[OPEN] Another Train Story

"Uhhhh, where's Baker?"

"Not his keeper," Molly said, pulling the window down and blowing smoke out into the countryside, keeping her cigarette from ashing and one of the prefects from smelling smoke and reporting her. Margo was peeking down the hallway, dodging in and out every time some other student tried to squeeze by. She looked much more bothered than she should have.

"I thought Fiona said she was going to sit with us?" Margo asked, popping her blonde head back into the compartment.

Molly looked up at her friend for a moment, and then shrugged. How was she supposed to know?

Margo glanced down the hallway again, smiling at a familiar Hufflepuff, her brow drawing back into a look of concern. "What about the twins? Or Mulligan? Where do you think they are?"

Molly smirked, sitting up to blow smoke out the window again. "Why?" she asked.

It was time for Margo to heave a shrug, trying to remain casual. "I dunno. They're fun."

Molly rolled her eyes. "We can make out own fun."

It was at that time that the entire train squealed to a stop and sent Margo sprawling headfirst into the hallway of the train.

André had just been wandering the hall of the train, stepping into different carts and compartments seeing as how his compartment had gotten too damn loud for his liking. Which was strange, because André was usually a fan of the loud, wild, and hilarious. But maybe it was just the mood, knowing it was time for him to go back home. Hogwarts was great, other than the hours having to sit in a class in learn, you had the time of your life in Hogwarts. And though he loved his adopted family, the memory of his own parents was still fresh.

As he looked down at the train floor, playing a little bit with a Yo-Yo he had found since he didn't really have any muggle technology at his disposal until he would get home. Whistling a little bit, as he rolled the toy up and down swiftly.

He looked up or a moment to notice someone a familiar blonde girl. Margo. André had gotten to know Margo and Molly a bit a few days ago in which he and the twins had celebrated their imminent end of the year. He'd gotten quite along with Margo, had not talked too much to Molly.

He looked behind him and then walked towards them, but as soon as he took two steps before suddenly, he felt a force push him against the corridor wall, falling and breaking his yo-yo in the process.

After a few moments he opened his eyes, not looking at his surroundings, but seeing Margo in the hallway, as much as he was. He staggered up, and groaned. "What the hell..." He muttered. He walked towards Margo, "You okay there, blondie?" he knelt a little bit. It had been a nasty force which could have knocked anyone out, and did not know Margo's state, nor did he know Molly's-

Margo was blinking stars out of his eyes while Molly stood to investigate the source. Margo brought a hand up to the side of her head and blinked furiously, flipping her hair out of her face and propping herself up. As she pushed herself up to a kneeling position, she heard a voice and turned to look.

Speak of the devil.

Still grimacing, she pushed her hair back out of her face again. "No, be a knight and help me up," she said, as she held out a hand for him, expecting him to help her up.

"Margo, c'mere."

Molly could not believe what she was seeing. Remembering stories of dementors and werewolves on the Hogwarts Express, she wasted no time pulling the window down as far as it would go and peeking her head out. Now, she had only ever attended Hogwarts. But she was well read enough to recognize another school grounds when she saw one.

Hearing the pair enter the compartment, she said, "Something went wrong. The train is lost."

André's head was still hurting as he had hit the side with considerable force. He swore he was hearing the voice of Marvin Gaye singing 'What's going on' in his ear for a few seconds before it was cut off by the sound of Margo's, which had eased André just a little bit. At least he wasn't dealing with an unconscious girl, or fortunately worse. He chuckled at her comment. "Sound pretty fine to me." He said, taking her hand and helping her up.

He turned to hear the voice of Molly, thankfully she seemed alright for the most part herself. That was off his list, no unconscious girl, thank Merlin. Now what he needed the answer to was what the hell had just happened to the train. Entering the compartment with Margo and nodding at Molly as a sort of 'Hi' but not as awkward in his mind.

André kept a firm hand on his wand, because this train had been known to random stops and attacks by various things in the past years. Death Eaters, Dementors, he wanted to be ready to defend himself.

He raised an eyebrow at Molly's comment, how could the train get lost? He looked out the window, and it took him a few seconds to realize what he was looking at. But his eyes widened as he looked at the familiar grounds. "...The hell?" The American boy muttered. "I know we're all magical, but this train got lost in a whole other continent." He said with a slight hint of irony in his voice. Yes, he knew the grounds they were in. It took him a few seconds to realize, he was home. He hadn't been in America for years, but he remembered a lot of things clearly. Of course, what he remembered from these ground were from the pictures of his father that he still kept, the pictures of his father when he attended the grounds they were on, they were in Ilvermorny.

He wasn't so quick to write it off as reality. He rubbed his eyes, was this some sort of illusion? Or had they really been ported to North America. With the various weird things happening, with how André hadn't been able to contact friends from the Ilvermorny.

Margo had stumbled up and slipped back into the compartment. Her own ill-placed trunk had fallen off the racks and opened up, revealing a school robe, pair of hoop earrings, and lacy bra - some of the staples of her wardrobe. Unashamed, because she had lost that ability a long time ago, she kicked the clothes back into her trunk and pulled it close, ensuring it was locked before she shoved it aside.

She approached the window, and Molly slipped out of the window's opening, a quizzical look touching upon her usually bored expression. Margo was jolted by this alone and as Molly flicked her barely-started cigarette out of the train window, Margo almost pulled her friend to her to inspect her head for any bumps.

Andre stepped up first, but at his first words, Margo hurried over, pushing her torso out the open window to peer outside. Dangerous as it was, a few other students had poked their heads out the windows to look.

"The f*ck?!"

Margo and her ways of poetically capturing a moment.

"Continent?" She repeated, popping back into the compartment to turn on Andre. "Molly?"

But Molly was already slipping out of the compartment, wand raised in one arm, hand resting on the polaroid camera that now hung from a strap at her neck.

What in the hell was happening? Things had been strange for a while at Ilvermorny. André had been interested in finding out what the hell was going on, yet things kept distracting him, but now it was staring him in the face, and now he knew he had to do something. Why were they there? Yes, the magical world was know for coincidental accidents that seemed too convenient, but this? An entire train transported to grounds in which something strange was happening?

Too much. Gripping his wand with a firm hand he turned back to the compartment noticing Molly. There seemed to be no sense of immediate danger, but she seemed capable enough if there was, and André would fare too far behind. Plenty of things ran through his head, the twins, making sure that the youngest, first and second years, were all safe for the most part, and of course, finding the professors.

"Did the whole train get here? Or were they just a few compartments?" He asked, mostly to himself. Nodding at Margo as if to say they should walk with Molly, opening the door as a gentleman for Margo, and then exiting himself. It was still settling in his head that he was actually in his home country. That this probably would have been his school had it not been for his parents accident.

"Where ya headed, Weasley?"

Margo turned at Andre's question, eyebrows scrunching at the very thought of it. "How does only part of a train show up?" It made no sense to her. They must have... gone through a magic tunnel, or been hijacked or something.

"Don't call her that," Margo hissed in warning, and then jerked her head after her friend.

Molly had left Margo and Andre almost literally in the lurch, though she could hear their voices so she was certain they would not be far behind her. The hallway was beginning to fill up with confused students, and she had to squeeze her way through, her wand clenched in her right hand, left hand resting on the polaroid camera hanging from her neck. Whatever this was, she was going to document it?

Finally on the other side of a large gaggle of second years, she began peeking her head into compartments. Nobodies. Nobodies. No-body? Molly paused. But there had certainly been a few Ravenclaws she knew in that compartment when they came through - the compartment had been crammed full. And she did not see them in the hallway.

She snapped a picture and continue, plucking the photograph from the camera and wafting it in the air.

The next compartment made her stop. The sole occupant was her sister. Seeming indifference or not, she could ignore that.

She slid the compartment open. "You okay?

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