emma at hogwarts
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(5/17/02 2:09 pm)
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Going Away, Going Back Home Early
(( Okay, this happens WAY before the whole six thingy and the attack on the school. Sort of gives a reason why Emma wasn't there throughout that whole thing. Enjoy.))
It wasn't a very sunny day. The sky was heavily overcast and it had been drizzling that morning. The Hogsmeade Express was getting ready to depart from Hogsmeade to London; the whistle blew loudly as the conductor rounded up the last couple of people. From a few feet away he spotted a girl that had obviously come from Hogwarts.
She had her trunk with her and there was a nervous look on her face. Her shoulder length light brown hair hung on her shoulders. She wasn't wearing her school uniform though, so that made it hard for the conductor to tell she was from Hogwarts at first. She had on dark blue jeans that were a bit baggy and a white tank top. She had on a black three-quarter length jacket over that with two white stripes running up the side.
The conductor made his way over to her as the whistle for the train to depart blew again. He had seen her before, the last couple of years he had trasported the students from London to here. He spoke up first.
" What are you doing here?"
The girl's head snapped up fast, and she looked at him curiously before she spoke in a quiet tone of voice that his ears had to strain to hear.
" I'm going home, I need to be there." That's all she said, and then she proceeded to get on the train. She struggled to get her trunk up in the train, but she managed to get it up. The conductor rolled his eyes slightly after giving her a confused look, but he got on too as the whistle blew one last time and the train set off for London.
Emma had found a compartment fast, and had already sat on the seat and her head was against the window. The cold glass froze her forehead as her blue eyes watched the rain as it pelted against the window. Her hand raised and tucked a strand of her hair behind her ears as the train went over a bump. Her forehead was raised from the window, and then it banged against it again as the train carried on its way.
Emma didn't even mind the slight stinging sensation that emerged from her forehead. She was too busy thinking. She had a clear reason why she left Hogwarts. Even more, why she left without telling anyone. No one knew she was leaving. Not Martin, not Sam, not Elysia, not Carm, not even Chloe knew that her sister had suddenly gone off. But Emma had a good reason, she swore she did. Her father was dead, and nothing could be done about that. She missed him very much, and it broke her heart to be torn from him. But it broke her mum's heart even more. Emma's mum had broke down completely after Emma's dad had died. She hadn't been doing well at all, and Emma had decided that she was going to go help her mum.
Emma was sort of glad she was leaving Hogwarts to go to her family. She felt like she was being torn from them even more every day, and that was true. She didn't get along with her mum very well; she had been her father's favourite. Not that her mother didn't love her, her father just understood her more. She wondered what her little brother must think. He was only six and Emma was sure he didn't really understand what exactly death was. It was too hard to tell him, so Emma just said to him that daddy was going to be gone for a long long time.
As Emma thought about that a hot tear fell from her eyes, ran down her cheek, and across her lips. It fell from her face to her hand and she shook it off as she tried not to cry. She didn't usually cry, but she couldn't help it. She had been seperated, forever, from her father who she loved very very much.
Before Emma knew it she had fallen to sleep on the train. When she awoke again the conductor was telling everyone to get up, they had arrived in London....
(( Continued in Platform 9 3/4....first post i've done in a month! eek!))
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