<table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0" ><tr><td valign="top" style="font: inherit;"><BR><BR>--- On Mon, 8/25/08, Patrick McCartney <hogsmeade@squaredbee.com> wrote:<BR><BR>From: Patrick McCartney <hogsmeade@squaredbee.com><BR>Subject: Re: [Hogwarts Between] Kadyn, Cyrus, and Amber on the train<BR>To: "Hogwarts Between Game List" <hogwartsbetween@gamera.cc><BR>Date: Monday, August 25, 2008, 4:06 PM<BR><BR>> Cyrus reached into his bag and pulled out his robes.<BR>><BR>> Kadyn grabbed his out as well, and quickly pulled them on over<BR>> his<BR>> normal clothes. "I guess I'll have to wait to really change<BR>> until<BR>> later... considering..." Kadyn motioned towards Amber.<BR>"Doesn't<BR>> matter."<BR>><BR>><BR>> Amber smiled and shrugged. "Sorry."<BR>> "No, no, it's fine. It's not like you can change either.<BR>> Don't worry about it..." Kadyn tugged at the robe, which was a<BR>>
smidge to big for him. "Told dad we should have had them custom<BR>> made at Diagon Alley..." Kadyn peeked out the window, and<BR>> noticed<BR>> some more familiar land. "Hogsmeade station is just up ahead."<BR>><BR>><BR>><BR>> Amber ran to the window and pressed her cheek against the window<BR>> to<BR>> try to see the frount of the train.<BR>><BR>> "I've heard that Hogsmeade is the only all-wizarding town in<BR>> Britain,"<BR>> said Cyrus. "Is that true?"<BR>><BR>><BR>> Kadyn shrugged. "I think so... at least I don't know any others.<BR>> But it's<BR>> not really as impressive as it seems. Growing up there was probably<BR>> about as<BR>> normal as life for any of you was, with a couple of twists here and<BR>> there.<BR>> You see, my parents are both muggle born wizards, and mainly like<BR>> to do<BR>> things the hard way. Occasionally they'll use magic, but life was<BR>>
simple,<BR>> for a while.<BR>><BR>><BR>><BR>> "For a while?" Amber asked, "What happened?"<BR>><BR>> "Magic made everything more complicated..." Kadyn glanced out<BR>the<BR>> window,<BR>> and stared into space for a time. He blinked, and then shook his<BR>> head. "No<BR>> offense, but the details aren't really any of your buisiness."<BR><BR>[OOC: All threads sync to this event. ]<BR><BR>A shrill whistle flooded the air. The train jerked as it started to<BR>slow down.<BR><BR><BR><BR><BR>Amber gripped the arm rest of the seats as the train rustled and jerked. She lifted a hand, grabbed her robes and slipped them on. Her regular cloths stuck out in places so she let go of her <SPAN>stabilizer</SPAN>. As she straightened her crisp white shirt the train bumped and she banged to the floor<BR>"Bloody hell! That was the worst changing I've ever had!"</td></tr></table><br>