Post by cora on Aug 29, 2007 10:47:34 GMT -5
How could they
Letting her go off on her lonesome
[/b][/font][/size][/color]Letting her go off on her lonesome
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And here was Cora...left to board the train on her own. Well okay that was kind of a half lie. She wasn't alone she had her twin....some where over yonder. Behind her were her parents waving goodbye to her. Eww. How embarassing! Oh don't get her wrong, her parents are amazing people, but dear and fluffy lord couldn't they contain themselves. Or atleast have some composure, and control over their emotions. Her mother was crying, and her father well it looked like he was on the brink of tears. Gosh, it's not like she was dying and boarding the train to hell. Maybe she was, but that was for her to decided once she got to the other side of the long journey. Oi. Where'd her twin wonder off to.[/font][/size][/color]
The young brunette gave a half wave back to her parents, and boarded the train, with her carry on bag that contained a littlefluffy dogtabby kitten named Cinnamon, aka Monster. She peered in through many different compartment doors before finding an empty one. She didn't really want to intrude on anyone's conversations, and well most of the cabins were full. So empty was the best way to go...for now. Cora settled into the right hand bench seat closest to the window. She'd always been a window seat child, and her sister was more of an aisle seat kid.MonsterCinnamon seemed to awaken from the jostle of the bag being set down on the seat beside Cora, and decided to check out the territory. More or less Cora's lap to sleep in. Lazy furball, that what he was. "You are a lazy one kitty kat." But she loved the cat nonetheless, and petted it before it decided to attack her for neglecting it. Like she neglected it...ha! That cat was probably the most spoiled cat in the universe, most def.
Boredom was starting to set in, and boredom and Cora never were a good mixture. Well sometimes it was, and this was one of those rare occasions. Cora pulled from her bag a sketch pad, and some pencils. She set to work on drawing the scene outside her window. It was parents, and kids hugging eachother, as if in one last remembrance before they set off to some distant land, that most of their parents had already travelled to, unless muggle born. In that case the parents had that terrified, we don't understand look. Which usually made Cora laugh, because muggle parents were the best to tease. Someone join me soon or I may just fall asleep.