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[Teddy Lupin]

`` MR. T. R. LUPIN

Wheeling his trunk a final few metres away from the hidden entrance to the platform, he alighted in the sizable gap between a babbling and giggling group of Hufflepuff girls and a small collection of nervous looking first years (obviously abandoned by those older siblings that had been entrusted by falsely hopeful parents). He glanced to his silver watch, ignoring the large , old fashioned clock that hung not far from where he stood, then threw his silvery grey eyes along the platform’s length, searching for a sign of vibrant silvery-blonde hair - or at least the familiar face of one of his friends amongst the little clusters of students awaiting boarding of the scarlet steam engine. The young man raised himself up onto his toes for a better vantage point, his already tall build gaining a few inches as he continued to look fruitlessly. Exhaling an annoyed breath, he slumped back against the wall and slid to his original height, shoving his hands deep into the pockets of his grey jeans - why wasn’t she here yet? It was almost half past ten!

He turned his attentions to the pair of green eyes that were staring up at him intently, an expression of annoyance lacing the glare that was being directed his way. “It ain‘t my fault Seb…” the boy intoned to their owner, “Can‘t have you wandering off and getting lost somewhere cosy today can we?” The Gryffindor raised his eyebrows at Sebastian, though he was met with only silence and a turning of a cold shoulder. Moody cat… he thought with a roll of his eyes, returning to the hunt of friends and silvery-blonde on the still relatively quiet platform.

With a quiet, but noticeable, click, the doors of the train opened; those few who were around and eager enough to want to add another 30 minutes sitting to their journey, began to bid their goodbyes to relations and shuffling towards the luggage car before disappearing aboard. Teddy watched all of the farewells with a sad smile; not wishing to deny others their given right to a cheerful and heartfelt adieu to their parents but wishing that they could somehow be more subtle and discreet. His mind turned to old photograph albums and the stories his grandmother and godfather had told him, expression glassy and smile falling from his mouth - not that the stories weren’t wonderful or the photographs uplifting. It was more that the need of such mementos highlighted the distinct absence of those who should be standing beside him at that moment, even on his last embarkation to the famous school. He did not rue his grandmother’s absence, he knew that poor health was settling upon her old bones and that if she could have managed along then she most certainly would have; nor did he feel bitter towards his godfather, who had a large family of his own to contend with.

Teddy ran a hand back through his thick, turquoise hair, sighing a subconsciously held breath, eyes cast towards the tabby cat once again, eyebrows raised at nothing. Feeling fidgety, he re-rolled the sleeves of his blue shirt and adjusted the lower hem around his waist, straightened up his belt and spun the badges on his jeans for no other reason than to occupy a nervous mind and attempt to settle his twitching toes. But to little avail, his head turning back and forth to gaze up and down the still quiet platform - although busier than before, more and more it was only parents and younger siblings gracing the worn concrete.

Unable to contain himself, he jerked his trunk into motion and set for the luggage car, needing something to occupy him. Sebastian gave an angry hiss as he was rudely awakened, pupils narrowed and eyes levelled at Teddy before settling down again, still apparently in a mood due to his captivity. The trunk, covered in stickers and marker doodles, wheeled along effortlessly behind the Gryffindor: despite being full to the brim with clothes and robes, potion ingredients and spell books, it looked no heavier than an empty shopping trolley (although, the handling was very much better).

“I‘ll rescue you soon, okay?” he muttered to the haughty Maine Coone, receiving a tail-flick in reply as he handed off his luggage to the bagman with a word of thanks, before heading back down the platform, dragging his feet with downcast eyes.

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STATUS;; DONE!
WORDS;; 738! [no codes]
NOTES;; Just thought I'd get us started... even if there are no members to speak of yet..!
TAGGS;; Open!