Event: 003 - Blog Posts

It was strange, to be back on the Express after so many years. Nostalgia almost overwhelmed her at times, passing by the prefect compartment and the trolley, memories flooding in of a time when she’d still been insulated from just how strongly the wells of blood prejudice ran. Pen wasn’t really one to steel herself with alcohol, but she was going to be on this train for hours and didn’t particularly want to be so tense the whole trip. Making her way to the bar, she sat down in the first stool she saw, only turning when she heard a familiar voice. 

Penelope frowned at Callum, running a hand over her skirt (and a skirt she quite liked, too!). “You’re in fine form today,” she told him, eyebrow raised questioningly. 

Callum loved being back on the train, it reminded him of his years roaming the corridors looking for people to bully, it was too fun, he’d have already taken 50 points off Gryffindor before they’d even reached the halfway point of their journey. Unfortunately, he had no points to take away now, so he had to find other means of entertainment, like the lounge car, after all, there was only so many times that you could tell Percy Weasley that his hair looks greasy today. He was waiting for someone to come along that might peak his interest, but no one had yet, until someone sat down next to him. 

“I must say, their selection of drinks isn’t quite up to my satisfaction, but I’m sure it’ll do you just fine,” he smirked over at them, studying what they were wearing. “Did no one tell you to dress to impress?”