The Glass isn't Half-Empty this Time [Open/ Adv]

[kennedy]

Look how pretty she is...
...when she falls down.

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Kennedy sighed quietly to himself as his mother went over some rules. Why does she keep going over these rules? I know them all by heart. God.

[/i] Tracy Graves always had to remind her son that he had to be in Slytherin like the rest of the Graves family and not to accosiate with Muggle-borns or anything like that. His brown eyes stared at the sign with a train on it with golden letters over it stating: Platform 9 3/4

"Are you listening to me Kennedy Michael?," his mother snapped and hit him in the head. Tracy usually did smack her only son in the head when he wasn't paying attention to her. Kenney usually thought to himself that she was attention hungry but he would never say that outloud. His mother hit pretty hard.

Kennedy looked back to his mum and widen his eyes a bit. "Yes Mum I am. You've told me these rules this morning when I was packing. When you and me apparated here. Then just now. You've told me these rules all my life and I know them all. Just stop telling me. It's annoying," he said.

Another wack went against Kennedy's head by the movement of his mother's hand. "Don't you dare talk back to me. If your father was here he'd more than hit you in the head." She sighed herself and put her arms around her son. Tracy Graves kissed him on the head over and over.

Grandmother Porcelian seemed to own every porcelian doll in the world. Kennedy personally was terrified of them. They always seemed to move their heads when you walked away from them. At the thought of a porcelian staring at his every move made him shiver in his mother's arms. The whistle of the train blew which ended the hug between mother and son.

"Remember what I said Kennedy Michael." She gave him a stern look and another kiss on the head. If Kennedy got a penny for every kiss his mother gave him today he would be at least somewhat rich. It depended if he would be getting paid in knuts, sickles, or galleons.

"I remember Mum. Calm down. Breathe. Write me if anything." Knowing his mother Tracy would be writing more than he could in two minutes. Kennedy bent down to kiss his mum's cheek. "Bye-bye", he said to Tracy Graves and walked toward the train.

When he found an empty compartment he looked out the window to see his mum. She was already gone. Peace at last. Kennedy sat down on a red cushioned seat. He picked his legs up and sat them on the seat across from him. His hand fiddled through his mail bag as he picked up Twilight. Twilight was a Muggle book by a Muggle author.

Kennedy enjoyed the series by Stephanie Meyer. How she knew of werewolves and vampires astounded him. The book was a lovely teenage romance novel. Vampire and a human in love. Cute. It made Kennedy smile when he was alone. The feeling of them together made him feel gushy inside. Of course Tracy Graves didn't know her son had purchaged the book at all and read the book by night.

Even though he had read the book eight times already he still wanted to read it again. Kennedy opened to the page he was last and began reading. The train began to move under him and start the long journey to Hogwarts. Twilight was pulled down from his face into his lap. He just remembered the last thing his mother had said in her rule mania. Get in Slytherin and I won't disown you. But no pressure Kennedy Michael. Now he was worried.

The Muggle book was pulled back to his face as he tried not to remember that rule his mother had stated since he was a little toddler.[/font][/size]
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[jessie]

Cha.Cha.Cha.

...Meringue.

Jessie Starr was quickly making her way down to the train station-in the car- with her mum,dad,and her jealous twin brah.She couldn't help but snicker at him from the seat over. For once,she was doing something before him,and she was being praised.He was always the smarter,mor helpful twin. He was the one that their family usually came to see.It was his name they said first during the Happy Birthday song. Jessie was sick of it. So,this once,she had actually gotten something for herself.All for herself.

"I dunno why your so happy. Your just going away to another boarding school with stuck-up kids.The only difference is that the classes are magic and...harder," Jeffree announced to Jessie.Jessie only smiled. She could see the jealousy in his eyes.

When they were finally at the train station,Jessie-not even bothering to grab her bags-skipped down the way toward Platform 9 3/4.Maybe she was a little too excited.She stopped when she heard her mums voice call her name.Jessie wheeled around with a big smile on her face.Jessie giggled,watching Jeffree lug all of her bags toward her. She skipped up to him and grabbed the lightest one. Jessie grinned and looked back at her mum."Tell me more about Hogwarts,mum!" Jessie said,happily. Over the past few days before,all Jessie spoke about was Hogwarts.That was the only thing she had asked her mother about.By now,she probably knew every single thing there was to know about Hogwarts.

"Like what?" Her mum replied.

Jessie paused."I dunno..." She had asked so much about it,Jessie didn't have anymore questions. Yea.She was excited alright. Jessie glanced over at her father-who was drawnn in by the platform numbers. Jessie looked up.Where was Platform 9 3/4? Was there one?

"Welp,here we are!" Her father chimed in when they had managed to stop at a gray brick wall.

Jessie scrunched up her nose. What the heck was this,she thought.She walked around and examined it.Yea.It was a brick wall."Dad! Quit joking. There's no way to get through this! C'mon.Where's the real platform 9 3/4?"

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Jessie Starr danced her way down the isle of the train.Getting through the wall wasn't all that hard.All she had to do was run through it! Who would have thought? Jessie-with her white backpack with different colored flowers on it-continued to dance her way down the hall.She,apparently,must have looked good because everyone she passed seemed to be watching. ...Or maybe they were wondering what the heck she was doing... Jessie hadn't thought about that. She stopped,and bit her bottom lip.

Jessie was dressed in a pair of white flip-flops,jean shorts,and a striped black and white long tank top.It wasn't anything special. She was too lazy and excited to pull out anything...creative that morning. Jessie flicked her blonde hair behind her shoulder and peered in through the windows of the compartments.She felt like a stalker. Jessie frowned.She noticed a compartment with a boy in it. His feet were stretched out onto the seat across from him and he was reading a book.

Jessie blinked and slid the compartment door open."Er..."She said. Oh? Hyper Jessie is now...Shy Jessie? Ack. "Would you mind if I sat here?"She asked quickly.

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