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So far, the worst part of the term was Twat's insistence on sending him off to the Hogwarts Express. Why couldn't he understand that he was a legal adult who could apparate himself to King's Cross? It was embarrassing how early they arrived; if he realized Indigo would insist on being beyond punctual, he would've bargained for a proper meal first.

But there was one perk to being among the first to board the train...

Pulling a book out of his suitcase, he transfigured it back into a surfboard and threw it into the middle of the walkway. Hopping on the board, he contemplated whether he wanted to risk flooding the carriage for the sake of surf. It might risk a detention, but he doubted that any of the prefects were on the train at the moment. Macmillan began summoning some water for a little surf. It currently amounted to a puddle.

Alayna had been watching from her compartment to see what was going on outside. Did that guy have... A surf board? Where the hell was he going to surf at Hogwarts? The lake didn't produce many waves. She watches as he formed a puddle and couldn't help but laugh. The dude was delusional. She opened the door and raised a perfectly shaped eyebrow, "You're gonna need more than that."

@Hyacinth Macmillan

It'd be his luck that somebody was watching. At least it wasn't a prefect like Faye Phiera. That broad had zero concept of fun. It was annoying to deal with in the common room.

"I wasn't born yesterday."

It was pretty hard to summon a bunch of water when he's hardly any concentration. There could be a sea of students coming to trample him and his board at any minute for all he knew.

@Alayna Nott

Alayna smirked and pulled her wand from her cloak, "Well you won't get much with that pathetic excuse of a puddle. Do you need help? Did you forget the proper spell?" She asked, a fake pout on her lips but the fire of teasing behind her eyes, "It's ok to admit you need help." She pulled her wand from her cloak and twirled it between her fingers, "You're macmillan, right?"

@Hyacinth Macmillan

"I was in the starting process of making a good enough surf if you didn't bloody realize it." This was an attitude he typically reserved for twat, but she was already getting on his nerves. Macmillan loathed patronizing people. "I don't require your assistance."

@Alayna Nott

Alayna smirked as he spoke. He had a fire in him. She admired that, "You're a feisty one, aren't ya?" She didn't care if he wanted her help or not. She was bored and needed something to entertain herself with. And he would do. "You didn't answer my question. That's rather rude you know. To not give someone your name." She knew full well she didn't give hers either. But that's because everyone at Hogwarts knew who she was. Unless they lived at the bottom of the lake or in the forest like some weird creature.

@Hyacinth Macmillan

Feisty? "My twat of a brother just says I lack proper manners..." Macmillan couldn't comprehend why Indigo liked to act as if they were from two different realities sometimes when they had the same upbringing. Rolling his eyes, he got off of the surfboard deciding to give up on his venture. For now.

"Obviously, I'm Macmillan." Why answer such a dumb question?

@Alayna Nott

Alayna couldn't help but chuckle, she knew the pains of having a brother. As much as she adored her twin, sometimes he drove her crazy. "obviously." She stated back, in a mocking manner, "You can't just assume everyone knows who you are. That's how you look like a cocky piece of shite." She said in a simple tone. @Hyacinth Macmillan

The hell was wrong with her? What was with the audacity?

"Everyone in our graduating class knows each other unless they live under a rock"

His surfboard was pressing firmly against his side; he was tempted to wack her with it.

@Alayna Nott

"I keep my people close. I usually don't interact with outsiders." She was growing bored of this whole scenario, "Well enjoy you're puddle." She was done with this. She turned and stepped back inside her compartment.

@Hyacinth Macmillan

"Outsiders? Both of our families are Sacred 28!"

There was no use in arguing as she returned to her compartment.

Macmillan didn't understand her at all.