Just A Girl.Just An Ordinary Girl.

[Tiffany Sparxx]

Tiffany Sparxx. Short. Techni-colored. And going to Hogwarts.


"Are you sure that you've got everything,dear?" Mrs. Sparxx asked Tiffany,adjusting the girls shirt and patting her head. Tiffany,trying to dodge her mother, nodded.They were standing right before the brick wall of platform nine and the quarters.

"I'm sure..."She answered. Her mother and her had spent all day packing for Hogwarts. She was pretty sure that had brought everything but the kitchen sink. Tiffany stole a peek at her bag,thinking that she had probably packed that as well. Tiffany sighed and turned her gaze toward her father.

"Well,this is it. I hope you have fun,and work hard,Tiff." Mr. Sparxx pulled his daughter into an embracing hug. Strangely,though, Tiffany hugged him back, and then her mother. With a quick wave, and a small 'Bye,' Tiffany rushed through the wall. It always confused her, how so many students could go through the wall so.....discreetly. None of the muggles near them seemed to take notice of the fact that one moment there was someone there and the next, they were gone. Literally tossing her bag to the train guy, Tiffany and her Invader Zim bag,made their way onto the bus. She wasn't very early, so it was hell trying to find an empty compartment.But alas, she found one.

Tiffany slid open the door and quickly closed it. She tugged on the string of the small reddish curtains and let it fall over the sliding door window,enabling anyone from seeing in. The girl unzipped her Invader Zim bag and pulled out Twilight. She bit her bottom lip.

"Sorry, Twilight. I almost forgot that you were in there." The black cat meowed and curled up into a small ball on her lap. Tiffany looked over at the window,waiting for the train to take off. She could see the families on the side,waving to their kids. Sighing a little bit, Tiffany leaned back in her seat and closed her eyes. She could remember what her parents had told her about Hogwarts. it only made her more eager and anxious to get to the castle.There was a small click, and Tiffany noticed the sound of the compartment door sliding open. Her eyes remained closed. Maybe if the person thought that she was sleeping, they would leave.

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[Donavein Wu]

.show me a.
.dangerous little monster.

The real world could now be expanded into little worlds tucked away in pillars of brick. He entered this new world and now stood in silence. Pulling the black beanie hat down farther over amethyst eyes Donavein muttered incoherent words of wry inclination.

His guardian made an unpleasent sound.

Oh dear I forgot I wasn't alone. The grunt and alien voices overran his eardrums in in a sudden vocal infection. Someone Donavein couldn't see sneezed in front of him. He winced. His guardian grunted again and finally spoke.

"Okay, Donavein, you're listening, right?"

He turned to stare at his companion trough the dark fibers of the hat, still tugging it down, nearly covering his entire nose. "All the better to hear you with." The man probably thought the boy couldn't see his scowl.

"You're going to get on that train. And you're going to-"

"Stay on it this time."

"Indeed. And no more headache excuses."

"...sure." Donavein looked away, tapping the toe of his high top sneakers on th pavement and letting his arms drop, dead, to his sides. "I've got aspirin." He muttered again, kicking the ground once more before pushing the beanie off of his eyes. His guardian swung the suitcase forward and now it was Donavein's turn to grimace. He had his satchel. That had everything he needed. Nobody else believed it though.

"Remember the uniforms."

"Shindoi." He growled and grabbed the handle. The weight of his unwanted belongings seemed to threaten the ability of his arm to stay in its socket. At least I wont be complaining about a headache if my arm breaks. It seemed like a cheerful thought right then.

"Donavein..."

Oh no. It's the dramatic good bye. The looked at his guardian obediently.

"You be careful."

"You're not even my adoptive parent. Stop getting mushy." To the train it was. With his back to the man Donavein gave a feeble wave. "Sayonara." The good-bye was uttered without grievance or empathy. He didn't want to be with that ward or on the train. He couldn't run. So he walked.

And the train was a cage.

He was either looking for an empty compartment, or one that would be loud enough he woulnd't be able to hear himself think. The in between wasn't what he was looking for but it was what he found. Peeking in the seam of a closed door he small a still shape. Only one. He hesitated for a moment, then opened it with his pinkie. Oh happy times... A muffled meow nearly made him turn around.

But he didn't mind cats. It was just the fuzzy part that irked him.

Sitting down was easy, thought the cushions were soft [or old] enough to nearly consume his entire rear end. His plans on what to do next stopped right there. I can sleep... if she's asleep... Or... His head tilted to the side till it hit the wall on the door's side. Mutely he reached out and pulled it shut.

...let the games begin.

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[Tiffany Sparxx]

Tiffany could sense that there was someone outside of the compartment before the door slid open. There were a herd of footsteps passing by, and Tiffany could hear one pair stop right outside of the door. The person lingered there for a moment,as if deciding whether or not she was asleep and if it was okay to enter. She wasn't too surprised when the door slid open. There was a small sound as the person sat down, and another when the door slid closed. There was another thud-like sound, but Tiffany couldn't point it out.

Sighing, Tiffany opened her eyes. Her gaze slowly shifted from the floor, to the boy sitting across from her. He was wearing a black beanie hat and looked to be around her age,maybe even older. Was he new at Hogwarts as well? Or maybe he had gone on a visit to his family and was just now returning. Tiffany shrugged. What did it matter to her? She frowned and peered down as her cat,Twilight, stretched and flung itself onto the floor,literally. it wasn't really the brightest of cats,so its leap turned into a tumble. Tiffany couldn't help but smile.

She watched as Twilight maneuvered his way over to the boy,wiggling himself around one leg and jumping up onto his lap. Tiffany,blinking, quickly leaned over and snatched the cat away. Like the last cat, she was very protective of it. She didn't want to end up having another cat lost again. Tiffany sat the cat onto her lap again and stroked his soft fur. Twilight was calm and began to purr, but as soon as Tiffany stopped, he was up again. Sometimes, she thought that her cat had some sort of feline ADHD or something. The cat just couldn't keep still.

Annoyed by the awkward silence, Tiffany cleared her throat and thought for a second. She was never too good at making small talk. "Er....Hi." Tiffany mumbled. 'Hi,' wasn't the greatest thing to say to someone after you'd been sitting in the same compartment for awhile, but for Tiff-it was a start. A good one at that.

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[Donavein Wu]

An abrupt and foreign weight in his lap forced a small jump out of him. Though it seemed more like a convulsive jerk rather than jump. Like any real boy would Donavein looked down in surprise, but his eyelids sank in a sardonic facade that thought for him. Cat. It wasn't curiosity that killed them, but jumping into a strangers' laps. He didn't plan to let a sleeping feline lie, however that was his choice for only a few seconds before hands captured the dark little animal and pulled it away. He couldn't completely ignore the sudden cold spot on his legs were the furball had been curled up.

The eye that wasn't consumed by his purposely lopsided haircut swiftly followed the motion that landed the cat into the lap of his obvious owner. The girl that had been sleeping... Was never asleep in the first place. He snapped his fingers at the thought. He should have known better than to assume. It makes and arse out of you and me... Such and old, old proverb of crude sorts. The purple iris didn't stray, so soon he was shamelessly staring at the opposing girl with a somewhat skeptic essence. He might have continued doing so without a word but her offering of a greeting broke his trance-like state of mind.

Hi?

Of course. Hi. It was what one of them were suppose to say. The first step to a conversation was usually sparked by Hi. Next would come introductions. Donavein didn't feel like introductions. Sinking back to slump into his seat he closed his eyes to lapse himself in a moment of obtrusive solitude, names could come later. But that was Her choice now wasn't it? Once he spoke it would be all up to Her.

He opened his eyes and leaned forward again. Here goes nothing...

"Do you instinctively hate me or is the cat a danger to strangers?"

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[Tiffany Sparxx]

Tiffany could see that the boy was slightly surprised when Twilight jumped into his lap. Either way, Twilight wasn't going to be there for long. Tiffany wasn't going to let him. Tiffany didn't know the boy and she wasn't going to let the cat near him, or anyone else for that matter. The girl thought about stuffing the cat back into her bag, but that would only suffocate it. Then, there would be nothing to protect. The thought made Tiffany take a small glance at her bag and close it up.

The boy snapped his fingers and Tiffany raised an arched eyebrow. She continued to gaze at her cat,however. Did the boy just figure something out or did she just randomly snap? Tiffany blinked. She found herself laughing at her thoughts or making strange faces sometimes. Back at home, there wasn't anyone to talk to, other than herself, and an imaginary friend was out of the question. Tiffany sighed and scratched her head. Her pale fingers were,once again, fiddling with the ends of her blue and blonde coontails. It was becoming a habit now, but it did give her something to do.

Tiffany peered up from her cat and met the boys gaze. He probably thought she was some over-protective psycho for snatching her cat away the way she did,without any explanation. Tiffany frowned. What else was new? She barely let her parents near the cat. There was an awkward silence after Tiffany had spoke. Was he going to say anything, she thought. Tiffany knew that she was no good at speaking, but he could have at least said 'hi' back. Tiffany smirked. She felt like jumping off of the train and running back home. Tiffany's gaze shifted to the closed window. The train hadn't started yet and she was considering the idea. Tiffany shook her head. That would only force her parents to take her to Hogwarts personally, or send her back onto the train. Tiffany chewed on her lower lip.She returned her gaze to the boy, whose eyes were now closed. Only for a moment, Tiffany thought that he may have been sleeping. Frowning, she ,too, leaned back in her seat.

He opened his eyes and said something. Tiffany had now grabbed two of her coontails and was tugging at the ends of them. Her gaze switched from Twilight to the boy and she thought about her answer. "I don't....like my cat around other people." She thought for a second. That may have been hard,considering the fact that there was probably over a thousand people at Hogwarts,but Tiffany definately wasn't leaving her cat home with the care of her busy parents. That had bad idea written all over it. She sighed turned her head toward the window as the train slowly started taking off.

[bad post.writers block :/]

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[Donavein Wu]

Maybe he had missed the smirk that had crossed her face in his lack of a reply. Maybe he hadn't. Her glance at the window [which he had seen] made him muse over what plots were stitching themselves together in her head. Curiosity made him look too. Only a brief falter of the eye before he spoke, and now that he had said what he wanted indigo orbs were prying at the glass again, and then he moved beyond the translucent pane to the outside world of ever shifting people. He immediately wished he hadn't. His Guardian's face seem to be the most piercing thing in the hustle and bustle.

Donavein promptly pushed aside the fact he was in the company of a stranger, and delayed his reply to her latest statement of the yet-to-begin train conversation.

Sharply jumping to his feet and walking to the window the boy wrenched it open and leaned out dangerously far. Framing his mouth with his hands he yelled over the other voices.
He knew his 'stalker' would hear.

"Go home Mother I've got a new captor now!"

Heads turned. He saw eyes roll, lips parted in a second of surprise and one very particular, angry man was waving a fist in his general direction. Donavein returned the gesture before finding his seat in the suddenly much cozier compartment. Fingers, mostly obscured by the too-long, striped sleeves of his hoodie were linked together and rested in his lap as he gave his attention back to his so called 'new captor'.

And back on topic- the Cat.

It was matters of protection then? He had to muse again about what might be going on inside that head of hers. Maybe a former feline lost it life a little to early. It was a mild assumption. He had decided long before the present he wasn't going to pry into others affairs...
Maybe now is the time to actually talk. A reminder for his own behalf. It was time to speak.

"I've always had this thing about other people touching my hands," He raised his right as if in display, one side of his mouth tugging downward in a grim expression of thought, he didn't know if she would catch on to his lame tease. He as vaguely praying she did not, the better side of his inner conscience was crying out against taunts. "But..."

He held out the same hand, emotion fading into that sardonic look again.

"I'm Donavein and it's time to shake."

He meant the hand-to-hand shake of course... but was confident there'd be no misconception with his own distant phrasing. I wonder if she's the sort to hit when angry... His mind strayed as the train shuddering beneath him, slowly tugging itself forward. The girl's style of hair and dress was unique [or dare he say wild] enough for the presumption that she wouldn't hesitate to make a point with...

Force, maybe?
He had at least known people like that before...

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[Tiffany Sparxx]

Tiffany shifted her gaze from the window, to her cat and sighed. She suddenly hoped that her stay at Hogwarts wasn’t going to be a strange one, with strange people. The girl sighed. As long as she didn’t have to deal with the children from back home. The last thing that Tiffany needed was to be tormented by the most random children. Hopefully, there weren’t going to be as many ignorant students at Hogwarts, as there was back home. There was no doubt that there were going to be a few. Perhaps, in the Slytherin house?

Tiffany’s head suddenly jerked up, when the boy from across from her leapt up and pushed open the window. Tiffany, eyes wide, scratched her head and watched as he leaned too far out and shouted something:

Go home, Mother. I’ve got a new captor now!

Tiffany, a little confused at the moment, bit her bottom lip. For one thing, who was his new captor? And who was he talking to? Tiffany couldn’t help but lean slightly forward in her seat and peer out of the window past the boy. She could see the other strangers giving him awkward looks, and shouting things back. One man shook his fist, while others shook their head and rolled their eyes. Tiffany leaned back in her chair again. Why did she care? It was his business. However, if Tiffany had been the boy’s mother and he had just shouted at her like that, Tiffany would have pretended not to know him. She sighed and watched as Twilight leapt onto the shelf overhead. Such a curious cat she was.

The boy returned to his seat again, getting comfortable, and glanced over at Tiffany. Was she his new captor? Tiffany frowned. Whatever that meant, she thought. Tiffany let out a small sigh and glanced out of the window when the train sped up a little. Tiffany released both of her coontails and clasped her hands together between her knees. She slowly looked up when the boy across from her said something. Tiffany smirked. Was he being serious? She scratched her head and listened to him speak. The boy extended his arm and added something else. Tiffany just looked at it for a moment. Donavein, she thought. What a… different name. Maybe he was from somewhere….different. Tiffany shrugged and thought for a second.

…and it’s time to shake.

If it weren’t for the flesh, and the human-like characteristics, Tiffany would have sworn that he was some sort of robot or something. She leaned forward and took the boy hand murmuring, “ …Tiffany.” Tiffany quickly let go and leaned back in the seat. She wasn’t the best at striking up conversations, but now was probably the time to practice. “Uh…”Tiffany started. Uh? Ye, that was definitely something to talk about. “Is this your first year at Hogwarts….Donavein?” Tiffany said the name as if he might have gotten angry and attacked her.

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[Donavein Wu]

Her sigh made him inwardly flinch, though his outside kept it's cutting cool. Boredom or exasperation? Such sounds interluded him into silence. Do you think me obnoxious...? He didn't ask. Not out loud. Instead Donavein turned his head to look at anything but the person in front of him... Except when a purple iris darted to the corner of his hidden right eye. Then he allow himself to continue his mental interrogation. Do you think that was really my mother? Eyelids lowered, purple narrowing but not in in a glare.

Some little pulse inside of him cried out SPEAK! as his intermediate mind threatened to undergo a sudden outage of attention span. Speak... His eyes closed. ...nanra!

Yet his providence of vocal measure couldn't be set further.
Because he couldn't brush of the the outside voice.

Left eye opened and he turned his head. Wow. He could see her discomfort. Donavein's head tilted, and the sideways outlook on life smothered the little voice inside his head that cried SPEAK! and instead his human carapace did the speaking.

"You don't have to hesitate. I wont bite." The human carapace followed her tone rather than the main idea of speaking at all. This side of Donavein was the one who grew up in the city. The other was simple instinct, and this boy betrayed instinct. Solemn and sardonic- his favorite flavors of the face where shown again as he leaned forward, raising his hand, thumb and index and middle finger as the ring and pinky were folded making the hand sign usually associated with a gun. He tapped the side of his head. "I would never bite. I prefer the more modern methods. They're cleaner."

Bam.

He paused for a second, shamelessly staring at her again, then leaned back into the seat, suddenly wishing the cushions would eat him. The little voice was flooding his head; That was bad... why did I say that? That was very bad.... He ignored it and bit his lip, baring his teeth in a sort of grimace. Hands, now folded in his lap, twirled their thumbs restlessly.

"Yes... This is my first year-" Another yield and he closed one eye once more and looked at her. "...Tiffany."

[Tiffany Sparxx]

The boy was quiet for a moment,his eyes darting around the compartment,looking anywhere but at Tiffany.Tiffany frowned,noticing. Was she that scary? Or was it something else? The girl shrugged to herself. After capturing the brief image of the boy watching her from the corner of his eye, she peered back out of the window and watched the scenery go quickly by. If only she had a camera.... It wasn't much to take pictures of; Just grass,trees,and sky. But Tiffany found it beautiful in its own way. She quickly ran her fingers through her hair and peered around the compartment for her cat,Twilight.

Tiffany finally spotted the palm-sized creature above her head. He looked as if he was about to leap and committ suicide. The thought made Tiffany adjust her body position so that she was watching him intently now. The cat must have noticed, because he crept back into the darkness of the upper compartment. Tiffany blinked and returned back to her normal position. She switched her gaze to the boy and watched as he turned his head this way and that.It was as if he was having a conversation in his head. Or a debate. Tiffany would certainly know. She reacted by raising an arched eyebrow and glancing away.

The boy replied and Tiffany shook her hair out of her eyes so that she could look at him. She thought for a moment. How did she know that he wouldn't bite? She had only known him for,what,five minutes? Maybe longer, but she still didn't know him all that well. I won't bite... Hmm. Where had Tiffany heard that statement before? Tiffany scratched her neck,only briefly running her fingers over the two bite marks. She frowned and placed her fingers back into her lap. Pretty soon she would be fiddling around with her coontails. Tiffany was about to say something, but the boy was already adding something to his statement. Donavein leaned forward,positioned his fingers like a gun, and murmuring something. Tiffany opened her mouth again,to say something and then stopped. She smiled,revealing her short fangs.

"I,Sir Donavein,would bite."

Donavein leaned back in the seat and grimaced.

Tiffany had to smirk at the way he added her name on the end of his sentence. Was he mocking her? She looked at the ground,letting her hair fall into her eyes. A sudden thought struck Tiffany and she glanced up at him. "Back there....before we left the train station....What did you mean when you sad 'New Captor?'" Tiffany tilted her head to one side and waited for his response. It was probably obvious,but Tiffany decided to ask anyway. She leaned back in her seat as well and raised eyebrows when something soft and fuzzy landed in her lap. Twilight.

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[Donavein Wu]

If that cat jumps it'll lose all that pretty fur...

He had taken the hint upon where the kitty was now located, which happened to be the cargo hold above their heads, when Tiffany had looked up there herself. Kitten, or no kitten Donavein didn't fancy the idea of being bombed by a living furball. His lack of mercy over such cute 'n cuddly subjects was only due to the fact he hadn't hat a pet of his own when he was younger. Thus, this boy lacked all that pet-loving-maternal-instinct-crap.
Oh well. My loss. Moving on.

Grabbing an edge of his beanie hat Donavein pulled it free of his head. Now inside and out of the cooler threat of the fast coming winter he didn't need the scrap of wear. The action was quickly followed by the shaking of his head which coaxed his lopsided haircut to fall back into to place. After that he was still, and the the train ride suddenly seemed like such a bleak and gray thing.

At least that was till his compartment buddy gave him a more tooth flashing smile and spoke.

Of course the adnomral points were going to snag his eye. He nearly stood up and walked over for a closer look. And I thought her hair was the most un~haman thing about her. He slumped and ran his tongue over the edges of his own teeth as if to compare or confirm the unveiled feature of this Tiffany.

Modern methods my butt... She's a vampire.

Stakes and holy water were more medieval weren't they? He let his head hang as if defeated, but made his hand sign and pointed it at her. "Touche'. Miss Tiffany." A touche' from her behalf indeed... He lowered his 'gun' and absentmindedly flicked his sterling lip ring before looking up in reaction to her voice.

Another question?

Old karma could come back to haunt you.
Even if it was from a few minutes ago.
"Captor...?" He muttered nonchalantly, pressing the thumb of his right hand to the side of his mouth, one eye closing again to complete the unruffled expression of thought. How to answer now... He ended up making the gun sing again and aimed it in her general direction once more. "You."

Then he quickly leaned back and winced as the kitty abruptly flew down from its perch and into its owner lap.
Bang
His mind spoke up as he curled the raised index and middle finger of his imaginary weapon into a fist.

"What do call the furball?"

//Brain...dead... x_o//

[Tiffany Sparxx]

After Tiffany had seen her cat up on the top compartment, she looked down and caught a glimpse of Donaveins expression. She smirked. He looked as if he wasn’t too fond of her cat, or maybe it was even animals in general. Tiffany sighed and bit her bottom lip. If he was staying in this compartment with her, then a cat was certainly what he was going to have to get use to. Tiff just hoped that he wasn’t one of those weird kids who liked to torture animals. She regarded the thought for a second and then shook her head. Sure he wasn’t! Why would they want anyone in Hogwarts, like that? She kept her gaze on the boy across from her.

The boy pulled his beanie off of his head. Tiffany chuckled. Hat hair. He shook his hair back into place and she took in his appearance. Tiffany tilted her head to one side, looking at his hair. It looked as if someone had lazily tried to cut a straight line with his head tilted. Tiffany shrugged. It was good to know that she wasn’t the only one with a unique appearance. No doubt hers was a little more…prominent than his. “ Interesting hair,” Tiffany commented more to herself, than to Donavein. That was definitely a habit that she would have to stop. She would probably find herself saying something aloud, not meant to be said. Tiffany threw a glance out of the window.

The girl could feel her fangs decrease in size, and she watched as Donavein ran his tongue over his own teeth. Tiff gave him an awkward half-smile. Ah, yes. Defeat was good. He did the same hand gesture as before, pointing it at her and saying something as he did so. Tiffany just watched him, giving him a small nod after a moment.

Tiffany waited for his response, not that it should have taken him so long to say but one word. There was a pause and he finally answered her question, pointing his little gun-like gesture her way again. Tiffany smirked. She knew it was obvious, but hey, he coulda been talking about the cat. :] Tiffany scratched her head. She pulled her knees under her and sat on them. It was a bad position to be in if the train lurched forward, for she would go flying. But for now, Tiffany needed to get comfortable. This probably wasn’t a short train ride. Before Tiffany could say anything else to him, Donavein had already started speaking.

Questioning, more like.

Tiffany shot him a glance and smirked. “I call him Furrball. Wanna touch it?” Hopefully, by the way she referred to Twilight as an it, he knew that she was only joking. Tiffany picked the cat up and thrust it his way. Seeing as he had an uncomfortable, maybe even annoyed, reaction to the cat, Tiffany didn’t have to worry about him touching Twilight. She smiled and waited for his response. Tiffany couldn’t help but smile.

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[Donavein Wu]

Interesting hair...? My first recieved comment. Would I be crazy to worry?
He shook his head again and followed it with a disconnected nod. His scissors + his head = interesting hair. Now I'm hungry. He turned his attention too the limp satchel sitting beside him on the seat. Undoing the buckles, a small yellow package was what was pulled out. One side was rolled up and clipped shut with a clothes pin. Donavein's sardonic expression brightened to a degree of smiling without actually smiling.

Somewhere in front of him Tiffany shifted.

He looked up with his half open leer as she spoke. His brow rose at her reply. Amusing. A real smile threatened to twitch across his face. She is amusing. However his own response returned to the mannerism of mocking. She thrust her kitty forward and he raised the package... Nestles Butterscotch morsels. His mind cooed with maniacal vehemence.

"And I call this yummy. Wanna taste?"

But with that said he froze, head titling unwillingly to the side. Bleh. He frowned and let his arm drop, pressing the thumb of his unused hand to his lower lip. The current display could only be the equivalent of cold insecurity over the moment. Nan. He snapped his fingers again.

"Well damn. Furball isn't off limits anymore?" And suddenly, he was nearly glaring at the dark little animal, then moved the gaze up to Tiffany's face. How amusing... He mulled, indigo eyes widening. Donavein reached down and grabbed hold of his beanie hat again, eyes never trailing until he had the head gear hanging from the fingers of his outstretched arm. For a mement it seemed he was giving it to the girl, until eyelids tapered and in a quick jerk of the limb his digarded wear ended up falling over the head of the dear little... Furball.

He pulled his arm back as if the cat or girl would bite him. "Ta-dah." He said in a lame tone, looking at the kitten again. Oh... the cat looks so bloody much like me now. He grimaced. "That is not the style for teh Ball of Fur..." He spoke to the cat instead of the one who would give the literate reply not including a meow or purr. Or at least that was untl he looked up and pointed mutely at his hat.

"If you kidnap it. I sue."

// Er... I have no idea if you still want to post here or not, but you don't have to reply. //

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[Tiffany Sparxx]

A small sound caught the girl's attention and she looked up to see Donavein pulling out a yellow package,closed up with a clothes pin on one end. She blinked for a moment, before inhaling the scent of....*twitch* chocolate? Tiffany shrugged. She couldn't have been too sure. The last time she had eaten candy was....she scratched the back of her head-a long time ago? A small smirk crossed her face. For all she knew, it could have been something else. She leaned back in the seat and gazed up at the ceiling.

Donavein replied, but not how Tiffany had expected him to. At first she frowned at being mocked again , and then a small smile pulled at the edges of her lips. She looked at the package and then up at him and raised an arched eyebrow, not saying anything. Ew,she thought. Now, that the boy had brought the bag closer, it was intoxicating her nostrils. She looked away at the window, wondering if she should chuck it and run. Too lazy,she decided and was thankful when she finally let his arm drop. She let out a sigh in one big breath and looked back at Donavein.

He moved to grab his hat and stretched his arm over the cats head. Tiffany sat and tilted her head to the side. Was he giving it to her or was he going to put it on the cats head? Oh! Maybe he was going to roll Twilight up into it and toss him out of the window. She shook the erratic thought from her head,literally, and looked down to see the boy's beanie hat over top of the cats head. Blue eyes widened,a smile crossed her face but only for a moment.

She peered down at the cat. He was right. It wasn't the right style for the Ball of Fur Twilight.But apparently he thought that it would work if he had placed it over the cats head in the way he did so. "Now he's literally...The Cat in The Hat." Twilight meowed a few times, and wiggled his body,struggling to get loose. Unintentionally, Tiffany dropped him. She bit her bottom lip as both,the hat and the cat, fell to the floor.Oops. While Twilight scittered into a corner of the compartment, the beanie hat lay there, dead as the "curious" cat. After watching it for a moment, she decided it wasn't going to eat her and picked it up. She brought her gaze up to Donavein and murmured," I don't think he's going to kidnap it..." She extended her arm to hand it back to him.

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[Donavein Wu]

3... 2... 1...

He gave it seconds and it was only seconds that it took for the cat to register that it did not want that scrap of cloth on its head. Be happy kitty. No one else gets to wear it. He watched the struggling with an amusement ruffled with morbidity. Donavein might have watched that for a while. Just to see what would happen. How long it would take the lil' furball to escape. Instead Tiffany let it slide from her fingers. The cat and his hat hit the floor at the same time.

Bye bye cat in the hat. He bit his lip and looked up. "Nobody knows it but this is exactly what happened to Dr. Sues's Cat in the Hat." He leaned back into the seat, observing her kitty scramble away. "They broke up. Cat began to see hair clips." And who wears a hat with hair clips? "The Hat went emo in the closet and eventually committed suicide. With a coat hanger." Interlocking his fingers, letting his head fall back and his eyes close Donavein took up the stance of someone getting ready to nap or in the business of napping. but of course, he wasn't going tot fall asleep. He never fell asleep.

"Then Cat got guilty. He locked himself up in Thing 1 and 2's box." Now he was just rambling, tone at ease and slightly bored sounding. Nothing touching about this story... wherever it came from. He heard Tiffany say something about 'him not kidnapping it'. The boy temporarily ignored it, but sat up to see his own neglected hat hanging from her grasp, however, his attention was directed at her. Amethyst eyes widened, pupils shrinking as he put on an almost manic expression. "Sally found him a week later drowned... in the fishbowl."

He paused to take hold of his beanie hat, stared at it, and shrugged. "...The end. Or..." Gaze was raised to meet her eyes again, eyelids now tapered in the return of a scrutinizing slash sardonic stare. "...do you want 'Happily Ever After'?" He wasn't optimistic by nature but he had his moments. Hell yes... and they all went to Heaven. Suddenly his grim facade underwent a breakdown developing into a devil-may-care smirk that announced its entry with a cold laugh.

"You've got to promise not to tell the children."

1... 2... 3...

That was how long it took for the newly found expression to dry up and die.
I'm a filthy story teller.

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[Tiffany Sparxx]

Donavein murmured something and she tilted her head to the side. What was he talking about? Nobody knows it, but this is exactly what happened to Dr. Seuss's Cat in The Hat. The girl chewed her lower lip again. Truthfully, she hadn't read the story of the Cat in the Hat. She'd only heard the children speak of it at her muggle school, or maybe go as the 'Cat in the Hat' for Halloween. From their costume, it could have been described as a giant black cat with a white,circular spot in the middle and a striped black and white hat.

Yea. She had never heard the story, but she wasn't about to tell this boy that. Tiffany sighed and glanced up when Donavein continued his story.She twitched when he murmured something that sounded like '...the cat starting seeing hairclips.' What kind of a story was that? This certainly wasn' the version that Tiffany had heard so much of. She was in elementary school reading chapter books, not Dr.Seuss books.But she sat and listened quietly. And listened some more. She shifted in her seat when he said something about the hat going emo and committing suicide with a coat hanger. The girl smirked. This definetely wasn't the version that the kids spoke of. She wasn't sure that it was a version at all. He was making it up! Scratching her head, she focused her attention on Twilight-pawing at something in the corner of the compartment.

...He locked himself up in Thing 1 and 2's box... Donavein continued.

She looked up. From his position, it was as if he had fallen asleep while telling her the story. His story. His twisted and slightly disturbing version of the Cat in the Hat. It suddenly made her want to read the book to find out what really happened.

Donavein got to another part in the story and Tiffany frowned. Sally? Who was that. Had he thrown some random name in? She gave him a confused expression. Maybe he was just telling her a dream that he had once had. She grimaced. Who would have some kind of hostile dream like that? The boy took his hat and added something,along with a laugh.

You've got to promise not to tell the Children.

Tiffany raised an arched eyebrow. If there were any children at Hogwarts and if that story were the real version of The Cat in the Hat, then perhaps Tiffany may have just been the very first person to tell them. She wasn't too fond of fairy tales, nor did she care too much for Dr. Seuss books. If anything, her father told her scary stories at night just to keep her from getting up and playing around. Scarring her through her elementary school years, the girl had to have her sheets and blankets tucked in tight, in fear of the "monsters" under her bed, eating her toes off.She cleared her throat and looked at Donavein.

"Sir,Donavein.You...are...twisted."

It came out slowly as though she was telling a mentally challenged boy, instead of one with just a weird imagination. Even still, his story brought a brief smile to her face.Only a brief one. Maybe she could write a better one. A more...improved one. Or she could be a story-teller and write little horror stories for kids! She scratched her head and leaned over in the seat, resting her head against the side.

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