[indent][b][h3][color=#ecb939]Sienna Nessa “Ness” Hanvey
Hogwarts Express[/color][/h3][/b][/indent][hr]
Dead eyes stared out and off into the window - and coincidentally the same King’s Cross station as they’d been at for the shortest time ever - as the irritation within Ness grew. Of course some little creature like Seamus would want to show up still, and of course they would decide that the best place to come and exist would be near Appletree. She breathed out once...twice…long periods between each exhale, long with sharp inhales with the nose, before closing her eyes. Rubbing at her nose, Ness swallowed. Oisin, for his part, seemed to get the message. He head had perked up, eyes up, tail flicking back and forth like a whip.

[color=#ecb939]”[i]That[/i] would be little fools who get told they’re brave, or smart, or ambitious, and then try to make it all they ever are, that’s all it is. No imagination to be themselves. Gryffindors bullish, Ravenclaws assume genius, and Slytherins be bullies.”[/color] Ness spoke with a harsh tone, flint in the end of every word as she seemed to say it to the window.

Her head half turned, hand gone from the face and to her side, to better address the Slytherin. The Irish witch’s hand had gone to a claw, clenching in and out, in and out, with all the muscles along it tight.

[color=#ecb939]”Seamus Fitzpatrick, [i]is leir don saol e an firinne[/i] ye little shit. If needs be I [i]will[/i] beat your head in again, I swear. Shut up and get out of this car. Go to the First Years where you belong.”[/color]