A Touch of Poison Seals My Fate. [Open]

[alesana]

A touch of poison seals my fate.
The dawn echoes the night with my glory...the sun himself honors me.

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Alesana hugged her parents good-bye. Her dad ruffled her hair as he smiled. Dennis just realized how grown up she was and soon she would be leaving their house to live on her own. Alice was still not big on this whole 'wizard school' thing but she was curious of if there really was this "Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry". Alesana kissed her parents cheeks on both sides and gave them one last squeeze before she went through the barrier.

Bast the barrier there were frantic adults running around saying good-byes and farewells. The young Montclair pulled her suitcase behind her along with other things through the crowd. Before stepping onto the train that was called the Hogwarts Express she gave one good look at it.

The train was huge and supper long. Alesana blinked and wondered if she should really go on the train. Was this what she wanted to do? If she went forward she would find out why she was so different from everyone else, if she went back she would never see this train again nor find out about herself. She took a minute or two to re-arrange her thoughts.

The whistle blew and she snapped out of it. She would take the Hogwarts Express and go to Hogwarts. Alesana Monteclair walked onto the train and began looking for somewhere to sit. She wanted to find an empty compartment sense she didn't know anyone and wasn't ready to go and jump in to make friends. Hopefully she would make friends but not at this very second.

Walking along the train as it moved she found an empty compartment. With a sigh of relief she walked in and put her trunk under the seat. The train ride, as she noticed when she sat down, was very bumpy. I think I should have stood up. This is quite rickety.

[/color] The Monteclair got over it as the train ride began to smooth out.

Alesana opened her tote bag and picked up her composition book and a pen. She began writing down what was going on. Her journal helped her organized her thoughts a bit. Put questions down and try to answer them. It was better than freaking out over nothing. As she wrote she hummed a song she knew and very much liked.[/font][/size][/blockquote]

[lottie]

Charlotte was already on the train. She was not really too happy about going to Trio's Hogwarts since she was nervous about the students and whether she'd get along with them. She'd have to suck it up and do it, though. Plus, maybe here she wouldn't get picked on and get some friends. It was all she could hope for.

Once her and her brother had had a lengthy chat, she decided she should change into her school uniform. They were supposed to change on the train, after all. With her blouse and skirt draped over her arm, she wandered through the compartments. Apparently, there was supposed to be a lavatory every fourth compartment or something along those lines.

Passing through one of the compartments, she saw a girl sitting by herself. However, she just kept walking, not really feeling up to talking to anyone right now other than Holland. In the bathroom, she changed out of her black leggings and tight gray t-shirt into the gray skirt and blouse. Glaring at herself in the mirror, she sighed. Stupid uniforms. She was used to it, though, because of her muggle private school uniform. At least this one fit properly. Tight, but not too tight. The skirt was still too short, in her opinion.

Remembering what her brother had said about skirts being short, she grimaced and left the bathroom, stuffing her muggle clothes into a messenger bag she would use for carrying all of her school books around in. It was black and had multiple pins on it. Hello Kitty, band names, funny sayings, those kinds of pins. Nearing the compartment that had the girl in it from before, she paused and bit her lip. If she wanted to make friends, shouldn't she try talking to people? Yeah, that made sense.

Sliding open the door, Charlotte looked at the girl, still sitting there with a notebook and pen. Taking a seat across from her, she gave the girl a small smile once she looked up and said, "Hey. Is this your first time going to the school, too?" The girl didn't look much older than her. Perhaps they'd get sorted into the same house and could be good friends. :] Who knows.

In the back of her head, Lottie wondered if Holland would mind that she wasn't coming back to the compartment right away. Oh well, he was probably off talking to people, as well. After all, he was supposed to be the less shy twin, wasn't he? Maybe this year, things would change and Lottie would become more confident. She hoped so, at least.

[alesana]

Alesana scribbled through her journal as the train continued its way to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Hopefully no one would read this journal. It would be terrible. Her darkest secrets and her daily life went into this thing. The young Monteclair hoped that she would be a journalist or a writer one day. Who knows.

"Hey. Is this your first time going to the school, too?"

At the voice she looked up to see a girl sitting across from her. When did this girl walk in. Alesana looked to the compartment door, it was closed. I need to start paying attention more. Monteclair looked back to the girl. "Yes, this is my first time going to...Hogwarts." It took her a while to remember the name, she wasn't used to this "magical" setting.

Alesana closed her journal and put it back in her tote bag. She couldn't write while the girl was there. If she did the girl would ask her what she was writing then Ale would get embarrassed and lie to the girl. She didn't want to start off with this conversation or new friendship with a lie. That wasn't a solid base to start a friendship on.

"My name is Alesana, [A-lee-zee-on-ah]" she smiled at the girl. Maybe a friendship would grow. They could be like...best buddies! Yeah best buddies! Stay up late! Tell secrets. Help each other. The fun stuff. The girl seemed alright so far. Alesana loved her eyes; she wished her eyes were green but no they had to be a hideous blue color like everyone else.

"Did you know you were going to be a witch?," she asked. Now she felt stupid that she asked. Maybe the girl wouldn't think she was meddling.

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