<div class="floatleft">(https://www.8days.sg/image/12240158/3x4/1440/1920/917650b3d9aad691d4a733b1db0893df/AP/blackpink-lisa-bangkok-beancurd-shop4.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong>CJ Jeong (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=339010.msg16086313#msg16086313)<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>This, minus the beanie. (https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/594454ad1b631b13a9131210/1566264174283-VXBG0OHCST0IS7OC689R/Tartan+Hufflepuff.jpg?format=1000w)<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Sleepy, Hungry little Hufflepuff.<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>OPEN<br/><hr/><hr/><br/>CJ had arrived at the station on her own - her mother was occupied with something or another, and her father was away on business. But, this wasn't like the Kings Cross of the past, with tons of worried, and doting parents all shipping off their littles. No, this station was a swarm of older bodies, Uni students meeting up with friends, lovers, and waving off those parents who had decided to show up.<br/><br/>She didn't waste time - nope - it was way too early for the sleepy Hufflepuff prefect as she slipped between bodies, and made a beeline for one of the front compartments. Not because she wanted to be at the front, but it was closer to the snack trolley, and she would get first pick of the goodies. (CJ could be very food motivated) Luckily or unluckily depending on the person, the compartment she had chosen was currently empty. So, she set down her cat - currently snoozing away inside his carrier - and curled up on the seat right next to the window.<br/><br/>Her summer had been fun, busy, and gone in a flash.<br/><br/>CJ still got all fluttery when she thought about the World Cup, and smiled when she thought about long days, and evenings spent practicing all the techniques and tricks at her family's estate afterward. One such stunt had landed her at the healers for a few days, but she'd hopped back up on the broom as soon as she could, and was right back at it.<br/><br/>Much to her mother's everlasting dismay and concern.<br/><br/>But it hadn't been all quidditch for this witch.<br/><br/>She'd tormented friends, spent time in Diagon Alley at her favorite ice-cream shop. Been dragged to a few charity functions with her mother, and visited her brother and his growing family over in Korea for a week. Endured her aunt Mi's questions about engagements and weddings, how many babies she might want, and how she wasn't getting younger. (har har, she was twenty, not fifty for goodness sakes) then the woman proceeded to pinch her cheeks until they hurt.<br/><br/>Her mother had talked to her about those topics early on...<br/><br/>And apparently the whole damn family.<br/><br/>It was all still so weird, and just a glimmering possibility that hadn't quite settled into reality.<br/><br/>CJ had decided she wasn't going to think about it too heavily, she would let the chips fall where they may, and she would just enjoy all the possibilities that were brought before her. Nothing was set in stone, and things had only just begun.<br/><br/>Once the train indicated it was ready to get rolling, she stretched, and flopped over back on the seat, taking it all up for herself as she stretched out, her arm dropped over her eyes. Maybe she would nap until the lady with the trolley showed up. Then she would buy enough junk food for two or three people, eat until she felt on the verge of food coma status, then pass out for a few hours.<br/><br/>Yes, that plan sounded fantastic.<br/><br/>Should she be checking in on all the firsties? Probably, she was a prefect after all. But, surely she could sneak in a nap and snacks... they would be fine, and she would do her duty later, once she felt a little less lazy, and cozy... why were these seats oddly comfortable?