<BR><BR><B><I>Zack Kunkel <outcast.zeta@gmail.com></I></B> wrote: <BLOCKQUOTE class=replbq style="PADDING-LEFT: 5px; MARGIN-LEFT: 5px; BORDER-LEFT: #1010ff 2px solid"><BR><BR> <DIV class=gmail_quote>On Tue, May 13, 2008 at 4:59 PM, Margaret Dean <<A href="mailto:margdean@erols.com">margdean@erols.com</A>> wrote:<BR> <BLOCKQUOTE class=gmail_quote style="PADDING-LEFT: 1ex; MARGIN: 0px 0px 0px 0.8ex; BORDER-LEFT: #ccc 1px solid"> <DIV class=Ih2E3d>Tashayar McCarthy wrote:<BR>><BR>> William Dean <<A href="mailto:wsdean@operamail.com">wsdean@operamail.com</A>> wrote:<BR>><BR>> ----- Original Message -----<BR>> From: "Zack Kunkel"<BR></DIV> <DIV> <DIV></DIV> <DIV class=Wj3C7c>> > > > > Kadyn found an empty compartment, after being<BR>> one of the first<BR>> > > > > ones on the train. He left the door
open,<BR>> that way when Amber<BR>> > > > > walked by, she could see that he had already<BR>> gotten her a seat.<BR>> > > ><BR>> > > > He'd hardly started to put his luggage in the<BR>> rack when a tall,<BR>> > > > thin wizard bustled in with a small, thin boy<BR>> and started loading<BR>> > > > luggage (including a cage with a small owl in<BR>> it) on the rack<BR>> > > > opposite.<BR>> > > ><BR>> > > > "Hello," the tall wizard said cheerily. "You<BR>> won't mind if Cyrus<BR>> > > > sits here, will you?"<BR>> > >
><BR>> > > > "No, of course not. The names Kadyn," He smiled<BR>> warmly, and<BR>> > > > extended a hand.<BR>> ><BR>> > The tall wizard siezed his hand and pumped it<BR>> vigorously. "Nice<BR>> > to meet you, Kadyn. I'm Eugene Windermere, and this<BR>> is my son<BR>> > Cyrus. He's just starting Hogwarts this year."<BR>> ><BR>> > > > He and the boy finished stowing their luggage.<BR>> "Have a good<BR>> > > > year, son," said the wizard, and squeezed the<BR>> boy's shoulder<BR>> > > > before leaving the compartment.<BR>> > > ><BR>>
> > > > [Kadyn] released Hesetu, and was beginning to<BR>> search for Amber<BR>> > > > > through the window, when he heard someone<BR>> stop outside the<BR>> > > > > door.<BR>> > > > ><BR>> > > > > Amber was one of the last people to jump on<BR>> board.<BR>> > > > > She cripped the handle and ran her feet up<BR>> the stairs<BR>> > > > > of the door to the train, her luggage flying<BR>> behind<BR>> > > > > her. A meow of pain meminded her or her cat.<BR>> She<BR>> > > > > compleatly forgot about her! "When I find a<BR>>
> > > > compartment I'll let you out, I promise." she<BR>> > > > > wispered to Bella, a scrony white cat. Amber<BR>> wandered<BR>> > > > > the hallway of the train passing the last of<BR>> the late<BR>> > > > > students until she found Kayden and another<BR>> boy in a<BR>> > > > > compartment.<BR>> > > ><BR>> > > > The other boy was small and thin, with brown<BR>> hair and ears that<BR>> > > > stuck out.<BR>> > > ><BR>> > > > "Ello!" said Amber with a wave of her hand<BR>> before opening the cage<BR>> > > > and
letting her cat out. "Don't mind do you?<BR>> She needs to stretch<BR>> > > > her legs." ><BR>> > > > "That depends, how... feral, is she?" Kadyn<BR>> quickly<BR>> > > > scooped up Hesetu. Then he gestured to Cyrus.<BR>> "Oh, this is...<BR>> > > > started with a 'S'", i think..."<BR>> > > ><BR>> > > > Amber stared at the boy. He wasn't the strange<BR>> one. "Hello, "S"<BR>> > > > person." She said to Cyrus.<BR>><BR>> "Hi," said Cyrus, closer to whispering than speaking.<BR>> He gave them his name and busily stuck his reddening<BR>> face in a book. On the seat next to him was a<BR>>
smallish cage with a cover over it.<BR>><BR>> Amber then replied to Kayden, "No she's OK...<BR>> I think. She's never met an rat before, but usually<BR>> when I do I'm supposed to whack it with a broom or my<BR>> Grandmother will scream."<BR>><BR>> Amber reached out toward the rat, "Can I hold him?"<BR>> Kadyn hesitated, then handed Hesetu to her. "I guess.<BR>> His name is Hesetu."<BR>><BR>> Amber held her hands out as Kadyn placed the rodent<BR>> in her palm. She was a little startled by the claws,<BR>> but knew he wasn't hurting her. He was so small and<BR>> light. How could her grandmother have been scared of<BR>> these little guys? She gave him back. "He's<BR>>
brilliant"<BR>><BR>> "Thanks." He placed him back on the seat. Kadyn then<BR>> looked towards the cage next to Cyrus. "What's that?"<BR>><BR>> Cyrus's book lowered far enough for the others to see<BR>> most of his face, which was still a little flushed.<BR>> "It's my owl," he said. "His name's Barnaby."<BR>><BR>> "OOO!" said Amber getting up from her seat<BR>> and sitting next to the cage, "can I see him?" She<BR>> started to lift up the covering of the cage.<BR><BR></DIV></DIV>Inside the cage was a small, mottled-brown owl.</BLOCKQUOTE> <DIV> </DIV> <DIV>"I didn't know their were owls that small." Kadyn had gotten out one of his school books on potions, and a glass bottle, full of a drink from his parents cafe. He took a swig and asked
"Does either of you know when the trolley comes around? I didn't bring any food..." His stomach gurgled, and he took another drink out of the bottle.</DIV> <BLOCKQUOTE class=gmail_quote style="PADDING-LEFT: 1ex; MARGIN: 0px 0px 0px 0.8ex; BORDER-LEFT: #ccc 1px solid"><SPAN id=""></SPAN> <div><BR> </div> <div> </div> <div>Amber grasped her stomach. In her exitement and hurry, she forgot all about breakfast and lunch for that matter. "Does the trolley bring food? And does it take human money?"</div> <div> </div> <div> </div> <div><BR>[OOC: He looks like this:<BR><<A href="http://www.fairislebirdobs.co.uk/Migration_Studies/ScopsOwl30thJuly.jpg" target=_blank>http://www.fairislebirdobs.co.uk/Migration_Studies/ScopsOwl30thJuly.jpg</A>>]<BR></div> <DIV class=Ih2E3d><BR><BR>--Margaret Dean<BR> <<A href="mailto:margdean@erols.com">margdean@erols.com</A>><BR><BR></DIV></BLOCKQUOTE></DIV></BLOCKQUOTE><p>