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Grace Decides To Ride The Train
Author: Julian Valentine
Date: 10-07-15 14:38
Earlier this morning Briar had asked Grace yet again, "Are you sure you want to ride the train?"
Not five minutes later when Julian and the twins arrived at the bakery he'd asked the same question.
Neither Briar nor he are opposed to Grace riding the train. Caerwyn did a few times over the years, especially on his first day as an official Hogwarts student. Both have asked multiple times wanting to be sure it's what Grace really wants and because both are still somewhat concerned about the trauma Vanessa put the children through. Julian doesn't know why he's so worried still when Grace hasn't shown being all that adversely affected. When the trauma is on display it's in the form of her expressing anger at Vanessa, being more protective of Xavier and Jasmine, and expressing more concern than usual for Caerwyn as if she's worried his head injury might still be an issue.
When Julian asked the question again so soon after Briar had, Grace had pursed her lips and leveled a look at her parents. "First day of school. First chance to ride the Hogwarts Express. Yes, I want to ride it. Besides, Oliver will be there and Rand said he sort of wants to ride too so he'll probably be there. Edwina. Albert. Libby... "
Julian had raised his hand. "We get it. You don't have to name every person you can think of who's a first year now."
Standing now on Platform 9 3/4, pushing the cart loaded with Grace's trunk and a cat carrier with new kitten Lemon Drop, named partially because of her bright, lemony color. Briar has Jasmine and Caerwyn, who said he couldn't miss seeing Grace off on her first day, has Xavier by the hand. Grace, carrying the day pack that will soon serve as her bookbag, skips along, calling out to others she knows.
They're on the early side so Grace easily finds a free compartment where she hopes some of her friends will soon be joining her. She follows everyone back out to the platform, giving kisses and hugs all around. Briar asks, "You have the goodies I made for you?" Julian follows on the heels of this with, "And money for something to drink from the trolley?"
"In my pack," is the reply to both questions. "Are you going to stay until the train leaves?"
Nods all around with Julian saying, "Wouldn't miss it."
They stay near the steps nearest the compartment where they left her things, engaging in various conversations with other arrivals and their families. At one point Caerwyn walks the twins up and down the length of the train, Xavier in particular fascinated with the engine and different cars.
Some of the adults talk quietly about yesterday's attack at the Ministry of Magic. A number express concern over the train's safety and said they'd thought about just showing up this afternoon in Hogsmeade. Seeing that there's more security about the platform and being told that there will be increased security on the train itself, mollified a number of them.
Looking about Julian can't help but wonder how many here lost someone yesterday. He sees a number of drawn faces, some tears here and there but has no idea if any of it's related to a lost or injured loved one or simply not being happy about school starting.
The time goes by faster than he expected and soon Grace is waving through the open window of her compartment as the train prepares to pull out of King's Cross Station.
With Blair and Maud
Author: Susan Fricks
Date: 10-07-15 14:44
Just like the very first time she had to board the Hogwarts Express, Susan couldn't help feeling anxious. She looked around platform 9 and ¾ in search for Blair and Maud. She wanted to board the train and have a compartment for herself and her friends, who would now be starting their very first year at Hogwarts. At the same time she wanted to greet Patricia and Titus, whom she hadn't seen during the entire summer, although she had sent a postcard to each of them.
Andrina waited next to Susan and her parents. Her sister seemed a bit tense, as she looked around, not for her friends but for possible Death Eaters. They had heard the news of the attack last night on the radio and Susan was intelligent enough to know how serious such news was. However when the morning arrived, the attack to the Ministry of Magic had vanished from her mind, but not from Andrina's.
"There's Blair!" Susan exclaimed when she spotted her cousin.
Blair Hazelton approached the group, pushing her trolley with her luggage. Behind her was her father, Daniel. He greeted his sister and brother in law, as well as his two nieces. Daniel explained to Susan's father that he told his wife, Victoria, to stay at home with their other child, Dean. He decided not to have a big group coming to the train station, just in case. The Fricks nodded in agreement and told them that Rose had stayed home with Marius' mother. Susan wasn't liking the way the adults were talking. Almost everyone in the platform had serious expression on their faces and seemed to act with extra careful, always looking around their back, their wands close.
Last year Susan had been reluctant to board the train but now she insisted on doing so right away, not wanting to stay any longer at the platform. She said goodbye to her parents and uncle, assuring her mother that she would write home often. When they entered the Hogwarts Express, Andrina turned to the right, and the girls' left.
Maud was already inside one of the compartments and she made sign for the two girls to join her. The train started to move the moment they had finished storing their luggage. Buttercup jumped to Susan's lap.
"We are finally here!" Blair said with a smile, turning to the window. "I want to be the first to see the castle!"
"You can't see it from the train," Susan explained.
Blair looked away from the glass a bit disappointed. But she seemed to forget about that when she showed Maud and Susan her new wand. Soon Maud was showing hers as well and they were all very excited about the spells they were going to be able to cast. Susan didn't share the same enthusiasm as them, since she had been casting spells for a year now.
"So, are you going to tell us how the students are sorted into the houses?" Blair asked.
Susan shook her head, negatively. As much as she wanted to tell Blair and Maud about the Sorting Hat, she thought it would be better to leave that a mystery for a few more hours.
"It's all random," Maud spoke.
"No it's not, " Susan said. "You'll see when you get there. I just hope you two end up in Ravenclaw like me!"
Settled on the Train
Author: Jordan Thompson
Date: 10-07-15 18:09
"I'm seriously nervous about the sorting ceremony. I mean, what if I end up in Slytherin..." Jordan said as she dropped down into the seat of the compartment, Lancelot her ocicat curling up in her lap once she was settled.
"I doubt you'll end up in Slytherin. Stop stressing about it, and seriously if I have to listen to you moan and groan about the possibility I might suffocate you before we get there..." Jacob said, before sticking his tongue out at her.
Jordan huffed and stuck her tongue out at him in return, before petting Lancelot who purred and batted at the pages of the book open against her knees as she was turned, her back against the wall with her feet up on the seat against the arm rest. Essie was seated next to her, and currently engrossed in the current issue of Teen Witch or some other magazine she'd brought with her for the train ride.
"So, I've heard the stories about the feast, do you really think that there will be that much food?" Jacob said, grinning. Already, he ate more than Jordan and Essie combined and the prospect of an abundance of food was something that pleased him greatly.
"More than likely, I am not even sure how much I'm going to eat. Though, I'm considering limiting my trolley purchases so I can try a little of everything at the feast...I've no intention of falling into food coma my first night in the castle," Jordan said, looking up from her book.
She flicked her gaze away from her friends and out into the corridor which was still filled with students finding friends, claiming seats in corridors and ultimately getting settled for the ride to the station in Hogsmeade. It was pretty easy to pick out the first years, those that were most nervous and uncertain about things. While, the returning students had already found friends and were currently chatting and joking easily enough.
Lancelot rumbled slightly as the door to their compartment slid open and a head poked in, "Oh, sorry was looking for a friend of mine." All that was said, before the door was slid shut once more and the trio were left alone for the time being.
Send Off with Dad
Author: Araxie Loren
Date: 10-07-15 18:29
"Seriously Dad, why couldn't we have met up with Nichole and her parents this morning?"
Daniel sighed, shaking his head. "Simply because I wanted to be the one to take you to Kings Cross this morning. It is the first year I am around to do it. I'm sorry you didn't get to meet up with Nichole this morning, but I wanted this morning to be just the two of us."
Araxie sighed, but she honestly couldn't blame him for wanting to be the one to see her off this morning. He hadn't had the chance since he'd gotten out of Azkaban, and honestly she was glad it was him that was taking her to the station and it was just the two of them.
They'd had breakfast at their favorite little place that was within walking distance of his flat, before heading to the station. Once they were through the barrier that allowed them to join the chaos that was Platform 9 3/4, they quickly got her things loaded on the train.
"Remember to owl me as soon as you can, your aunt and uncle as well," Daniel said giving his daughter a hug and pressing a kiss to the top of her head.
"I will Dad, I'll send owls out once I am settled and will let either of you know if I'm out of something or forgot something once I'm unpacked and settled into my room again," Araxie said with a grin and hugged him tight. She'd enjoyed spending time with him this summer, and was looking forward to having him come visit her at school.
Messenger bag slung over her shoulder, she boarded the train and began weaving through the packed corridor peeking into compartments hunting for Nichole. She'd poked her head into one compartment that looked as though it had a trio of first years in it, apologized and slid the door shut again.
She'd taken two steps from that particular compartment before she heard her name. A grin spread across her lips, as she ducked into the compartment and dropped down in the seat near the window, letting her messenger bag settle on the seat beside her.
A moment later she was giving her best friend a tight hug, "I think I can get behind dad being the one to bring me to the station for the rest of the time I'm at Hogwarts, though I do miss having breakfast with you guys and Charline and Matt."
"I know it, breakfast was strangely quiet because the pair of us weren't chattering away," Nichole said with a giggle before sinking into the seat and sighing.
"Another year is about to start, and I can't wait. At least this year we can both go to the village together instead of me sending you with a list of things to bring back to me," Nichole said, before pulling a book out of her bag.
"I know it!"
The girls fell into a companionable silence, Araxie already pulling her sketchpad and charcoals out while Nichole turned her attention to the book she'd brought...though knowing Nichole there was at least one or two more books in her bag to keep her occupied on the journey to the station in Hogsmeade.
Kaycee - New and Nervous
Author: Lee Sickleby
Date: 10-07-15 18:34
Kaycee Sickleby sat in a compartment on the Hogwarts Express with a bunch of strangers, though they all seemed to know each other, even the only other first year in the bunch. She supposed it lucky that he was related to two of the older girls, because that meant that he automatically knew somebody at his new school. Kaycee didn't have any family at Hogwarts and didn't know anybody at all.
It was her idea to attend Hogwarts, though. Her aunt and uncle would have been happy to continue her homeschooling, particularly in light of yesterday's events. The ten year anniversary of the attack on Diagon Alley had turned out tragic for so many, but miraculously, nobody in the Sickleby family had died this time. Cousin Lee, who worked at the Ministry of Magic, had taken the day off to conduct wedding planning with his soon-to-be wife. It would seem that he'd picked the perfect day to not report to the office.
The others in the compartment were talking about what happened yesterday. One of the girls––Tessa––had almost not gotten on the train this morning because her guardian was in a bad state at St. Mungo's Hospital. Out of everyone in the compartment, she was the second quietest in the group.
The three siblings, Alys, Blakeney, and Conrad, didn't appear affected by yesterday's tragedy, nor did the other boy in the compartment, Chip. Chip seemed adamant about joining law enforcement so that he could "catch the bad guys" and "lock them in Azkaban and throw away the key". Blakeney stared at him in awe.
Alys looked over at Kaycee and cleared her throat. "Let's change the subject, okay? I'm sure Tessa doesn't want to talk about this anymore, considering everything, and Kaycee looks as white as a sheet. Are you okay?" This last was addressed at Kaycee directly.
She nodded her head vigorously and squeaked, "Yes."
Alys smiled at her and said, "Don't worry, Kaycee. Hogwarts is supposed to be one of the safest places on earth, and once you get there, you'll never want to leave. Trust me, you're going to like it there!"
Kaycee smiled weakly at Alys and then looked around the compartment at the others. They were all nodding and smiling, even Tessa, who had plenty not to smile about just then. Kaycee started to relax a little, but she still couldn't help but be nervous about starting at Hogwarts. It was her first time away from home, and she had lived a very sheltered life.
But, going to Hogwarts was her decision. It was scary, but it was also an adventure!
(Belinda) Aboard the Hogwarts Express
Author: Sophie McCourt
Date: 10-08-15 14:38
Both Sophie and Patricia had offered to escort Belinda to a compartment with other first years, so she could start cultivating new friendships. But Belinda did not like the idea of her older sisters presenting her to the other students, so she thanked both of them and carried on alone with her luggage, in search for an empty compartment. Most of them were very crowded, mostly with older students.
Right at the tail of the train, Belinda found a quiet compartment with only one boy inside. She entered without asking permission and put her trunk in its right place. Then she sat on the seat opposite to the boy, who by now was looking at her with curiosity. His eyes got fixed on the toad inside the plastic container that Belinda placed next to her. When she looked at him, he looked away, pretending to be contemplating the view outside the window. None of them said a word, but they looked at each other whenever they thought the other one wasn't looking. It seemed they were both shy enough to initiate a conversation.
The door of the compartment opened and tall student appeared, already wearing the school robes. Belinda recognized the Gryffindor lion on his robes, as well as badge that indicated he was a prefect.
"I see you found a place to sit," the prefect told to the boy. "I need to go, the meeting at the prefect's carriage is about to start. I just wanted to make sure you were already installed."
"Will you come back once the meeting is over?" the younger boy asked, with a supplicant tone, filled with hope.
"Not right away, Hercules. I must patrol the train…I'll see you when we approach Hogsmeade," and with a short wave the prefect left, closing the door behind him.
"My brother, Achilles," the boy named Hercules said. "He's a jerk most of the times."
Belinda couldn't help to smile. Hercules had just read her mind: she had found the Gryffindor prefect too pompous and mean for not wanting to spend some time with his brother, during such important day.
"Are you a first year?" she asked Hercules. He nodded. "I'm a first year too. My name is Belinda McCourt."
"Hercules. Hercules Sims. Your toad…what does it do?"
"Not much. But she keeps me company."
"The toad is a she?!"
"Yes. Her name is Honoria. I named her after my stepmother."
Hercules took another look to the toad.
"I bet you don't like your stepmother very much."
"You're right. She calls me Linda. She thinks it's sweet. I hate it."
Belinda's relationship with Honoria was everything but pleasant. Sophie had accepted their stepmother in their lives, even if she didn't really love her, and was polite around her. Patricia worshiped her and she always wanted Honoria's attention and approval. But Belinda loathed her. She wasn't rude or anything because her parents had taught her good manners, but she didn't make things easier for Honoria. She would always seat as far from her as she could during family meals, and she treated her with a cold distance, the same sort of treatment you give to people you cannot stand but you must respect.
"I promise never to call you that," Hercules gently replied.
Belinda adjusted her glasses that were slipping down her nose and thanked him. He was nice. She asked him if he had any house preference.
"Gryffindor like Achilles. Or Slytherin, which was my parents' house. Right now I wouldn't mind ending up in Slytherin just to annoy my brother. Imagine his face!" Both of them laughed imagining Achilles' face just finding out his brother became a Slytherin. "What about you?"
"I'm not sure. Maybe Hufflepuff or Ravenclaw, because of my sisters." Belinda then explained to Hercules all about her sisters. "It would be nice to have one of them close."
Hercules nodded, understanding what she was saying. They continued their conversation, getting to know each other and talking about all sorts of things. When Achilles came to check on Hercules earlier than he had promised, he was dismissed right away, because he was having a good time with Belinda and he didn't need his brother around anymore.
Not Ready (Hydrangea & Glori)
Author: Phinfilius
Date: 10-08-15 18:39
Hydrangea collapses onto the seat next to Glori. "Officially seventh years. I'm not ready."
Glori scrunches up her face. "When did this come on? Last night you were fine. Before we boarded the train you seemed fine. Same in the prefects meeting."
Hydrangea puts a hand to her chest and sounds a little breathless. "It's all just now sinking in. I, I mean we, have to start giving serious thought to the rest of our lives. We have NEWTs. Our schedules are crammed. We have clubs. You have Quidditch. When are we ever going to sleep?"
"Could be worse. We could have had to have a good idea of what we wanted as careers back in fourth year when looking towards fifth year and OWLs and then in fifth year having to decide what NEWT level classes to take. St. Emrys and the universities around the world that have come after allow us extra time," Glori points out.
Lon Irwin comes into the compartment grumbling about when the trolley will begin its rounds. Hydrangea reaches for her bag, offering him a caramel popcorn ball. "Fanks," he says after he's got a mouthful. "Wah ells ooo hab?"
Snickering, Glori offers up a bag of tropical fruit flavored jellies in the shapes of different types of fish. Calliope Quinn enters just in time to snag a few from the packet before Lon's able to eat them all. She immediately kicks off her shoes. "On my way to the loo my feet got trampled by some firsties playing tag. Jasper was right behind me and threatened to have their houses start off with negative points before the train even arrives," she says with a chuckle.
"Talking about me behind my back, eh?" Jasper says from the doorway.
Hydrangea grins. "I know you're head boy and all but how can you threaten negative points for a first year's house when none of them have houses yet?"
"I'm sure it can be done but I wouldn't swear to that. They don't know that yet. My pack is just there. Hand me the bottle of water from it, please?" Hydrangea retrieves the bottle and tosses it to Jasper. "Thanks! Off to finish my patrol shift."
Over the next hour several others come and go, most of them seventh years. Hydrangea and Glori lose track of the comings and going for awhile after that as they both start their turns as prefects patrolling the Hogwarts Express, Hydrangea trying to not get herself worked up again over how constantly busy this school year's going to be.
Working Overtime
Author: Hermione Granger
Date: 10-08-15 18:40
Hermione sank onto the sofa in the staff room and let out a deep sigh. She'd been at work since yesterday morning, when all hell broke loose at the Ministry of Magic and the emergency ward suddenly found itself flooded with injured, dying, and sometimes dead patients. The work became endless, as well as frantic, stressful, and devastating.
On top of it all, Hermione had worried for her family members and friends at the Ministry. She feared that it would be Ron or Harry brought in on a gurney, badly hurt or on the brink of death. Luckily, the only time she saw either of them was when they came to St. Mungo's to check on colleagues or on the few Death Eaters who'd been captured and were being held in a secure ward while in recovery from their injuries.
Hermione knew some of her patients personally, such as Mundungus Fletcher, who had reported to the Ministry after receiving a patronus message from Tonks. He'd taken a bad spell to his side and had had a wound that wouldn't stop bleeding. The healers treating him had performed a miracle and staunched the wound, but Dung was still in bad shape. He was expected to survive, however.
"Weasley, we could use a little help out here." The plea came from another healer in the emergency ward, who popped her head in and out of the staff room as quick as she could.
Hermione hastened to her feet. She pushed open the door and followed her coworker to a nearby room, where one of the patients from yesterday's massacre was thrashing around in his bed. He was having a seizure. Hermione and the other healers worked to stabilize him, and after a great deal of effort, they succeeded. The wizard sank peacefully into his pillow and mattress. If only it had been his first seizure. Whatever spell had landed him in St. Mungo's had set off seizures every so often, and this most recent one was probably not his last. It was a miracle he got out of the Ministry alive.
Hermione had a feeling he might not survive his time at St. Mungo's, not unless they could figure out how to reverse the spell used against him. She wondered what the death toll was currently, and what it would turn out to be in a few days or weeks when the worst-off patients succumbed to their injuries.
She also hadn't been to the Ministry of Magic to see what the destruction looked like and hadn't had much time to pick up a newspaper or hear a firsthand account from those who had been there in the aftermath. Hermione could only imagine the devastation.
Just when she thought she might catch another minute-long break and perhaps get an owl off to Molly to check on Rose, a nurse called her over to assist with another patient suffering a relapse from injuries sustained during yesterday's attack. Hermione jumped back into action, not even able to think about when she might get a break or better yet, a nap!
(Aderyn) Train Ride
Author: Cai Pembroke Carter
Date: 10-09-15 18:06
The compartment was quiet despite the conversation going on around her. There were voices missing from the familiar sounds of the trip to Hogsmeade Station that made Aderyn uneasy. Never had she been in a school without at least one of her siblings, and now at Hogwarts she was the only one - Cai and Angharad had finished last year, Broderick the year before.
Currently she was curled up on the seat in the compartment, the Daily Prophet open in her lap as she read the articles, most of which were focused on the attack at the ministry yesterday. She didn't understand why there was so much hatred, why the Death Eaters had such a desire to ruin all that was right in the world simply because it was so different from their own view of things.
With a frustrated sigh, she pushed the paper off to the side and closed her eyes. She was just thankful that no one in her family had been at the Ministry yesterday - her heart ached for those who did not yet know the fate of their loved ones, for those that had lost loved ones from injuries trying to defend the Ministry from the attack.
The compartment went quiet briefly, when the door opened and a prefect poked her head in stating that the train would soon be pulling into the station and it was time to get their robes on. Aderyn pushed herself up and pulled her robe from her messenger bag, a light smile upon her lips as she dawned the garment over her clothes.
She turned to look out the window, a light smile dancing upon her lips as the station's lights slowly came into view. She was looking forward to the Start of Term feast, watching the first years go through their sorting ceremony, and find place among their houses for the school year.
Ambrosia, her pygmy puff perched on her shoulder and Aderyn settled once more into the seat as the conversation around her turned to classes, the upcoming school year and she even joined in, delighting in the conversation that took her mind off of everything. Her remaining years at Hogwarts could be her own, without her siblings, and if needed she could always owl them for advice.
Lesson Learned: Jelly Beans Can't Be Trusted
Author: Rylee
Date: 10-09-15 18:37
"I am so not looking forward to OWLs at the end of the year," Rylee groaned her head resting on Raz's shoulder.
He rolled his eyes and shook his head, "You are seriously stressing about the end of the year when this one has not yet even truly begun?"
Rylee laughed, it was an easy sound that filled the compartment and drew Etana and Caroline's attentions briefly from their conversation.
"I always stress when my grades are quite a priority to my parents - even though they are divorced, they still have a demand upon seeing their youngest daughter succeed and achieve perfection in all of her coursework," Rylee said with an impish grin before plucking a jelly bean from the bag opened between them.
The moment the bean touched her tongue she fought the urge to wretch, teeth biting into the sugary confection that was tainted with something vile. Vomit or something equally disgusting had now filled her mouth and she flailed, grasping for the bottle of water she'd been drinking. A couple of sips and she found it wasn't enough.
"Drink this," Caroline said between giggles as she handed Rylee a bottle of pumpkin juice.
A couple swigs of the pumpkin juice and the majority of the disgusting taste was washed from her tongue. She passed the bottle back and closed the expanse of the bag of jelly beans.
"Remind me again to never reach blindly into a bag of Berties, for my own safety," she said, which sent another wave of laughter through the compartment.
A knock upon the door, before one of the prefects looked within the chamber alerting them to the fact that it was time to get their things gathered and into their robes as they'd be reaching the station soon.
The compartment was soon enough cleaned and left devoid of touches from the students within it - messenger bags and things packed with items that had been used for entertainment on the trip from Kings Cross to Hogsmeade. School robes were soon dawned - bearing the colors of Slytherin and Ravenclaw.
Cleaning Up [Cameron]
Author: Kissy Isuki
Date: 10-09-15 18:53
Slumping in a chair, Cameron surveys the amount of cleanup still to do within the area he can see. He visibly shudders at the thought of how much there is throughout the Ministry of Magic. Dotty Quirk eases into a mostly intact chair, wincing a little. She has a very slight fracture to a couple of ribs as well as a slew of cuts, scrapes, and bruises. Normally, the ribs would already be healed and Dotty would have been told avoid stressing those ribs for a couple of days while the newly bone strengthens. With so many injured in yesterday's attack Dotty's hairline fractures puts her low on the list for Skele-Gro. She's still waiting for an owl telling her to come to St. Mungo's to get some.
Cameron gives her a tight smile. "If I thought Hogwarts had extra I'd get Kissy to send some."
Dotty needs to explanation of what specifically he's talking about. She nods once. "Thank you. I'm sure Hogwarts and anywhere else with a store of certain potions have sent what they could to St. Mungo's." She runs a hand over her tired eyes before saying aloud what many others have thought, and some have even discussed. "I had no idea Fairchild had amassed that many followers."
"I can't believe Connell was one of them," he says of Connell Norton, one of his closest friends on the Accidental Magic Reversal Squad.
"I never would have suspected. You were closer with him than I was. Did he ever give a hint his loyalties lie elsewhere?"
"Never, or not that I ever picked up on."
"When the inquiries start you'll probably be asked."
"I know and I've trying to think of anything at all he said or did around me these last weeks and months that might have served as a clue but so far nothing."
He caps the bottle of water he'd been sipping on since sitting down. "Got to get off my arse and back to the cleaning. I need to get out of here, if possible, to attend Start of Term Feast at Hogwarts with Kissy."
Dotty, looking like she might nod off at any moment despite sitting in a chair and being uncomfortable with stiffness, soreness, and the pain from her ribs, grimly smiles. "If you end up being late or missing it altogether, at least you know she won't hold it against you under the circumstances."
"Sadly, yes."
Cameron leaves Dotty to return to clearing debris, fixing furniture and fixtures that can be fixed, and keeping an eye out for more bodies. Some areas of the Ministry were harder hit than others and even in those that weren't, there are spots where the debris is thick and deep enough that every now and then someone is found buried. A few had been alive but most are dead. Working against the clock to find others who might still be alive has added an extra level of stress to the cleanup. At least being able to use magic helps immensely. He doesn't know how Muggle manage in catastrophes when time is literally running out for victims not yet found.
Reaching the area of cubicles where he's left off when he took his break, Cameron finds himself wincing a little from his own, thankfully minor, injuries. All sitting down did was serve to allow him to stiffen up again. As he uses his wand in an attempt to reassemble a desk he hopes that when the Start of Term Feast ends he's able to stand up and walk after sitting for so long.