[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]

Arty watched his best friend settle into her seat, worried. She was certain to be on edge and he silently cursed their luck. Of course it was an Auror she knew. Of course it was a family friend. Here she was meant to be enjoying her time with her friends as they all started a new journey towards a brighter future, or whatever other motivational stuff his therapist used to say that always got him kinda psyched up despite that firm belief from Apollo that it was mental nonsense, and she wasn’t able to enjoy it. Death eaters. Even when they’d lost, they still managed to ruin everything around them. But they weren’t here right now and his best friend was so he was going to do what he did best when people needed to get out of their head. He shot his brother a shit eating grin, that look that his family knew meant he was up to something, and mimed turning a dial all the way up.

His annoying dial that was.

[color=gold] “Shhhhhhhhhhhhhh, shhhhhh, shhhhhhh.”[/color] Arty dramatically flung himself at Georgina, draping himself over her as he dramatically threw his hand across his forehead. He put one foot in his brother’s lap and his free hand stretched out desperately for Mary. [color=gold] “We have all bloody year to think about responsibilities and the mean kind of people and all the totally nasty shit that goes on and follow the Queen’s english and all that. I have a way more important dilema. Like, I have to take my earring out after I spent ages begging my parents for it! I mean, come on. How unfair is that? This school’s dress code needs to come out of last century. Muggles have a fun secret code about where you have an earring on you. Why can’t we have something like that!”[/color]