potosi | i solemnly swear.

[ While they're supposed to be in alphabetical order, or something like it, Scott's remaining attached to Stiles. This results in a McCall being all the way back in the S's, and he's got his fingers curled in Stiles' robes to keep him right there. He's going to get called up to the sorting hat before his best friend, but part of him just sort of wants to wait until Stiles is called.

It's not so much that he's afraid of going up there, for as shy as he's suddenly feeling about being in front of so many people. It's more along the lines of he's afraid of being split up from Stiles, who's brave and smart and loyal. Maybe if he remains steadfast in his attachment to the other boy, then they'll wind up going to the same house.

Right? That's totally how this works.

They've been together since they were four, through divorce and death. They did their school shopping together and they road the train together, chasing chocolate frogs and trading cards and daring one another to eat strangely colored jelly beans. Scott doesn't want to go somewhere that's away from him. ]

Edited 2014-01-17 21:12 (UTC)

[ Is Scott sulking?

Maybe.

Though he absolutely did understand the reason for him and Allison being on a "break," he hasn't talked to her at all between the end of their fourth year and the upcoming start of their fifth. She's been in France with her family, visiting relatives and too busy to send him an owl. Part of him worries that maybe she's met some French boy with a beret and bread and the fancy accent, but he tries to tell that part that it would be okay. She could absolutely do that, and he would be happy for her because she was happy.

But still, he sits in the cabin he and Stiles set camp up in for yet another train ride, watching the dreary weather outside the window where his head is resting. He should've gone with his friend to find the food trolley, but his heart isn't quite in it right now.

Maybe once he comes back with some chocolate frogs and pumpkin pasties he'll cheer up. For now, though, he's going to get the sulk out of his system so that he can buck up and go back to looking forward to another school year. ]

Edited (icons when i keyword you i expect you to STAY) 2014-01-17 19:22 (UTC)

[ Okay, so, being told you have magic powers. No big deal, right? I mean, Kira's only been dreaming about things she could do her entire life, only to be told--and not until she was fourteen, either--surprise! You actually are kind of magical. For whatever reason, she'd been (probably ignored) by the whole ~ magic school~ thing, up until now. That was the problem with being supposedly "muggle born", but it didn't stop her dad from getting a job at the school as the new Muggle Studies professor, which brought Kira Yukimura to Hogwarts.

Hogwarts. Just saying it sounded kind of weird.

Either way, she was the only person on this train who wasn't like...eleven, that didn't have a special scarf on; Kira was outfitted in the robes they'd gotten yesterday and the uniform they'd sent her, but... that was about it. Nowhere to sit, no friends to make, just this wand she'd been given to use the magic powers she didn't know she had until about a month ago, with strict instruction not to use them until she actually got to the magic school.

Her first stop was at the candy cart, where a lanky dude was trying to barter with the woman selling the really weird candies. Guess that's a bust. Kira shifts and makes her way back towards her cabin, defeated and candy-less, and opens the door.

...Except that's not her door. And there is a very good looking boy sitting there. ] ...Oh.

[ Vaguely tempted to maybe locate the Ravenclaw that's wandered off to find the snack lady, because he's been gone a while, Scott weighs his choices a moment. He could just sit and wait, because he's bound to come back eventually-- maybe he found Derek, because it's like the two of them have magnets in them or something-- and he has every ounce of faith in his best friend to return with a small hoard of chocolate frogs for them to chase through the train cabin as per usual.

After mulling over it, he shifts to get up, making sure that his wand is still in his pocket and not tucked in his robes that he's thrown haphazardly over Stiles' seat in his absence. They usually manage to get their own space to themselves, mostly because of the whole releasing enchanted candy free to play games of who can catch the most in five minutes and everything, but sometimes other people will join them. (Allison did last year, but he's sure she's with Lydia or something now. The thought makes him pine even more.)

But it's not very often that a stranger will come along and open the door, and so at first he turns away from the window expecting it to be-- ] Sti--iioh.

[ Mutually intelligent reactions. Wonderfully done first impressions.

To say that Scott stares would be an understatement. He blinks stupidly up at the girl-- wow, wow she's really pretty-- who is most assuredly not Stiles at all. Which is perfectly okay, because it's like the first time that he saw Allison, with her dimples and dark curls and maybe he has a type, because he's incredibly distracted for a minute by the waves that fall around this curl's shoulders and her almond eyes and smooth skin and focus, McCall. ]

Hi there. [ #nailed it ]

[ Oh god, wow, he's actually looking at her. Kira blinks and looks down--and that is really inappropriate, stop thinking like that!--then immediately back up, and is left staring kind of stupidly at his face because he is. Really, really cute. Big huge brown eyes and tan skin and he's got a red and yellow scarf, which is, uh, Gryffindor, if she remembers right. ]

This...is not my cabin. [ She manages to blurt out, and then flushes, holding her hands up. ] I mean--you already knew that. Why did I say that? This is, uh--Iii... went to the wrong door.

[ Maybe it's just the really, really right door, wow. Kira can just barely hear her dad's voice echoing in her head (" Try to make some friends, Kira, please?" ) and. Oh god, how is she supposed to do this. ]

[ If Scott notices her gaze wandering, he hardly pays it any mind. Instead, he just offers her a crooked little smile when her eyes snap back up, only partially because of his uneven jaw. His head is basically in the clouds, although he's glad that he hasn't shot straight through them like he had when he first talked to Allison, because he would be completely lost right now and unable to hold any form of conversation. He's got a little experience, he guesses?

It helps, is the point of that train of thought, he thinks. He doesn't know, he's immediately drawn to the flush on her cheeks. ]

I can, uhm-- I can help you find your cabin? Or-- you could stay here and we could go find it after the train's stopped, or. You know. [ Literally anything that allows him to look at and talk to her more? Yeah, that sounds about right. But he just keeps smiling, eyebrows twitching upwards a little.

... maybe a little hopefully. ]

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[ Every single part of her insides pretty much melt when he smiles at her, and it takes a lot of effort not to grab onto the doorframe and hold up her weak knees. Kira is a strong independent woman, okay. She can handle a little crush every once in a while. Just not one that's--smiling at her and offering to help and isn't totally amused by her brilliant act of stupidity a couple of seconds ago.

Luckily, like this is one of those rom-com movies, the train decides for her--they jolt over a bump in the track and she stumbles forward, smack into Hot Guy. ] Oh--crap, oh god, I'm sorry! It's--I've never really been on a train like this before, and I--

[ She manages a smile, kind of embarrassed, tiny, and tries to will away the red flush on her cheeks, squeaking out: ] So, uh, sitting?

[ Oh. Well, that certainly settles that. Scott is used to the Hogwarts Express by this point, so the bump hardly rattles him-- and of course he has the added benefit of being seated-- and he's in the perfect position to make sure that she doesn't crack her head into anything. Even if it means she lands on him, and he lets out a little oomph as his hands move to her waist, immediate and instinctive because he doesn't want her to hurt herself.

Blinking stupidly at her again, he ignores the heat in his face and instead offers her another smile, this one a little wider than the first. It's one part trying to be reassuring, one part what Stiles would refer to as Scott McCall's puppy-like charm. ]

It's okay, my best friend probably just took a nosedive into a wall and we've been riding the train for years now. [ Sorry, bro. ] Uhm-- sitting, right.

[ He suddenly draws his hands back from her waist, realizing their placement, and sort of-- tentatively reaches for her shoulders to help her upright. ]

[ His hands are big and warm and Kira is ninety percent sure she's going to actually pass out as she gets way too close and sees that bright smile up close and personal. She manages a smile of her own, little and obviously affectionate and pleased and Kira rights herself when he helps, tucking a lock of her dark hair behind her ear and trying not to fall over again as she manages to kind of place herself in a chair.

Her stuff is in the other room, wherever that was in comparison to this one, but Kira literally does not care about anything less at the moment, as she fixes her skirt and tries not to look like an absolute idiot in front of really cute guy...

Which she realizes, she doesn't even know his name yet. ] I'm--Kira. [ Shy smile included, she offers her hand in a little wave gesture. ] I just got here, is it that obvious...?

Edited (ICONS) 2014-01-17 22:47 (UTC)

You're kinda missing the whole... [ As she-- Kira, that's a nice name to go with the nice smile, "wow" is literally the only intelligent thing in his head-- sits down and tries to right herself, Scott wiggles the end of his scarf at her a little. ] The colors thing.

[ Shifting a bit more where he's seated to settle fully upright, his smile spreads as the corners of his eyes crinkle. If he had a tail it would undoubtedly be wagging, he's so pleased by the fact that she's sticking around for... well, some amount of time. Even if it's only to recover from the bump, he's not going to complain. Because now he has her name, and can now commit the motion of her tucking her hair back to memory. ]

I'm Scott. It's really nice to meet you, Kira. [ His tone completely sincere, he at least has the mental capacity to realize this is so bad. It's a step up from what his reactions used to be. ]

My dad just got picked to be the...Muggle Studies professor, I guess. Surprise magic powers! Haha... [ Oh god, she is so awkward. Kira is not sure how she's still functioning at this point, to be honest.

Scott, he says. He looks like a Scott. Kira vaguely recalls hearing the kid in the hallway saying something about a Scott, so she can only wonder how much time she has sitting here, alone with him. (Oh god, she's sitting here alone with Scott! Oh god.) She returns the sincerity in his tone, more or less, fisting her hands in the material of her skirt and twisting it a little bit, left and right, a nervous gesture to keep her from saying anything stupid. Maybe. Hopefully. ] I'm--not, like, eleven, I promise, I'm sixteen.

[ #nailed it. ]

[ To be entirely fair to her, Scott and Stiles are the kings of awkwardness most of the time. Stiles makes up for it with his sarcasm, Scott tries with... he doesn't know. (Sincerity, sweetheart.) But he listens attentively as she explains, turned towards her with a hand on his ankle and his other arm perched on the top of the seat. ] Did, uh. Did they give the crash course on terms and stuff?

[ He's not the best at explaining things, like some people, but he'll do his best if it means he can help. Especially if Kira is a little in the dark about everything. Is she going to have to take extra lessons to catch up with everyone else? He hopes it won't be a lot, the classes are hard enough on their own half the time. ]

You definitely don't look eleven, if that helps? [ #nailed it combo ]

[ Is it bad that she really, really really wants to lean into his arm right there? Like really bad. Oh god, Kira, play it cool. She shakes her head, long bangs falling back into her eyesight almost instantly. ] I mean, a little. The moving pictures are awesome, and I guess I was--what, muggle born? Dad's been keeping this from me forever, apparently. I mean, he wrote a whole thesis about it under my nose, so...

[ So Kira, you are totally rambling again. And then Scott compliments her and it's pretty undeniable that she lights up a little, smiling up to her eyes, cheeks flushing again as she turns to really look at him instead of her lap. ] I--neither do you.

[ Wow. ] I mean--you, uh, you're my age too, right?

[ It is absolutely integral that Scott not reach out to tuck her bangs back from her face, because they just met and for as soft as it looks he knows better. His eyes are still drawn to the sweep of her hair, though, before going back to her face. He can't help the little grin he gives her, bouncing a little in place. He can absolutely explain this to her, and maybe he's a little excited about that. ] Someone that's pureblood has like, this long line of magic on both sides of their family. A halfblood is someone that's magic on one side and muggle on the other. And then muggleborn is someone born into a non-magic family.

[ A little voice that sounds a lot like the missing Stiles nags at him, but he dismisses it. There's more than that, but it's the important stuff and that's what matters, all right? One thing at a time, sometimes even he got confused about it sometimes.

His slight bounce leaves as she actually looks at him, and maybe he melts a little even as he laughs. ] I totally turned eleven this summer. [ But he grins still, shaking his head-- and then realizing he should probably nod and confirm. ]

Right.

...Gotcha. [ What. ] So that makes me a halfblood, I guess. It makes me sound like some kind of superhero.

[ Which, hey, random superpowers. Maybe she's secretly the star of her own new magic comic book. That'd be seriously awesome (although Kira questions why anyone might pick her to be the protagonist--awkward a good protagonist does not make.)

She blinks at him with the joke, because she definitely believed him for two seconds, then a smile breaks out across her face and she shakes her head, grinning at him in the way that lights up her eyes. ] You totally come off as eleven.

[ Yeah Scott doesn't know either. But he tries to know, so there's that. ] Me too. My mom's the head nurse at the school, which is kinda fun 'cause she's Madam Melissa McCall.

[ Nothing about his father, but after what a jerk he was this summer when he dropped in on them? He is basically resolutely pretending that he does not exist and that there is no Rafael McCall to speak of. ] Which is kinda like a superhero name, now that I think about it. My friend, Stiles, he reads uh. Muggle comics way more than I do-- he compared Hogwarts to a school for superheroes once.

[ What was it again? Xavier's? He can't remember because she just lit up and he's totally charmed by it. ] There's no age potions here, promise.

i solemnly swear.

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