<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/a/a7/Large-1611158470-756a8475ad588cac126d423e55e690f3.jpg/636px-Large-1611158470-756a8475ad588cac126d423e55e690f3.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong>Eveyn St. Croix (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=339010.msg16078428#msg16078428)<br/><strong>Date | Time:</strong>01/09/22<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Platform 9 3/4, King's Cross, London | Hogwarts Express<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Leather Jacket, Dark Jeans<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Trying to keep it low-key<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>CJ Jeong, Open<br/><hr/><br/>Everything about Evelyn's trip to school was well planned out. She woke up on time, got out of bed swiftly and got ready for her day in an organized manner as she almost always did. She felt better for having the routine, as always, and so she was waiting patiently to go long before she really needed to be. Her parents dropped her off at King's Cross, wishing her the best on her school year. Despite her slight tendency to fixate on her birth heritage, she didn't ever see the two who raised her as anything but her real mum and dad.<br/><br/>Dressed in a leather jacket and dark jeans for comfort and practicality on a day of travel she strode with purpose through the station, almost marching through the barrier and finding herself on platform 9 3/4 where she chose to board the train nearer the back. Evelyn knew the prefects were meant to settle into the carriage at the head of the train but this way she could make her way through, greeting those she recognized and trying to do her bit as a prefect if there were any issues onboard.<br/><br/>As it was, though, Evelyn herself would be distracted before she made it to the front of the train. She passed a carriage and glanced in to see a familiar face. A beautiful one, too. One that had distracted her a few times during her studies and one that, from time to time at least, sparked feelings that Evelyn told herself she would prefer not to have. The kind of feeling that made it harder to focus on hours of diligent school work, certainly. Admittedly they were really only shallow, cursory feelings but even those were a thing Evelyn tended to try to deny.<br/><br/>Today Evelyn decided not to force herself to carry on, instead stepping in and settling on to the seat opposite CJ. The way she settled was just about the opposite of the other lady. Evelyn sat upright, her posture strong and proper. To her, it felt natural and comfortable enough. For Evelyn, settling as much as CJ had would make her so self-conscious that the comfort itself would be taken away by her own mind. "Morning, CJ," She began, trying to keep her typically sharp voice as soft, warm and friendly as she could. Her tone came out somewhere between, more austere than one might expect but also a lot friendlier than Evelyn sounded if she didn't take care thinking about her tone.