongue like second nature.
But I'm far from my womb, and you know I'm far from you.

An eye mixed of gray and blue stared out amongst the many faces. Each one a blur; unimportant. She didn't wish to board the train just yet... and only her mother and Vladimir were there to see her off. Father was busy this day. Working too many hours... That factor was stubbornly ignored. He would write. Mother and Vlad too. Annoyance filled her eyes as Vlad muttered, "Cheater." Unlike before, she did not slap him across the head nor did she berate him. Just this once she would let him off safely. Even surrounded by so many beings, it felt so silent and lonely within their little bubble. That silence was broken as mother whispered, "Be safe, sweetheart. Write whenever you need to... You know we will write back." A sweet smile upturned her lips and little miss twinkle toes just had to smile in return. It must have been contagious for soon Vlad was smiling as well.

Before long the silence was back full scale and none knew what else could be said. Each had already spoken their farewells and good wishes. What more could there be? And just as Amelia was turning to go, Vlad grasped her hand with a small mischievous smile pressed on his lips. As though he knew something she did not. Something special. The eldest raised an eyebrow, curiosity swam in her blue-gray eye. The youngest released her hand and quickly bent over to retrieve a long box on the floor, one she had not noticed before now. He held it out to her expectantly and she readily took it. Just as she was about to shake it for any clues as to what was inside, he grasped her wrist with a small shout of, "No! Don't shake it!" This only peeked her curiosity so she abandoned attempting to gain clues and instead opened it slowly.

Immediately a grin upturned her lips and revealed pretty pearly whites. She looked insanely happy with whatever was inside the box. And just what was it? Why, a wonderful little puppy. More specifically, a wolf pup. One hand reached inside the box and lifted it up by it's scruff. The box clattered on the floor as she cradled it to her chest. A slight flash caught her eye and she lifted the tag slightly so as to read it. Engraved on the tag was but a few words and it caused laughter to bubble up inside her. It read--

Phantr Von Hagen.
Crazy Awesome Wolf Pup.
Owned by Amelia Von Hagen.
Please return if found or face her furious wrath.

Without any thought she handed Phantr off to her mother and pulled Vlad into a bone crushing hug. He spluttered and flailed, a dark splash of red on his cheeks. A choked cry escaped him and he renewed his efforts of escape. But Amelia still refused to release him so he may inhale oxygen, much like he did his food... Finally he scrounged up enough strength to pull away, stumbling backward and falling on the floor. His chest heaved as his lungs took in much needed air. When his body had taken in a sufficient amount of oxygen he glared at his older sister, golden hues narrowed into slits. She giggled full-heartedly while helping him back on to his feet.

"I apologize Vlad. It's just... Ah, screw it. Thanks little dude." He just scoffed and muttered, "Your welcome but don't you dare hug me like that again." Another small giggle on Amelia's part and she was alright again. A glance was spared in Phantr's direction and he was apparently trying to get very comfortable. Oh, tired little pup he is. She carefully took him from mother and cradled him in her arms. She could almost swear she heard Vlad mutter something along the lines of 'don't kill him'. A roll of her eyes and she was set. It was finally time to truly bid them farewell...

"I guess I'll see you guys whenever... Ciao." With that said and done she used one hand to grab the handle of her suitcase, starting off toward the train. It took longer to get on then it took to find an empty compartment. So much hustle and bustle. Some students seemed to know each other from prior experiences outside or something along those lines. No mind was paid to them. Instead she made herself comfy, holding Phantr securely to her chest. Later she would change into her robes. Right now she would much rather stare out the window and hold her new wolf pup.

[colleen]

Colleen grunted as she made her way through the thick crowd of people. She was making her way toward the Hogwarts train, located somewhere on Platform 9 ¾. Wherever that was. Had there ever been such a platform? No, Colleen was sure that there wasn’t. Hadn’t been. But she had never been on a train. What did she know? Colleen descended a small flight of step, nearly stumbling onto the ground. Her bag was so heavy. Never had she had to lug around something so much of a burden before. She couldn’t wait to get to Hogwarts, just so that she could unpack everything and settle down. Hopefully, Hogwarts would be that kind of place- a place to settle down at. She let out a sound. A sigh. Colleen could only guess what kind of idiot were probably walking around the school thinking that they were the greatest thing in the world. A god of some sort. Colleen almost smiled to herself. Not after she arrived. If Colleen didn’t present a scene when she stepped into the fine school, she would find a way to do so.

Her big brown eyes scanned the busy train station. Colleen paused for a moment, only to push an elderly couple out of her path and continue on her journey. Colleen gazed at the signs displaying the platforms. She was suddenly caught between platform nine and ten. Colleen frowned. What was this, some kind of joke? She smirked to herself. That’s exactly what the arrogant children at her school might have thought was a joke. Colleen scratched her head. What if al of this was some sort of prank. Colleen was never one to be too fond of the magic world. Actually, she had never put too much thought into it, but now that she had thought about it-could magic really exist or had some immature hoodlums played some sort of antic on her. Colleen shifted her eyes to platform nine and ten again. Tomfoolery got people nowhere. She turned slightly, expecting to see a student from her class emerge from one of the alleys and laugh at her. But it never happened. Colleen was about to turn away and just give up on the whole thing when she noticed a rather odd-looking family of four making their way toward her. Toward her? No. Beyond her.

“ Okay,children. Keep up. It’s your first year at this school, I know, but try and make the best of it. C’mon! Before we miss the train.”

Colleen might not have thought that there was anything out of ordinary here, except for the way that they were dressed. The speaker, the mother, was dressed as casual as ever, whereas the children were each dressed in long black cloaks with symbols of different colors. Just like the ones that she had bought. Colleen blinked for a moment and then slowly followed after the party. If she was ever going to get to the school, she might as well have been guided to it. Besides, staying at a school with probably a few snotty kids was definitely better than living at home practically by herself. Colleen waited for a moment. She could help but stiffen when the family said there goodbyes with pointless hugs and kisses. She impatiently switched her weight form foot to foot. Colleen was rarely impatient. She had never had such an affectionate guardian before, so it was a rather uncomfortable moment. When the long moment had finally passed Colleen –shocked- watched as the mother lead the children straight into the wall between platform nine and ten. She looked at her surroundings. Nothing had seemed out of ordinary. And no people seemed to notice the family of four mysteriously disappearing through the hard, brick wall. Colleen sighed. “My day just gets weirder and weirder…” She mumbled. And with that, she quickly charged for the wall.

Colleen emerged on the other side of the wall-dumbstruck. She was almost run over by a small boy with a trolley. Colleen scowled and was about to stick her foot out and trip him, when she noticed the great train in her view. With windows’ clear as air, and color so vivid, she couldn’t even dream of it. Colleen shook the feeling off and started toward the train. After about ten minutes of arguing, she let a strange man take her luggage-leaving her with a small, black bag- and she ascended the stairs, into the train. The inside was even more vivid and cozier than the outside. Colleen heard the toot of the train and quickly looked around for an empty seat. Luckily, she found the family of four when she did, or the train might have left her. Unfortunately, Colleen didn’t found an individual compartment all for herself, but she did find one with a lone girl sitting in it. She shrugged, figuring that it was probably the best she would do for the moment. Colleen slid open the door and noticed a fury ball in her lap. She leaned her head to one side- blonde hair falling into her face. Colleen glanced up at the girls face. She had blue-gray eyes, but who cared about eye color when you need a seat, right? Colleen tossed the black bag onto the seat across from the girl.

“Can I sit here?” She said, like it was optional, and not even bothering to wait for her reply. Colleen plopped down into the seat, next to her bag. Thanks, she thought as if the girl could hear. Her gaze shifted from the girl toward the window and she suddenly wondered what Hogwarts was like…

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[amelia]

So when do I come back to you?
Was this already written or have I fallen so far:
I can't tell the light from the dark.

And here she was. Just minding her own business when some blond chick walked in. The question came about but no amount of time was given to answer as the girl took a seat anyhow. Amelia frowned and suck down in her seat slightly, putting her lips to Phantr's furry ear. "She's a meanie huh?" She felt Phantr nod slightly at her question and she smiled into the concealing fur of his ear, where the other could not see it. The smile immediately disappeared however when she brought her head back up. The 'blond chick', Amelia dubbed her, was just staring out the window. She almost looked harmless. Now if only she hadn't been so rude. It was encouraging little miss twinkle toes temper and that was never a good thing.

Yet, she reasoned, as long as it was encouraged no further an outburst on her part would not become a part of this ride. Said ride felt as though it was increasing in length just by staring at the 'blond chick'. No doubt this was going to be a looong ride. And just when she thought this was going to be fun too! She kept her face carefully blank; practiced to perfection. Vladimir had always poked fun at that. Saying how it was naturally impossible to keep ones facial muscles so still. And she swore that one day she would teach the young ling just how to go about it or maybe he'll pick it up from father, just as she had. That would be more reasonable than having her do it. She definitely failed in the teaching compartment.

Un... The little runt would probably be calling her Cheater right now within the contours of his mind, hoping she would somehow hear it. Then mother would smack him across the head and tell him to stop thinking mean things about his sister because he would no doubt be smiling maniacally. Yep. And so was her life. That worked for a while... And just what was she working on? Why, ignoring the blond chick that decided she didn't have to ask but she would anyway and then just sit down. Humph. Who does she think she is? No, no. Bad Amelia. Calm down. Remember what mother said? Don't abuse your temper. She took a deep breath and released it, sinking a bit further into the chair. Phantr seemed to notice her plight and nudged her chest.

The Von Hagen immediately looked down, her dark hair creating a curtain to block both herself and her wolf pup. She winked and stuck out her tongue slightly as to say she was perfectly alright. The thoughts calmed her slightly along with Phantr. She could already tell he would be the perfect little companion! Now than, what should we do with miss meanie pants? Un. She wasn't supposed to get in any trouble yet so messing with miss meanie pants would be a bad idea. Plus miss meanie pants might actually have a few tricks up her sleeve. And yes. The blond chick now had two nicknames. One just showed off her first impression more than the other. 'Twas to be expected where Amelia was concerned.

At least miss meanie pants wasn't saying anything to her. Oohh, maybe I should ask what her name is! That sure sounded like a grand idea. After all, how many smart comments can you get when just asking for a name? So this one didn't sound all that bad. A splendid idea! Grand... splendid... Bleh. They're all the same. With that thought in mind, she shifted slightly in her seat so as to lean forward. Outward appearance wise, she seemed completely uninterested. Blank. Inward appearance wise, she was very much intrigued. If not bored out of her mind and wanting something to do. Since miss meanie pants was the only one around besides Phantr, she would have to talk to her... or herself. Herself actually looked as though it would be the nicer of the two. Ah well. Bugger that!

"What's your name miss mea- person." And so the question was asked with the little mishap of almost uttering the blond chick's new unannounced nickname. Amelia didn't think she'd take too well to the new nickname at all so speaking it was completely out of bounds. Nope. Thou shalt not speaketh the rising nickname of the blondeth chick. Yeah, and that's an oath right thurr. And she can't break an oath. Psshaw!

[colleen]

People? Yes. What were the people like? Colleen grimaced. She could only guess. There would probably be snotty little kids who thought they were all that and a bag of chips. There were probably giggly little school girls who were obnoxious as ever. Maybe even little emo kids who would rather be left alone than talk to someone like Colleen. Colleen watched the trees go by-some fully green, others decaying and dead. Such a Kodak moment. Colleen urged to sprang up, tear the black bag open, and reveal the silver little digital camera from its sanctuary. And , had she not been to lazy, she surely would have. Boy, the looks that the girl across from her might have given her after that. It only made Colleen smile. Well, attempt to anyway. Speaking of looks…

Colleen turned her body to take notice of the girls’ watchful eyes. She had been watching Colleen for the past moment, like there was something to be afraid of. Oh, wasn’t there? Colleen, once again, smiled her evil smile. Be afraid, she thought. The peculiar girl ducked behind the creatures’ ear and murmured something to it. Something about Colleen undoubtedly. Oh my. She hadn’t been at Hogwarts at all, and she was already making herself known. Colleen leaned back in the seat and sighed. Silence. What an enjoyable ride. Nothing but silence and the look of- what seemed like-fear from the girl across from her. Colleen adjusted the dark polka-dotted tank that she was wearing and glanced back at the girl, who was still watching her. Colleen leaned forward and let her eyes bore back into the girls’. It was almost as if Colleen was trying to send a message to her. Or maybe she was just being herself. Typical. Colleen-still glaring at the girl-smiled. But it wasn’t just a smile. It was of her malicious smiles. After a few moments, the girl had ducked behind her hair, shielding her and her pet from Colleen. Colleen raised a blonde eyebrow. From her point of view, it looked as if the girl was talking to herself. Or was it the animal? Colleen sighed. Pitiful. But what did she care? She needed no one to talk to. Especially, not an animal. Or some girl for that matter. Colleen blinked and beamed out of the window once more. Now, there wasn’t anything but a wide clearing. No trees. No animals. Just dead grass. It wasn’t such a Kodak moment anymore. Colleen, a little disappointed, let out a small sigh.

Colleen eyed her black bag and grabbed the strap. She unzipped it and shuffled a few things around inside. Colleen had been in such a rush to leave her home, she had thrown any old thing into the black bag. Most of her more valuable things were in her bigger bag though. Colleen didn’t have many. She shuffled around in the bag some more, before she spotted her silver digital camera. Temptation was still arising when she snatched it out and pressed and held the on button. The camera was just about the size of her hand. It was shiny with a wide screen on the back of it. Colleen remembered the first time that she had gotten the camera. She had used the money that she had saved up from working to buy something for herself. It was probably her most prized possession. Colleen found herself soon at the pictures that she had already taken. Flowers. Abandoned Houses. Funerals. Kids playing in the park. Lakes. You name it- it was there. Pictures. Pictures of everything…but her. Colleen mainly focused on the beauty of her natural surroundings, and not on herself when she was taking pictures, however, when she stepped in front of a mirror that was a whole different story. Colleen paused at a picture of a sunset. It was probably the last sunset that she would see of her home in a long, long time. Colleen was almost giving the picture a heart-warming smile. That is, until the girl across from her spoke.

Frowning, Colleen looked up. She could hear-could see-that the girl was begging to call her something else. Colleen did not answer for a moment. She just looked back down at the picture. She held the off button for a few seconds and placed it carefully back into her bag. With a sigh, she murmured, “ Colleen.” There was no need for a last name. There was barely a need for a first name. And she certainly wasn’t trying to be stalked by this girl. A flash of thrill lingered in Colleen’s eyes for a moment. How exciting it would be to have a stalker. Actually annoying by the awkward silence, Colleen said, “Who are you?” it may not have been as polite as, ‘What’s your name miss mea-person?’ or ‘Excuse me, what is your name?’ but it was definitely a start.

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[amelia]

Sorry for the delay.

I thought you had me forever.
But I'm sure you thought the same about me.
And I'm sorry, so sorry.

The Von Hagen watched with interest as the blond chick pulled out a camera, cocking her head to the side. She does photography...? Neat-o! Little miss twinkle toes had always been fond of photography - the cameras just drew her attention and then she wanted to take a shot at practically everything. Fun times, fun times. Curious eyes were still focused on the camera even as she started to place it back where it had come from. Her voice was what brought Amelia's attention back to her rather than the bag. It amazed her that the girlie actually answered her question - Colleen. Never before had she met someone with that name... or maybe she had, a long time ago, but she couldn't remember that so it didn't matter.

Surprise wasn't the main emotion when asked for her own name, rather it was expectancy. Usually when someone asked another for their name, they wanted a name in return. Simple. For a couple slow moments, Amelia was silent. Her finger lightly tapped her chin while her other fingers played with Phantr's lovely fur. She was thinking of how many answers she could give to the question - Who are you? Quite a few were crossed out merely because they included things she did not wish the other girl to know of. Mentally she sighed, deciding the best course of action would be to give her name. No need to irritate someone she just met.

"Amelia." And she left it at that, though she felt as though she should have given her last name merely because she enjoyed saying it. Alas, that was a lost cause. She didn't quite feeling like saying anything more so instead leaned back further into her seat and took up stroking Phantr's fur once again. He seemed perfectly content and at ease with the atmosphere. She almost envied the small pup that could be so care-free and didn't have to worry about the things she did... but she wouldn't. For envy, while an awesome word, ate at your insides. She'd much rather just appreciate Phantr's presence than be eaten alive by envy.

So many people in this world envied others for what they had. Whether it be wealth, appearance, intelligence, etc. The many comparisons that could be made and become the source of envy. Everyone felt envy at some point, even if they denied such a thing. It could be their own little secret envy, hidden within the contours of their mind and never to be discovered by those around them. It sounded... depressing. Saddening. So of course it bother her to a point. She didn't enjoy being around or talking of depressed things or people. Nnn. It upset her at most times. Mentally Amelia frowned, displeased with her line of thought. Think less depressing - more happy. Everything 'twas safer that way - sorta. Hopefully. The bad, depressing, scary stuff would have to wait until Halloween came! Mm-hmm.