Post by cordelia regan smith on Apr 9, 2018 17:11:58 GMT -7
Leaving home to get on the Hogwarts Express was always bittersweet. It was the end to the summer months, and to freedom, in a sense. The freedom bit didn’t Cordelia until she was situated in her own cabin on the train, bags stacked above her, and camera out and at the ready. That was when she realized that she had just finished her last free summer; where she could do whatever she pleased, whenever she felt like it. The impending school year was the finale, and only a few hours and this train were between that and the summer she had just left behind. Summer itself hadn’t been all that interesting, not like they ever were for her. She only managed to break her camera a grand total of one times, and that was thanks to some muggle accidentally spilling his coffee on it. Aside from that, there wasn’t much else. The few friends she did have were busy, which was fine with her since she preferred to spend her days taking pictures and roaming around on her own. Her parents had finally let the leash come off near the end, probably also coming to the realization that she was in her last school year and seventeen. Being babied at this point in time was the definition of a hover parent, which she was aware of already for the last few years.
The train had pulled away from the platform only about ten minutes earlier, and the hustle and bustle from outside of her cabinet was crazy. Only a few people had managed to open her door, but they had groups much too large to comfortably take the remaining space she had. Like most years, she would probably spend the entire trip with a group of first or second years, gabbing away about how excited they were for the year to start. They would eventually get bored of their hypothesis and ask her questions, and she would do her best to reciprocate as quickly as possible. They didn’t know any better and were just excited for school, whereas she was dreading the exams that came at the end of her year. Those had been looming over her for the last two years now, and they were finally a scary reality. At least her Charms one would be easy. There was no way for her to royally screw that up.
A bang on the cabin door made her jump out of her seat, her head quickly whipping from the window she had been staring out of, and to the glass windows of the door. An eruption of knocking was on the other side, and Cordelia could only imagine that the person doing the hitting was some sort of wild animal. Her eyes focusing on the face, things started to make sense; it was Lily, who was so excited that her face was pressed right up against the glass, her breath fogging it up as she was yelling something on the other side. Cordelia waved her hand urgently, so that the Gryffindor would come in before making more of a scene than she already was. As she waited for her friend to pop in, Cordelia pulled her camera strap over her head and placed the camera on the seat next to her. Lily was going to keep her occupied for a while, she could already tell. There would be no need for her camera during that time.