With nothing more to do in the Gryffindor carriage, Ernie had come to the Trolley in hopes of buying some magical confectionery that could entertain him for the remainder of the journey. Bouncing on the balls of his heels, he yawned a little as he waited for the line to go down.
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She stands in line, jangling her coins gently while she thinks about what to buy. She'd come here without much thought beyond snacks needed since she left her own packed lunch at home in her rush to make sure she was properly packed.
Line, that's a funny concept. A concept Luciano had chosen to remove from memory a long time ago. He completely ignored the line and took what he wanted, of course, not before pickpocketing the poor fellow behind Will to pay for the treats.
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She sees another student cutting in front of the line--and usually she wouldn't say anything, wouldn't want to risk getting into an argument, but she's a little hangry. "Excuse me," she says politely, trying to get the boy's attention. "Could you please wait in line like the rest of us?"
Luciano casually walks past the Trolley, swiping several candies in the blink of eye as he passed by, a trick he learned off the streets of Italy. Once the Trolley was a couple of feet away, he pulls out a box of Bertie's Botts and begins throwing some in his mouth. Holy shit, he was so hungry.
Pandora's come to the Trolley in order to give Cassius and Héloise time to discuss their marriage, though she's not at all hungry. So she buys some Drooble's Best Blowing Gum and stands off to the side in the corridor, across from a boy who looks like he's in her house. Who she definitely just saw walk past the Trolley without buying anything, and who now seems to have procured some sweets. "Bring those from home or steal them?" she inquires, checking the Trolley Lady is out of sight first.
He looked up, locking eyes with a girl he recognized vaguely. He stared at her for a few seconds, trying to read her and then said, "What's your theory?" He popped two more jelly beans into his mouth and leaned against the window.
"You don't look the type who'd care whether or not I was," he pointed out, with a shrug. A small smile wormed onto his face as he copied her motions, tilting his head to the side as well. "It's a... solid theory. I'll get back to you on whether or not its true."
Pandora decides she likes this one, so she gifts him with one of her most charming smiles and says, "Perhaps I wish to be an auror? Looks can be deceiving," she chooses to ignore how that's the complete opposite to her previous statement, and continues: "How long can I expect to wait? Three to five business days?"
"You'd be some auror." He pretended to dwell on the question, tossing a few more jelly beans into his mouth and tapping his foot. "How does three to five weeks sound? Maybe less if I end up dead by then."
"Getting above ourselves, aren't we?" she asks, but there's no real bite to the words. "Pandora," she supplies then, fighting back a smile. As a rule she doesn't give genuine smiles during the first meeting. It's bad form.
Amelia leans on the doorway nearest to the trolley, carefully picking out jelly beans from a pack of Bertie Bott's she bought. She had heard about them from another student, and so she had to get some. At first, she isn't very careful, ending up taking a bite of an onion flavored one. After that, she's pretty cautious about choosing. She stays near the trolley since both the Ravenclaw and dining carriage were both quite full... She also has a tiny little bit of hope that maybe Chloe would pass by by chance. Amelia hasn't seen her yet.
Chloe was doing her rounds, really hoping students were making a nuisance of themselves so that she could do something to intervene and, you know...do something interesting. People seemed nice enough and the most she had done in the past twenty minutes was take lost students to the right carriage. Finally, she passed the trolley and who did she run into? Amelia. "Tell me those aren't the beans that infamously taste like vomit."
"Luckily, I haven't had any vomit flavored ones yet. Onion? Yes. But the rest have been decently good," she answers, a smirk toward her sister. "See, banana," she adds after popping a bright yellow one in her mouth. "Try one." She hands the box to Chloe, knowing that her sister wouldn't wuss out. If Amelia had done it, Chloe sure would too.
Always the competitive one, Chloe took a small handful of them, just to outdo her sister. "Did you know the banana flavour was based on a banana that went extinct because of cancer?" She asked, slipping one into her mouth, "it's why it never tastes like an ac-" Chloeé stopped talking to make a face, half wanting to spit the thing out. "Spinach."
"Oh, really? I didn't know th-" Amelia doesn't finish her response when seeing Chloe's face and realizing she ate a bad one. She can't help but giggle before saying, "Disgusting. Yeah, I've been only picking out the ones that have the safest looking color." She pops a pink one into her mouth after that, not surprised when it turns out to be bubblegum.
Chloe huffed, slipping one into her mouth. It was white which could mean anything but was pleasantly surprised to find it tasted like a marshmallow. "I bet those are the ones that really trip you up. Are the brown ones chocolate or something else? Who knows. England is so weird. Honestly, who would have thought of something like this?" She asked looking down at the beans.
"I think we've both concluded that this place and the people in it are weird," she jokes, although not lying a bit. Chloe had a point. Who the hell thought these jelly beans were a good idea? Nevertheless, she pops a light brown one in her mouth with the idea now it could be chocolate. "Ew, It taste like dirt!" she practically yells, barely being able to swallow it. She shoves the box toward Chloe before saying, "You just take them and go give them to students or whatnot... I'm done with them."
”Told you so,” Chloe said with a grin as she was handed the box, “I can give them out as punishment to all the brats in this place. Make them take the really yucky looking ones too.” She poured her handful into the box. “If they get a good one then I’ll deduct points.”
"You can't do that. That's so evil." Amelia can't help but smirk just a tiny bit of her sister's plan, thinking it was a bit funny... she'd never admit it though. "That would be abusing your prefect rights."
The girl had her nose buried in the third-year-potions' book, trying to figure the book out. She had a floating notebook with a dicta-quill hovering by her shoulder, copying down everything that she murmured out loud. She was getting frustrated as she waited in line for an order, not understanding the majority of this book.
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Merlin left the professor's carriage in order to find the trolly- after all, even a chef has his guilty pleasures and he was looking forward to some Pumpkin Pasties. He could not help but peek at the textbook the student in front of him was reading. "Potions, hm? Enjoy the subject?" he remarked.
She smiled briefly. "I-I barely passed first and second year potions... I don't understand it at all." Ryleigh explained, folding her textbook and snagging both her floating notebook and quill to stuff them into her pocket.
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He smiled at her, “I can work with ‘barely passed’, as long as you have not given up.” He placed a finger on his chin, “Tell you what, if you don’t understand a potion, you can come by my office and I will spend however long it takes for you to understand it. How does that sound?”
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Merlin nods, “Absolutely! I welcome any student to do just that.” He grinned, “I don’t bite when people ask for help, despite my ‘grumpy old man’ appearance.” He gave a mild laugh at the quip he made of himself.