[hr][hr][center][h3][b][color=Gold]Artemis “Arty” Harrington[/color][/b][/h3]
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[b][color=gold]Location:[/color][/b] Compartment 3
[b][color=gold]Magic:[/color][/b] N/A [/center][hr]

It took Arty point five seconds to slip back into whatever spell his brother cast. He had little and less interest in staying out and about when there were possible [i]death eaters[/i] on board and frankly this little compartment was perfect death eater territory. An auror’s daughter, a half blood, and two muggle borns was practically a target. Would Arty ever admit he was nervous? Absolutely. Keep his feelings and thoughts hidden? Arty was an open book and despite the trouble it had gotten him in―see Merula and all of year 1 and 2―he didn’t have much in the way of control over it. He had his wand at the ready the moment someone opened that door.

[color=gold] “Thank the gods.”[/color] Arty flopped dramatically on the seat, falling back into a family habit. [color=gold] “This whole mess is totally bonkers. I thought when you-know-who up and poofed, we’d like, have a touch of time to enjoy ourselves but noooooooooooooooooo. He still has to go and ruin it all with his rubbish loonies.”[/color] Arty complained loudly. [color=gold] “Still, it’s super ace you know one of the aurors! You’ll be that one day… Well, not like them. Head auror at least. Huntin’ down the baddies, kicking arse and taking names!”[/color]