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</div>The shimmy shake, rustle and bustle of the steam engine train jostled students as they jumped from cabin to cabin. The cacophony of noise was a mixture of student’s greeting one another, boisterous hollering, and the chugga-chug-chugga-chub of the train itself. It was like being in a herd of goblin’s all vying for the last bloody Galleon! How anyone managed to discern their own words was a puzzle to the mysterious young woman who was making a slow path up the aisle between cabins, a hooded owl’s cage held gently between delicate looking hands. Even with all the noise - pause was given when someone noticed her, or stalled their own steps when passing her by in the aisle. She had an ethereal vibe about her, pale shaded pink lavender eyes were kept on her path never returning these curious clueless gazes shot in her direction. Long silver white hair trailed long down her back in wispy straight trails.<br/><br/>No one seemed to know just who she was - and why would they? She was a transfer student after all, she’d endured the annoyance of entrance tests, had parted ways with everything she’d known all for this… this normal way. The frustration she felt for last two weeks was shown clearly across her brow if one studied her long enough. She wanted nothing more than to jump off this ruddy train and fly back to her father. But Fintan had explained it was far to dangerous! That this could be the most fierce thing he’d ever studied. She rolled her eyes - what about the Hungarian Horntail? The Romanian Longtail!? Were those not dangerous beasts? She sighed and let her anger flow out of her in that breath before she snatched open a cabin door to see three terrified 1st years staring at her. She was half tempted to whisper a “Boo” at them but decided to hold her tongue. No need in scaring the fledglings after all they were the only ones who didn’t stare at her because she was new here - they just stared because they’d never experienced Hogwarts.<br/><br/>She gave her head a quick bow and then slid the door back shut before turning to continue her journey through the serpent of a train. She quirked a brow and glanced down at the cage held between her hands a slightly angry hoot told her that Moon was not pleased with being jostled. “Sorry buddy…” She sighed and walked a little more steadily. She’d never been one with herself on the ground - she was meant for the sky! Just like Moon, walking just took to long to get anywhere and she was much much to klutzy to maneuver on the ground with other regular wizards and witches.<br/><br/>She had started to realize that a theme was unfolding to her on the train, with each new section of the train the colors of the emblems on robes were training. She wondered glancing down at her own Ravenclaw embroidery if she’d maybe already passed the group that were her ‘House’. She shrugged ‘Oh well they aren’t my family’ she thought remembering her fathers sandy brown hair and bright green eyes smiling from behind half moon spectacles as she rolled away abroad a train she hadn’t wanted to board.<br/><br/>She remembered that morning, the pair of them had been at Florean Fortescue’s Ice cream parlor sharing rocky road sundaes as the rain had started to drizzle down over Diagon Alley. They had purchased all she’d needed for the school year, and sought shelter as the rain had started to come down. They hadn’t much in the way of money, but her father - in an attempt to buy her affection - had been able to scrounge up just enough for ice cream and a new broom. It wasn’t the fastest nor the newest in the Quality Quidditch Supplies store but she was happy as could be with the new Phoenix Feather he’d purchased. It sat wrapped up and sealed away in a box by her chair. They had another reason for waiting at the shop - her Robes from Madam Malkin’s wouldn’t be ready for a little while longer so sweet’s were the second part of her treat for sending her away. She knew she should be thankful and she’d known that he was truly sorry for sending her to school but she couldn’t quite get past her angst towards his decision.<br/><br/>He’d sat opposite to her his nose buried in the new ‘Guide to Extraordinary American Beasts’ while he scrawled notes loosely on a strip of parchment at his side. He’d only borrowed this tome from Magical Menagerie a few stores down - he and the shopkeeper were old school pals and his father had explained that he’d needed to make a few notes for this new excursion he was taking. Without her she couldn’t help but think again and again. She’d grumbled at him from behind the book and even ignored him when he asked what she’d said. She’d been childish that morning and now for all the world she just wanted to apologize… little to late but she decided she’d send Moon as soon as she was settled at the school.<br/><br/>She turned to open another cabin - not realizing she’d wandered into the Slytherin section of train. Several students were casting sneering glares at her now wondering no doubt who the hell she was. She rolled pink eyes then yanked the cabin open. Moon gave an angry chirp-hiss as the door was slung open and he was jostled about YET again the barn own seemed to be saying from behind his curtain.<br/><br/>“Sorreh Moon…” She said then caught sight of a rather fetching pair of Slytherin students. The young man was rather nice on the eyes - but he was pale in shade beside the extravagant beauty he wrapped his arm so casually about. He didn’t even look proper enough to be in the same room as her! Bleskiel Lyrik didn’t realize she was staring until a breath or two longer. Great way to introduce herself right? She felt like shutting the door and bolting away rather than making any greater fool of herself than she already had. She blinked pink eyes and averted her gaze to glance at the empty bench across from them.<br/><br/>“Hey - um … is anyone else in this cabin? I can’t seem to find a proper seat anywhere in this ruddy train!” She glanced back at the raven haired beauty then spared a look at her companion to be polite. Moon hooted in a grumbling manner his bill clicking sharply from behind the black curtain of his cage. “Shh Moon” She said then stepped the rest of the way in hoping it was alright. She should’ve given them proper manner but she was tired of walking. “I’ve been wandering around on the train since we left! My feet are already aching from these girly shoes” She sat Moon’s cage down on the bench then brushed her robes down to straighten them then reached a hand out to the pair of them “Name’s Blesk,” She felt so awkward standing there - like a spotlight was beaming down on her and radiating - no melting her down into nothing. She blinked as long melt away bangs floated down before her strange eyes, her skin slowly becoming a shade more pink it could almost be mistaken for a blush but it was her a part of her abilities. She blinked again and averted her eyes realizing she’d been staring at the beautiful young woman again.<br/><br/>She unfortunately would not recognize just who the young woman was - her own father and herself rarely played into the politics of the wizarding world and they tended to ignore most news and families. They were middle class after all - so she was barely one of the ones worthy to sit across from such a beauty. But then again - it’s not like many would know that Blesk Lyrik, that the Lyrik’s were some of the most renowned Magical Zoologists. The Lyrik brothers - and their grandfather had all be famous in this regard. She was only the newest edition and hoped to one day follow in her father’s footsteps. But the lot of her family all suffered social anxiety and tended to get along better with creatures than with the other wizards of their world.<br/><br/><a class="username" data-user-id="263" data-username="@Byteress" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/263/">@Byteress</a>