[center][h2][color=ed1c24]Gregory Jones[/color][/h2][/center]
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[b][u]Location:[/u][/b] Train to Hogwarts
[b][u]Interacting:[/u][/b]Eva [@WhiteStar19]
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Gregory raised an eyebrow at Eva as she grew nervous and then blushed so profusely. He thought she'd have a little more confidence by now and could take a compliment without going all cherry tomato! His expression was slightly surprised when she literally pulled him into the compartment, but he laughed it off as she shook her head to some thought only she knew. Eva was a mystery like that and Gregory had always just gone with it. She seemed a little different than last year somehow, though he couldn't put a pin on it.

"[color=ed1c24]My summer was fine, reconnected with some of the squad when I visited the old 'hood. Sister and Ma are doing alright, all things considered. Oh! They moved since Stuart's military benefits finally came in, got a nice apartment in Bayonne.[/color]" Greg informed her, the last delivered with more than little relief and happiness. He couldn't bring himself to smile though at mention of Luke and his usual prickish ways. "[color=ed1c24]Are you serious?! Of all the asshole ways to start the year, he chooses to mess with you?[/color]" he had a familiar scowl on his face and his hands were tight fists on his lap. He moved over to her side of the compartment, touching her shoulder here and there. It was definitely out of the socket and the longer it was out, the worse it would get. "[color=ed1c24]I know how to get it back into place, been there.[/color]" Gregory told her, trying to keep the anger out of his voice. "[color=ed1c24]Just try to relax.[/color]"

He grabbed his trunk and slid it to the middle of the small space and stood it on its side. Taking a seat on the upended luggage, he felt comfortably level with her and leaned forward. He began to gently massage her shoulder, relaxing the muscles, working his way down and around the affected joint. "[color=ed1c24]As for missing you, of course I did! I don't know how I can cope without having you around. Did you miss me, huh. Did ya?[/color]" Gregory asked, a grin finally reaching his face as he teased her right back.

[center][h2][color=00a651]Charles Kemp[/color][/h2][/center]
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[b][u]Location:[/u][/b] Train to Hogwarts
[b][u]Interacting:[/u][/b]Lucas [@WhiteStar19] Johnson [@HushedWhispers]
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"[color=00a651]Have to give the riffraff something to gawk over, eh?[/color]" Charles responded with a superior looking smile. His intentions had been just that, to allow his peers to see the difference between a regular wizard and one of high-stock. To show them their place. He straightened his dark emerald tie momentarily. "[color=00a651]How have you been, alright?[/color]" Charles asked obligatorily, making himself sound interested. He liked to make people believe he was like the rest of them, pestered by those petty things called emotion. A waste of time, if you asked him. Although Johnson was a very important man this year and might need all the support he could get.

"[color=00a651]A little early to be celebrating your victory, Lucas. I did get a match or two in during the summer, played against some of my father's friends, in fact. Good men, didn't let them score however. I think I may have hurt their pride.[/color]" Charles grinned with a bit too much teeth at the last, relishing in the humiliation of men older and more experience than he was by far. He leaned back in his seat, remembering the red and frustrated wrinkled faces. Old people were funniest that way, too angry to use their head. He pulled out a newspaper to pass the time, but not before sending a raised eyebrow and questioning look Johnson's way. Already, he was practically swooning at the sight of Lucas? "[color=00a651][i]The guy could afford to play a little more hard to get[/i][/color]," Charles thought.