Gathering Hopes and Possibilites (open)

[draco lucius malfoy]

Draco walked along in behind his mother. He was pushing his own trunk on a trolly. Draco was dressed in black soft dress pants and a button down white polo style shirt. It was not long before they reached platform 9 3/4 and with a quick look around for Muggles, the family stepped through the barrier.

The Hogwarts Express was already here and there was ten minutes before it was set to leave. The air was filled with the voices of the many people on the platform and steam from the train rolled along the track, undercarriage, and platform floor. Letting the trolly come to a stop, Draco looked around. He was not one for long drawn out goodbyes and he had done this five times in the past.

He knew what to expect and therefore was not surprised when the words of advise and warning started from his mother and then was followed by the hugs and cuddling. Draco almost pulled away from this last part but then stopped himself. He decided he needed this as much as she did.

Draco nodded his head but said nothing unless he had to and even then, it was only a one word sentence if that. Normally, Lucius would have been the one to do this but... Finally it was time to board. He voiced a quick goodbye and then with his trunk, mounted the metal steps up and onto the train.

First thing he would do, he decided, was get a car, and then change into his uniform and put on his prefect badge. Then he would meet up with the other prefects to get his orders.

[elijah dominic burns]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,width: 350px; padding: 10px; background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/w6MZf.png);] just a day, just an ordinary day just trying to get by Muscles coiled in stiff tension along the expanse of his neck. Elijah pulled his luggage behind, a scowl singeing the rims of his mouth. The platform, as always, flooded with chorused goodbyes-hurried bodies rippling across. He could barely discern his mother's soft sniffing as swam through the sea of flesh, carving their own path through the disarray. After all these years you'd think the woman would manage a grip-but the tears lining the creases of a smile melted his frosty outlook. It was his final 'hurrah', the last opportunity to board the train for a new year. A budding adult in more ways than one. He fixated a stare away, allowing his mother to affectionately bid him farewell in a manner all too physical. Perhaps his own gesture of return mimicked her own forceful strength-despite the aged long experience, he always missed his mum. Awkwardly straightening himself he shook his father's hand, barely meeting his eye. With a grunted goodbye Elijah sauntered off towards the Hogwart's Express. The wheel of his trunk caught a crack, with a mighty heave Eli cast it free-the edge ran into the back of his heel eliciting a hissed swear. He bordered, seeking an empty compartment where he could be free of the mounting noise. Girls giggled, high pitched squeals echoing out. Various students huddled together blocking the path, with a wave of his wrist and snarl they broke apart. He could feel their glares heating his back. Personally Elijah was relieved to be concluding his magical education, though he'd miss the morning quidditch runs. A vein bulged within his brow. As a team Slytherin would have to work harder to steal the cup from Gryffindor-there was no way on this earth that Eli would lose at the tail end of his career. A blurred figure snagged the top line of his vision. Elijah paused in his tracks and fixated a stare upon Draco Malfoy-seeker for the Slytherin team. The kid was good but they had failed to rein a victory against their crimson rivals for far too long-no broom the boy's father bought could fix that. "Malfoy," he grumbled. words: --- - tags: open - Draco outfit: link

[draco lucius malfoy]

Draco had just found a empty area and he had opened the door when he heard his name. He glanced over his shoulder to find one of his fellow Quidditch players. Draco motioned with his head in acknowledgment. And softly replied with "Eli... Good summer?"

It was small talk. Of course Draco knew the other male. Not just through the sport but in the common room as well. He was of decent blood. Not a pure blood but not a mudblood either. So it made him okay in Draco's books. "Looking for a seat for the trip?" He asked now. If Draco had to share his car with anyone else, he would prefer it was a Slytherin.

He doubted if would be for long anyways. Crabbe and Goyle would be here soon enough. There were so many people in the hallway it was getting a bit annoying. Draco stepped into the small passenger area but left the door open if Elijah entered, fine. If not, Draco would close the door momentarily.

He pulled his robes from the trunk and then Draco moved to the racks above the seats and with a sigh, he took his wand into his hand and lifted his trunk and levitated it up and onto the rack with easy. It was heavy but with magic, the feat was nothing. Moments later, the whistle of the train blew to signal departure and then with a jerk, the floor began to vibrate as the train started forward.

[elijah dominic burns]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,width: 350px; padding: 10px; background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/w6MZf.png);] just a day, just an ordinary day just trying to get by Giving a wooden nod, Elijah said, "Good enough. You?" There really hadn't been anything overly unique concerning his summer holiday except for his father's increased disappearances. None of the family understood where he snaked off to, no one had the courage to ask. It had become an unspoken understanding. Time had allowed Elijah's own thoughts to shift and morph within the crevices of his brain, but the underlining cause of belief was not one he wished to face. Instead he pretended as though the matter bothered him little, when in fact it was of great concern. What the hell was going on? A war was threatening the wizarding community, even reaching out at the muggles, and his father was suddenly a sparse shadow. But there was rarely a dull moment beneath the Burns roof. His mother had smiled throughout the enigma of her husband's whereabouts. Slowly peering out through the corner of his eyes, Elijah assessed the bubbling crowds. Patches of his peers lined the narrow corridor. Compartments were more than likely filled by now. Like hell he was going to seat with some first overly excited first year. "Sure. Thanks." Elijah gave a tight smile of thanks and entered, dragging in his trunk. He had crammed everything into the trunk only the night before-after his mother had heckled him for a week straight. Nothing had been folded, just tossed inside and pushed down. What did it matter anyways? Magic could always smooth out any irksome wrinkles. The only object of valid importance were the pumpkin pasties that lined the top, placed properly to avoid becoming smushed. They were his favorite treat from Honeyduke's and Elijah always bought them in excess-his twin brother was always attempting to steal two or three. Stupid git. "Hope you've been keeping up," Elijah sighed, referring to quidditch. "Scarhead's good whether we like it or not." Producing a wand, Elijah waved the artifact and placed his trunk safely within a storage unit. Something seemed to catch him off guard. Turning slowly to better see his companion, Elijah screwed up his features concentrating. Something seemed off. "Bloody hell. You're white as a ghost." words: --- - tags: open - Draco outfit: link

[draco lucius malfoy]

Elijah had entered and Draco returned now to the door to close it. It slid closed smoothly in its track. "Bloody hell. You're white as a ghost." Elijah finally claimed now and Draco actually flinched for a moment. His grey eyes became sheltered for a moment and then he looked away from the other male.

There had just been so much going on right now. With the Dark Lord and his father and the ministry. Many people were afraid of the impending war but Draco knew the process leading up to the war better than most other students at Hogwarts. He swallowed hard. He could not speak. There was actually nothing that he could say without risking his and his families lives.

Slowly, Draco shook his head still not looking at Elijah. "I've just been ill..." He lied. Draco now moved to sit on one of the benches. "I've been practicing quite a bit." He said towards the earlier comment about Quidditch. He was trying to change the subject. "I think with practice and team work, we can get the cup this year."

The trees were flying by outside the window and the trolly had started through the train. When it reached their compartment, the witch opened the door. "Anything from the trolly?" She asked. Draco stood and then pulled a few coins from his pocket.

He bought three chocolate frogs and a blood pop. Draco knew the blood pops were mainly favorites of young vampires but Draco had taken a fancy to them at a young age.

"I'll need to change soon and head to the meeting." He told Eli. "But I shouldn't be long. It's just a briefing."