Nate couldn't help but feel sorry for this boy, oh how he hated feeling sorry. "Siblings are insufferable. It doesn't matter as long as it doesn't hurt anyone else." He shrugged. Glancing at Cassiopeia then back at Colton, Nathan leaned against the doorframe and sighed. "If you would rather he stays away from you, you can come sit with us, if this one doesn't mind. Apologies but I didnt catch your name." He said, turning to Cassiopeia with a questioning gaze.
Just another OC Harry Potter RP || Group RP || CLOSED
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"Oh, I wouldn't mind at all. I was just thinking of asking him to sit with us. His brother wouldn't dare come inside our compartment, and even if he did, he wouldn't be able to hurt him. Not with us around, that is." She paused and looked at Nathan. "Cassiopeia. And yours?" The last part was directed at both Nathan and Colton, and she made sure to show it by glancing at Nathan first and then at Colton.
"Exactly my thought." Nathan nodded in agreement. "Nathaniel Rhysand, I go by Nathan or Nate. I'm a fourth year Hufflepuff." He wasn't wearing his school robes, no he had on a sleeveless dark green turtleneck with a wide collared grey sweater falling off one shoulder. The only thing that screamed Hufflepuff on him was a small black and gold bracelet on his wrist. "Nice to meet you."
"Oh! I'm… my name is Colton. Colton Lamb. I'm a second year." Colton replied awkwardly, still fidgeting and shifting. "You probably know my brother, Kieran, better. He's a prefect, after all…" He hesitated before getting to his feet, gently stroking Citrine with one thumb. "And this is Citrine. Are you sure you don't mind me sitting with you? I wouldn't want to bother you…" He glanced between the two of them, noticing they were a Gryffindor and a Hufflepuff. Not usually so willing to hang out with a Slytherin…
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Celeste continued being in her own world, when she finished, she put everything back in her book bag and pulled out her homemade photo album, filled with photo's of her dads, new york and her old friends. She opened it sitting it on her lap, sitting criss cross, she flipped through the pages, observing the photos, the first couple of the city, at different times during the day, the first; dawn, the second; morning, the third; midday, the fourth; dusk, the fifth; sunset, and the sixth; night. She looked at them with longing and happiness.
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"Guess where telling each other our year and house, huh? In that case, Cassiopeia Knight, third-year Gryffindor." She looked at Nathan and Colton. "It's nice to meet you, Nathan, and Colton." She paused and looked at the snake. "And you too Citrine." She hummed as she searched for the name Kieran in her brain. "Ah, your brother…he's one of the Slytherin perfect's, right? Don't see why they made him perfect. I'm sure there are other Slytherins worthy of the role. And no, I don't mind if you come sit with us. Neither would Nate. You wouldn't be a bother at all."
Celeste hummed to herself hum hum hum hum huuuuuuum and her eyes stopped on a photo of her and her dads, Christopher, the taller more lean and athletic one, lifting her onto his shoulders; while her other dad Milo, was shorter and thin, watched them with a suppressed smile, she looked about 6 or 7, she smiled at the photo glued onto the page of the album, and laughed quietly as the memory flooded her memory.
"Yeah, he's one of the prefects… I'm a Slytherin too." Colton toyed with his sleeves a bit and looked between the two of them. "He and I play Quidditch too. Chasers." Citrine lifted her head up to examine Nathaniel and Cassiopeia, hissing softly, but not seeming particularly aggressive. "Don't mind Citrine… she won't bother you guys."
(Celeste is just vibin'-)
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(Kinda want to interrupt her-)
She smiled at Colt, but couldn't help to feel jealous of him. It must be nice being sorted into Slytherin. She thought to herself. "Hm, yes I thought so. I've seen both of you on the field during the Gryffindor and Slytherin matches, and other matches of course. I play Quidditch too, as a Keeper of course." She laughed a little at the snake. "Bit interested in us, eh? Not that I mind of course. I'm quite fond of snakes." She paused and hummed a bit. "Well, I guess we should get going to our compartment before your brother decides to come back and create more drama. Get whatever you brought with you on the train, and just follow us."
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Jada returned to her compartment, sliding the door shut behind her. She wasn't in her Slytherin robes yet, instead dressed in a black t-shirt with her favorite white leather jacket over it and her matching white combat boots with tight black jeans tucked into them. Regulus's first comment when seeing her was "You look like my brother." But Jada knew it wasn't an insult, she could hear Reg's thoughts and he missed Sirius Black way more than he let on.
"Let me guess," Barty said, sitting up eagerly and startling Fiona. "Newbies causing trouble?"
"Yeah," Jada sighed and relaxed in the seat. Regulus had finished his letter and folded it neatly in thirds.
(I mean, I dont think she'd mind but ok-)
(if they all become friends, Celeste is gonna be the one cheering at the top of her lungs, at their quidditch matches hehe)
"Yes, of course. Thank you." Colt bowed politely and grabbed his trunk, dragging it behind him as he trotted along behind Cassiopeia. "What's it like being a Gryffindor?" He asked curiously. "Is it nice? People don't usually like Slytherins much… sometimes I wonder if I'd be better off somewhere else." Stupid! Stop dragging them into your emotional problems! You just met them like, five minutes ago!
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(She seems like the person who would tbh)
"It's….a bit complicated…but sometimes it's nice being a Gryffindor." She sighed at Colton's Slytherin comment. "Oh, yeah. It's weird that most of the students don't like Slytherins. Slytherin isn't a bad house to be sorted into. I mean, Merlin was a Slytherin and I don't see anyone complaining. To be honest, when I arrived at Hogwarts, I was hoping to be sorted into Slytherin. I was extremely disappointed when I wasn't." She opened the door to their compartment and sat down. "Well, that depends Colt. Do you feel happy in Slytherin?"
Colton nodded along as Cassiopeia talked, adjusting his grip on his trunk so he wouldn't drop it. "Well… it's… it's alright. Since everybody else doesn't really like the Slytherins, we're pretty close with each other. We stick together. It's annoying to have Kieran hovering over me constantly, though, and it's… not great when people I don't even know look at me differently just because I'm wearing green…" He sighed softly, but shrugged. "But I guess it's better than the looks I'd get from my family if I was sorted into any other house."
Celeste got up walking around, she stopped at a random compartment, filled except for one seat, she slid open the compartment door and gave a small wave "hello! would any of you like these?" she said holding out her palm, which was filled with the clay butterfly, and mushrooms.
Celeste got up walking around, she stopped at a random compartment, filled except for one seat, she slid open the compartment door and gave a small wave "hello! would any of you like these?" she said holding out her palm, which was filled with the clay butterfly, and mushrooms.
(Thats their compartment their in btw-)
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Cassiopeia nodded understandingly. She knew that some of the parents would be mad if their children hadn't been sorted into that one house. Mostly the pureblood families. "Must be frustrating to have your brother constantly hovering over you. You know, I can take care of Kieran for you. If you want of course." She looked up when the door to their compartment slid open. A girl, who was probably in their sixth year, stood cheerfully, with her hand outstretched. She was about to rudely tell her to leave when she noticed the clay butterflies and mushrooms. She nodded as she stood up. "Could I get one butterfly and one mushroom?"
Nathan let Colton and Cassiopeia head back to the compartment first, this was where many of the students sat together, regardless of their house. He saw the beaters for the hufflepuff team sitting and laughing with a group of their friends. They waved to Nate when they saw him and he slowly waved back. He walked back to his compartment and saw a girl with some clay chairs standing in the door. "I'd like a few mushrooms please. How much?" He asked
"O-Oh, you really don't have to do anything to him." Colton insisted, offering a nervous smile. "As much of a nuisance as he is, I don't want anything like… actually bad happening to him. He's still my brother, after all." He looked up when another girl entered the compartment, examining the clay pieces curiously. Citrine slithered down and coiled around Colton's arm, eyeing Celeste distrustfully.
Celeste looked at them "they're free, just take them." She said cheerfully, waiting for them to take the clay butterflies and mushrooms out of her palm.
Colton tentatively accepted a little clay mushroom from Celeste, smiling up at her. "Thank you! Did you make them yourself?" He asked curiously, allowing Citrine to examine the mushroom so she wouldn't be so suspicious of it. "They're really good!"
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"Oh…well, okay then." She took one of the butterflies and one of the mushrooms. She took out three galleons and placed them on the girl's hand. "Just take it, okay? You spent time on these and it would be unfair for you to not get at least some money out of them." She smiled at her as she sat back down. "If you say so, Colt. I wasn't planning to do anything bad to him. Maybe just scare him a bit. But I won't do anything without your permission."
Celeste nodded "I made them myself, and thank you." She fingered the galleons, and placed them back on the seat next to the girl who had handed them to her "I don't want your money, I make them because I like to, not for the money." She said smiling, she had one small butterfly left, that was black, green and blue, and two medium sized mushrooms, Blue and Yellow. She held her palm out again "do you guys want the last ones, or anything specific you want me to make?" she asked them all, cheerfully, she liked making things it made her feel like she had a purpose.
Nathan took the last of the clay charms and sat back in his spit, startling Echo who had been curled up around his bag. "These are beautiful." He said appreciatively, holding back his cat who had taken an interest in Citrine.
Celeste smiled softly "why thank you, I like to think of them as sentimental objects, I make them and people never forget me; the girl who gave them pretty little mushrooms and butterflies." She said dreamily, she wondered if people managed to remember her like she wished they did, because of the small things she gave them.
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Cassiopeia nodded as she put the galleons away. Though the girl might not want them, she would think of a way for her to accept the money. She just couldn't let someone's hard work go unnoticed and unpaid…though, in a way, Celeste's work was already being seen. "I'm sure they remember you whenever they see the clay mushrooms and butterflies." She looked at them, careful to not destroy it. "You really got some talent."
Celeste nodded solemnly. "Good, I want to be someone who is remembered." She said before walking away, shutting the compartment door behind her. She went back to her compartment and sat down, drawing the faces of the people she had just given the mushrooms and butterflies too.
(Celeste is giving me Luna vibes)