we could be heroes. [holly]

[lottie]

Going to a new school full of hundreds upon hundreds of students. How exciting. Not. Charlotte was feeling extremely nervous and anxious. In her private school in Brighton, the kids weren't the nicest to her because of her hair and the way she dressed out of uniform. What if the kids in this school were the same?

She frowned and sighed, glancing around at all of the students boarding the train. Her parents, Nicholas and Jemma, were here with her, seeing her off to school. But they weren't here to just see her off to school, they were also saying goodbye to her twin brother, Holland. She gave the three of them a tiny smile, her nerves probably showing all over her face. At least she'd have Holland. If she had him, she thought she could probably manage. Plus, she could always e-mail all of her friends back home.

With a farewell kiss on the cheek to her mum and dad, she boarded the train after her brother, walking through the filled compartments until they found an empty one. She put her luggage on the ground, not strong enough to lift it into the upper compartments. By the window, she looked out at her parents and gave them a final wave before turning around in her seat to face Holland.

Crossing her arms over her chest and slumping down in her seat, she pouted and grumbled, "I don't wanna go."

[holly]

New school. New people. Holland was stoked, unlike his twin sister. He'd been looking forward to this for a while now, and had his things packed the day that their letters arrived, even though he did feel sad to be leaving all his friends behind. He could still write them and everything, but there was that tiny feeling that he wouldn't fit in at this new school, and he'd be a loner. Kind of like Charlotte. Even though it sounds mean, it was sort of true.

He had always been the more outgoing one out of the two, whereas she never seemed to actually fit in at their muggle private school. She claimed it was because of the way she looked, which he disagreed with. She looked like him, if not better, and he got along just dandy. Hn.

Standing on his tip-toes, he kissed his mother on the cheek and waved goodbye to his dad, then set off through the crowd of students towards the train. He moved down the corridor searching for an empty compartment, once they found one, he slipped inside and lifted his things up into the upper compartment. Follwoing Lottie's lead, he waved out the window at their parents, then sank into his seat.

Holland wrinkled up his nose at his sister, pulling his legs onto the seat so he sat Indian style. "Why not? They're not going to eat you, Lulu," he said, brushing his dark dyed hair from his eyes.

[lottie]

Charlotte looked at her brother intently, saying with a completely serious [and grumpy] expression, "How do you know? I heard that some of the students are vampires and werewolves. They might eat me." Then she couldn't help but giggle a little. Her own grumpiness amused her. Plus, she knew that they had themselves under control or whatever, so there was no chance of her getting bitten by them.

Thinking about his question of why she didn't want to go to the school, she took awhile to answer. Finally, she said, "'Cause everyone will pick on me like before." Glaring at her brother for a moment, she said, "You won't get picked on because you're a boy. There's always less boys in a school than girls. So there are all these desperate girls wanting boyfriends. I bet you'll have a hundred dates in the first month."

Looking away from her brother, she sighed. She didn't mean to snap at him; she was just very stressed and worried. Plus, she was probably PMSing. :[ Taking a deep breath, she looked back up at Holland. Her bestest friend in the entire world. Offering him a little smile, she made puppy eyes and said, "Sowwy for snapping at you, Holly. I'm just anxious."

Sighing, she looked out the window. The landscape was going by in a blur. Grabbing one of her suitcases, she opened it up and took out the school uniform. She narrowed her eyes at it and laid it out next to her. They were supposed to change during the train ride, so she didn't want to forget. Rolling her eyes a bit, she grumbled, "How come every school we go to, there's a mandatory uniform policy? It sucks. The skirts are too short and I like leggings and skinny jeans and my clothes so much better."

[holly]

Holland was used to his sister snapping at him and her much loved sarcasm, and so he let out a small giggle. Yes, like the werewolves and vampires were going to eat her. She was too skinny, not enough meat on her bones. Little Lottie was like a teeny tiny toothpick. Awwh. Besides, he thought it would be pretty spiffy to meet either, but he certainly didn't want to get eaten by them. Oh no siree bob, I think not.

Shaking his head slightly he waited for her to go on before he said anything, and when she did, he returned her glare with a pleasant smile. He couldn't but giggle at her last comment, biting his bottom lip to keep the laughter from spilling out. Like that was going to happen, he's Holland for God's sake.

The boy shrugged his shoulders slightly, "It's okay, I get it. And no one is going to pick on you, because if they do, I'll beat them with a wet noodle," he added with a crooked smile, tilting his head to the side. Which, he'd stay true to his word, because he was the big brother and that's what he does; even if it was only by less than two minutes.

With the sudden quiet, Holland leaned his head against the compartment wall, his dark green eyes watching as the scenery went by. It was very pretty, and if the train was going slower he'd probably attempt to draw some of it. He wondered if there'd be anything good to draw at the school. He was sure there would be, if not, he'd just draw Lottie or his ferret, Renaldo, like he always did.

At Charlotte's sudden movement, his eyes traveled to her as she pulled out her uniform. Wrinkling his nose he shrugged again, "Bah. Uniforms are lameeee," he said, his tone sounding slightly disgusted, and to add to it it stuck his tongue out. "Well... I don't think the skirts are too short. For you maybe..." Holland giggled, he didn't normally say stuff like that, like, ever. Only to Lottie. :]

"Yupp, I wanna wear my normal clothes too. Do you think we can wear our own shoes?" he asked, sticking his legs out, looking at his favourite pair of old and torn up black and purple Vans.

[lottie]

Hey, she's not always sarcastic and grumpy. Just today and some other days in her life. Normally she's very happy and hyper, so there. That's true. The werewolves and vampires wouldn't get much nutrition if they ate her. Lots of bones. Gross. Little Lottie and Huge Holly. 'Cause Holland is fat. :] Bwaaha. Maybe if they did meet some werewolves and vampires, they'd be like Edward and Jacob. How cool would that be? Super cool.

Lottie wondered why Holland was giggling so much. Oh well, it just amused her and made her giggle as well. It was impossible for her to get mad at her brother. Unless he did something really bad, but she doubted he'd ever do anything to hurt her. After all, they were bestest friends and he was protective of her.

Giggling, Charlotte looked at her brother. She shook her red head back and forth a bit, wondering why Holland was always threatening to beat people with wet noodles. Although, she had to admit, wet noodles hurt pretty bad when they had a lot of force put behind them. Ouch. Ut was funny to her to imagine Holland beating someone with a wet noodle though, and she was very glad to have him as a protective older brother [by one minute and eight seconds.]

Nodding her head, she looked over at the uniform once more. A white blouse with the school crest and a gray skirt. Apparently, once they got to the school, they'd get sorted into one of the five houses and get a tie with their house colours and also a house crest. Bleh. So much uniform stuff. Hopefully she didn't have to wear dress shoes and high socks. Ew.

Wrinkling her nose at her brother, she gave him a disgusted face. She didn't exactly want to hear him saying he liked the skirts short. That just made her grossed out. Bleh. She didn't even want to imagine him checking out a girl. For some reason, it was just wrong. There was no need for her to see her own twin all... y'know... interested.

Shrugging, she said, "Well, I dunnuh. I don't think it said anywhere that we have to wear any type of shoes. So hopefully. I don't want to wear anything but my converse, vans, and flats." She nodded her head, then blinked at her brother and said, "What house do you think we'll be in? Ohmygawsh. What if we don't even get into the same house! I'll die."