{back.to.school.again} Valentine && Others

[Bellatrix Malfoy]

[Lotte]

A small, quiet step off of the platform and Valentine was once more on his way to Hogwarts. With only a swift nod to his father, he departed from his 'family' for yet another year, his last. The seventeen year old was quite pleased for the end of his schooling to come and boarded the train averagly contented with the year seemingly ahead of him.

Already proudly sporting his Slytherin robes, he prefered not to have to change on the train. That was much too much of an effort after all. Slowly, he made his way down the train in search of a compartment he had occupied every year since his first trip to Hogwarts. Tradition was something he put firm belief in and so wasn't about to go back on it now.

Being quite early always served as an advantage to him, that way he would rarely have to remove any persons from his compartment and could have a good few peaceful moments before being disturbed. On this occasion, that was not to be the case but he was yet to discover such a change and would not do so for at least another twenty seconds.

Making his way purposefully down the corridors of the train, he hastened to push aside a terrified looking first year before finally reaching that familiar compartment, breathing a minor sigh of relief as he reached for the door. He hesistated for a moment, seeing the figure inside the compartment but entered reguardless.

Inside sat a young Miss Bellatrix Malfoy, a good friend of Valentine's whom he was not about to attempt to kick out. He smilied a brief welcome to the girl and turnt to place his luggage on one of the long racks above his head.

"How unexpected Miss Malfoy," He began, taking a seat opposite the influential young woman, "And to what do I owe this pleasure?"

[Bellatrix Malfoy]

[/i] annoying, she would remain in this content state for a while. The female's chocolate gaze skimmed over the male, taking in his apperance, nothing the way he'd changed over the summer. Nothing too drastic, just a few minor tweaks.

"So what brings you to bask in my glory by sititng there, hey?"

She asked, letting a small laugh slip through her curved lips. As she spoke, Trixie extended one leg, and stretched it out to nudge Valentine gently on the knee. She was quite comfortable in the males company, so there was no real need to sand on ceremony with him. Besides, after the various incidents that had occured between the piar, they were quite familar with eachother, and a simple touch was nothign really. Not that Bellatrix would have cared if that gentle nudge was something that mattered, she wanted to do it, so she did. Simple as.
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[Lotte]

"Did you not get the memo?" Valentine asked mock surprised, his eyes widening and a small smirk reaching his lips as he felt Bellatrix's foot nudge his knee. Sparing a quick glance out of the window he noticed the dull, unsuprising weather for the first time, pitty.

"This is, after all, my compartment," he said in tone which suggested that she really ought to know that. "And there really isn't enough room for both my glory and yours... How was I to know that you didn't come along to steal some of mine anyway?"

Yes he was in a strange mood today and much like Trixie, was quite contented in the moment. It might take something extraordinary for him to lose it at this particular moment in time.

[Bellatrix Malfoy]

[Lotte]

ooc: If that was icky then every single one of my posts is worse than icky. -.-;

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"Why Miss Malfoy," Valentine gasped slightly, bringing a hand up onto his chest around about where he imagined his heart to be, mock horror in his tone, "I am shocked and appauled."

His eyebrows were now raised in the same fashion as hers and his face broke into a soft smirk, "I do believe you're flirting with me! And if not then well-" He paused to roll his eyes, "-you are a most inappropriate young lady."

The humour in his words was irony for shameless flirting was something the two very often took to in their hours of bordem spent together. It was a marvellous way to pass the time after all.

[Bellatrix Malfoy]

[/i] do such a thing. I'm not that type of girl."

It had to be said, if Bellatrix wasn't pure-blooded, evil and all the rest, she could have made a magnificant actress. In this scenario, the little charade was clearly false but Bellatrix was more than capable of portryaing innocence and was rather skilled at it. Howeer, she didn't hold this pose for long and her hand return to her leg, brushing an invisable speck of dirt from her chest as she did so.

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[Foster]

"And don't forget to write!"
"Are you taking the piss out of my mother Wood?"

The station wasn't yet full, they were still slightly early. Several families bustled about. Draco Malfoy was stood watching them closely, absently patting a hysterical woman on the back. They were surrounded by a string of Death Eaterly friends though, and Cobalt was confident that her mother had managed to pull off decent Disillusionment Charms.

"What if I am Weasley?" the male voice retorted, and Cobalt broke into a grin. Oliver was stood hands on hips, ignoring his own mother's weeping with dignity. His father was talking animatedly to someone about Quidditch league tables, and in the background Cobalt's father could be heard complaining loudly about how he couldn't see the point of apparating or driving down to London, to go back and hear his daughter getting out at the station two minutes away from her house six or seven hours after she left it.

"Love you mum." Cobalt hadn't bothered to reply to Oliver, and was instead attempting to calm her mother down. "I'll write as soon as I get there."
"The very second?" Hermione sniffed. Ron could be seen rolling his eyes in the background, and behind him were her numerous sisters, all clamouring for money.
"The very second." She didn't look at Oliver, who, she knew, always viewed these annual goodbyes as the 'best entertainment all year'.

Then, tearing away from her mother, she grabbed her dark school robes from on top of her trunk, and Oliver heaved it onto the train, much to the flabbergastation of her dad, who always lifted everyone's trunks on. It made him feel needed. She helped pull his on too, and he threw his robes at her, which she managed to catch.
"Is Moony here yet?" he asked loudly, looking around the station.
"Like hell is she here. Y'know Lupin's got a thing about arriving after Malfoy's gone. It's the same with Uncle Harry and Aunt Ginny. Why do you think Prongs is never on the train until thirty seconds to the hour?"
"Mmm..." was the response Oliver dignified.

Cobalt rolled her eyes, and her dad recovered from his state of apparent shock long enough to warn her to remember to write. ("You know she times and averages the length it takes for an owl to reach Hogsmeade")

"Are we going?" Oliver asked. He'd climbed over the trunks, and had only just realised they were causing a small hold up.
"Hang on. You coming sis?" she asked to no one in particular. When no one replied after a second, she turned around and started dragging her trunk.
"Why they bloody would anyway, it's not like any of them are new..." she muttered, referring to her mother's insistence she should ask whether any of her siblings wanted to sit with her.

There was silence as they both peered into compartments, looking for one they could sit in.
"Oh."
"Oh what?" she asked suspiciously. "Oh yeah, your sister's starting this year!"
"Oh god yeah! But that wasn't what I was oweing about."

Cobalt was bewildered.
"What were you 'ohing' about?"
"The fact that we've lost that god ugly rat of mine."
"He'll turn up."
"Really?"
"Yeah, he always does. He always runs off on the train."
"Yeah, but this is the first time he's run into that compartment."

Oliver pointed, and Cobalt pressed her face against the glass, before swearing loudly. "How fond were you of that rat?" she asked.
"Immensely," he stated emphatically.
"Enough for you to be willing to go in there and risk your life?"
"No. But enough for you to go in there and risk yours."
"No. I am not going into a compartment with Malfoy and..." she checked to see who else it was, "Valentin-"
"Who the hell's Valentine?"
"Zabini." She was already kicking herself for her mistake.
""How do you know he's called Valentine?" Olvier asked suspiciously, looming over her.

"Er... Just heard it in passi-woah!"

He'd pushed her in. Closign her eyes momentarily, she opened them, and smiled at the two people in the compartment, before standing on the seat next to the Malfoy girl and boosting herself onto the luggage rack to see whether he was on there.

[Bellatrix Malfoy]

[Lotte]

A reply forming on Valentine's lips he only halted himself upon seeing another entering his compartment. Ready to remove the intruder by verbal means, he noticed who it was shook his head exasperatedly. This girl was even less welcome than most.

Sparing a short look at Bellatrix who was already addressing the annoyance, he narrowed his eyes in agreement with her. Then, turning back to Cobalt he soon noticed that she was observing some very peculiar behaviour.

"What the hell do you think you're doing Weasley?" He piped up at the end of Bellatrix’s insult, smirking a little. He scowled appropriately up at the girl who was by now on the luggage rack opposite him. He knew she was deviant but really... what was she playing at?

Casting a glance outside of the compartment door he soon became aware that she wasn't alone. Her trusty sidekick was there, as ever and Valentine hastened to send the on looking Oliver a particularly heartfelt look of disgust.

[Foster]

Oliver pulled a spectacular face back, and gestured somewhat rudely to him, his hand clenched on the side of the door, ready to come in if neccessary. Cobalt ignored everyone. The rat wasn't there. Ducking her head she made a squatted leap across to the other luggage racks, her foot connecting with something solid as she did so.
"Oops."

She hung her head over the rails and grinned apologetically at Valentine, noting how adorable he looked when angered. Then her smile widened when she saw a bald tail beneath his feet.

Tumbling forward, she landed on his lap, picked herself up, brushed herself down, and then, parting his legs, dived between them under the seat, scrabbling for the rat.
"Gotcha!" She backed out, clenching a very fat rat by the tail. Oliver hadn't been joking when he called it ugly. It was the most hideous speciman of a rat, and had been bought by Cobalt for Oliver on particularly that merit.

It was a joke, but he'd kept it.

[Lotte]

Valentine stifled a groan of pain as Cobalt’s foot came crashing down into his ribcage. He was fine, nothing was broken but the same could not be said for Cobalt who he was about ready to hex into oblivion.

His next efforts to get up onto his feet faltered as Cobalt toppled onto his lap, restricting him from all movement. Just beginning to push her off and she was gone, possibly faster than he'd ever seen anyone move. A jolly good job too.

After the girl had dived under the seat beneath him he had had quite enough and was already drawing his wand from his jacket pocket as he jumped to his feet.

Bringing his free arm down with a thud, he planted his hand heavily on Cobalt's shoulder in an attempt to hoist her upwards. "You know Weasley. If you'd have asked nicely, we may have given you your little rat back." He spat, his eyes narrowing.

"But as it happens, you were really quite impolite in your invasion," he continued, now poking her in the back with his wand, "And I'm not so sure you deserve to leave here unscathed."

[Foster]

Cobalt rolled her eyes, looking up at the boy in front of her, shaking her shoulder in a desperate attempt to free it. She hadn't appreciated being dragged up. In fact, it was something she disliked a lot. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the door burst open and Oliver leap in.

This caused her to roll her eyes again. He'd just aggravate the situation, and yes, it was brave of him, chivalrous even, one of the reasons he was in Gryffindor, but it was also Hufflepuff stupid. Hufflepuff wasn't a house Cobalt had ever held high in her estimation.

It seemed she had inherited everything from her father. She was the only one of her sisters who hadn't even been considered for Ravenclaw. Certainly, she was clever when she wanted to be, but if she wasn't naturally good at a subject, then she instantly turned into one of the most hellish pupils in existence.

Oliver, she knew, had nearly been placed in Hufflepuff, much to his disgust. Her mother had told her her deep dislike of other houses was similar to that of Slytherin. She chose not to tell her mother she had nearly been placed in Slytherin; there was no need to worry her mother further. But now, looking up into Valentine's eyes, a traitorous part of her mind began wondering whether maybe, if she had been placed in Slytherin, whether she might have had a chance.

Shaking her head furiously to rid herself of the thought, she glanced at Oliver, whose fist was clenched over his wand, fully prepared to hex into oblivion for her. But would he if he knew what she was thinking. Maybe. Maybe not. Oliver put her back into perspective, and she pulled out her own wand.
"Like hell would you have given Scabbers back," she snarled. Scabbers had been her idea. Oliver hadn't liked it, thinking it would prove disrespectful to Remus and Harry, but she'd insisted upon it.

She flicked her wand dismissively, and shrugged.
"If you let me go Zabini, I won't jinx you." This was the closest to backing down Cobalt ever came, and it wasn't a stage she liked being at. Oliver spluttered in disagreement, the laughter gone from his eyes, his facial features harsh as he glared at Zabini.

He knew why she was backing down. Of course he knew. He might be academically stupid, but he wasn't in any other area. The fact that Cobalt seemed to nurse a soft spot for the bastard made him boil inside. Five minutes into the train journey, it hadn't even left, and he'd given up all hope of this year being the year Cobalt would fall into his arms. And he hated Zabini for ruining this for him. Again.

"Trifcus Totlus". His anger made the spell incomprehensible, and he watched in dismay as Cobalt leapt smartly out of the way of the fire shooting from his wand. Well that was great. He'd thrown the first hex. He was going down.

Ooc;

Awful I know.

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[Lotte]

ooc: Before I reply... I would like to take a moment to say-
Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwh.
I love you Oliver.
;]

Ok- All done.
x]


Oh and Cassie-
Did you want to reply before I did, since you haven't had a chance yet?