[OPEN/ALL] A train on the lawn

Liddy preferred to stay in the castle nowadays, retreating to the balconies and terraces when the stuffiness of the crowded castle overwhelmed her introverted sensitivities. But Casey Weasley had announced she was going out to check and see if any of her traps had sprung and needed a second to help her carry the game bags, and no one had volunteered. Liddy hated to admit it, but she liked the Weasley girl. Yeah, rat meat was disgusting in theory, but the girl's efforts had kept a majority of the castle eating protein. If she needed someone to hold a bloody bag, Liddy supposed she was as helpful as any.

Both girls carried a bag and split off at the end of the path. Liddy paused at each shrub and carefully slid the traps into the open, picking out a rabbit or bird here and there as she found them, a look of disgust on her face but otherwise unflinching in the face of the task.

And then, what could only be described as the world's shortest earthquake rocked her world. The earth beneath her tremored and she felt her legs tremble. "The hell..." she whispered.

She retraced her steps, the bag handing loosely from her hand, before it fell with a thump to the ground.

"No."

That was... not possible? Couldn't be?

"That's not... Is that-"

"That's the Hogwarts Express."

She turned to see Casey Weasley standing there, her bag already twice as full as Liddy's. She tilted her head and took a step forward. "That's..." She could see a face in one of the windows. "That's my cousin."

Liddy looked between the British girl and the mysterious train. "What the hell is going down?"

Mercy felt the train jolt again but it hadn’t seemed to start moving, she was tired of this group now anyway and before any of them could say a word she pushed herself up and walked slyly out of the compartment.

Not before stopping by Wendy, “Do tell your sister hello for me,” she smirked giving one more glance to the compartment occupants.
“You’ll hear from me soon, I guarantee.” Mercy swiftly left them to walk into the trains hallway, the windows were no longer fogged and she could see clearly outside, well aside from the masses of students who gathered by the windows to gawk.
Her hand graced over where her wand sat, not pulling it out just yet. This was unusual, the talk that was going on, though she couldn’t see too well she knew they weren’t on the tracks anymore and there was even talk about being out of the country!
Mercy grunted pushing her way down the hallway to escape off of the hot cramped train.
She followed the mass of students flooding out of the train, young and old, all with the same look of panic or confusion.  
Mercy finally stepped onto the ground and her hand was tight around the frayed strap on her satchel, this was very different, this place was extremely unfamiliar to her.
She almost stumbled as other students pushed their way out of the train; her eyes were wide taking in every detail, the air was fresh and different…
“Where the hell am I?” she whispered to herself.

[ooc; the teachers are at Platform 9 3/4. Only students are at Ilvermorny. For reference ]

Scarlett had planned nothing more for the day than to find something even remotely suitable to eat. Some students who favored Herbology had been talking about making a garden, but Lord, how long would that take? She didn't have all year, for goodness' sake. At any rate, though, she was getting annoyed. Just as she was about to cave and go ask someone for help - a thing she oh so detested - something bizarre happened.

The ground shook for a moment, sending the tremor up through the castle walls and to the floor of her bedroom. Scarlett sat straight up in bed and frowned, hesitating a moment before looking out the window. Was that-? No, there was no way that the back end of a train was sitting on the grounds of their island. Not after this ferry nonsense and the failed attempts of the Hogwarts students to return home. And there were so many train cars. At least four or five, though she didn't bother to count before taking off and bounding her way down the steps.

Gosh, she was grateful to live near the first floor. That corridor led her to the front steps and she found herself out on the lawn, staring up at the train and tilting her head a little. Unfortunately for the people inside that train, the minute she realized they were there, she wondered if they had brought supplies. Injuries didn't even cross her minds which was sad for students like Kit, who was still laying on the floor of the train, desperate for her vision to clear and her stomach to stop turning over so violently.

Liddy could not have stopped the Weasley girl if she tried. Casey tied off her bag, tossed it around a tree branch on her way, and began yanking open compartment doors, brandishing her wand and looking wild in case she was accosted by any sort of Death Eater or... or whoever had caused this.

Instead, student after student stumbled out of the train and then shrank against the train, obviously just as confused as the rest of them.

Liddy heard someone approach from behind her and she turned to see Scarlett. Her face expressed how at a loss she felt. They had adjusted to faulty lighting, the stifling heat, the lack of food... but what did you do with a train?

"What should we do?" she asked.

After standing gobsmacked for a few more seconds Mercy's hand finally went for her wand, pulling it free from her waistband.

It was deteriorating, she bought it brand new of course and the wand had "chosen her" but she did have a nasty habit of picking at the wood, so much that the bottom was chipped almost to the core.
She held it in front of her, her stance was all wrong but she didn't care, all she was doing was desperately thinking of a spell that she could use in defense... she never got the hang of Expelliarmus, but she sure had Mimble Wimble down pat!

This new place didn't look threatening, but Mercy new better (for once), being teleported randomly was never a good thing. She noticed some of the students around had pulled their wands free too, good, they were probably much better at defense spells then her.

Andrew's experiences on porting were probably more than other students. He just hung out with odd people in his time away from school. He was well acquainted with the nausea and yakking that porting could cause. His stomach still flip flopped but he wasn't yakking anymore from the sensation of porting. He couldn't say the same for some of the others in the car he was in.

He'd ended up in the same compartment with tiny Poppy Levski. She was a second year this year, but the girl really did need some sort of a spell to help her grow an inch or four. She got made fun of a lot, and she was often accused of not being old enough to be in Hogwarts. He'd been asked to get her from Hogwarts safely to his own meeting place with Kate. But this was nowhere near Kings Cross.

"Where the heck..." he began to ask aloud. Poppy's hand was on her stomach, and she was looking a bit green. He lowered the window on the compartment. "Aim it that way," he pointed out the window. "Not in here. There's only so much of that I can take."

"I'm not going to be sick," she said, sounding to Andrew like she was trying to convince herself more. "Where are we?"

"I haven't the foggiest," Andrew replied. "Might as well get off and see if we can find out. You able to walk?"

"I'm fine," she said, clearly not fine." Andrew grabbed his backpack and hers and handed hers to her. "Let's go then. Stay right behind me."

They started to make their way down the passageway, stopping to ask the others if they were alright.

Nicole had been positively devastated to leave Hogwarts, uninterested in going home for the summer. Sure, she loved her mother, but the moment she got there, she knew that things would only become incredibly dull and stifling. After a whole school year away, she couldn't even imagine how bored she would be without her friends. And there was little chance that her mother would let her go out and see people when she wasn't even twelve yet. Nope, it wasn't going to happen.

Of course, she didn't know that what she would end up dealing with would be much, much less pleasant. Exciting, perhaps, but in the wrong way.

She had boarded the train, ready enough and resigned to what was to come, but then something crazy had happened. The train jerked, she fell forward off of her seat, and immediately felt like she was going to lose her breakfast all over the compartment she was sitting in. Doing what she could to keep it down, Nicole burst out into the carriage's hallway, and ended up running into Poppy, a fellow Hufflepuff.

She wanted to ask what was happening, but she was afraid that if she tried to talk she would end up being sick instead, so she frowned sympathetically and looked up and down the walkway. What she really wanted was to get some fresh air. And the train seemed to have stopped, if the stationary grass outside the windows was any indication. Perhaps she could just look out and see for a minute.

She pulled open the main door, expecting to empty her stomach on the grass rather than inside the train, but when she saw what was in front of her, Nicole just stared. If she felt anything now, it was shock, and her voice finally made an appearance.

"Um, guys??" She called, trying to draw their attention. In front of her loomed a giant castle that was definitely not Hogwarts. And as far as she could tell, there weren't tracks beneath them, either. "What is this?"

Just then, a blonde girl opened the doors that connected Nicole's car to the next one, wandering in with a hand to her head, her eyes watering from the pain of hitting it as she fell. Nicole recognized her immediately. The sick one. The Ravenclaw that should've graduated already.

"Are you okay? I think we ought to get off," Nicole said hesitantly, "but I have no idea where we are."

Casey was not about this Stand Around And Do Nothing life. No, there was a mother effing train in the middle of their lawn after they had been stranded for months on this ridiculous island with waning survival supplies. It was about time they did something.

"Go tell the others," she commanded Liddy and Scarlett, not bothering to see which, if either, were listening to her. Besides, who would come? Half the school had either given up or developed such bad muscle cramps from lack of nutrition that they could be of little help.

"Casey?" Molly called out as she got closer. Casey could see people beginning to stumble off the train so she waited until she was just far enough to be seen by the crowd but close enough to be heard before she raised her wand and spoke. "What is going on?" she commanded.

It had taken a couple of moments, and by a couple he meant way more than a couple. But André Mulligan had figured out where they were, Ilvermorny. Of course, this would have been easy for anyone who had ever seen or been on the grounds. Since his mother had been a teacher here before, and not to mention the countless photos his father had of his time as a student at Ilvermorny. It took him a moment to look out at the grounds, imagine his father simply walking around, or entering the castle to study. It may seem silly, but it was special to him.

As he had done what he said he would do to Margo, Molly, and Lucy, which was getting as many kids as he could calmly back into their compartments, his tactics may have not been the best. He had originally planned to try and calm them down, but then he simply decided he would strike the fear of God into them and tell them that out in the grounds were creatures just waiting to devour students. Since these kids were students at one of the most child neglecting and endangering schools in the world, they ate it up. That had worked with younger students, older students mostly understood. He'd threatened one or two with a fight, but that was about it.

After making sure the kids in his area were inside the train, he stepped off the compartment, wand in hand as he looked around. The familiar grounds coming back to him. As he walked around, he made his way to the castle, where he had seen a little group forming. "Surprise vacation, right?" He said, reaching them, patting Andrew Diamond on the shoulder. They were the same house, same year, André knew the boy, at least more than he knew anyone there. The american boy, obviously with an american accent looked around. "Never thought I'd see this place again." Then he looked back at them. "I think it's safe to say that this is not a coincidence."

Michelle had ditched the group where she had been when she was in train and towards home. But some reason she felt like this train didn't go that way. All these jolts she felt. When the train had stopped somewhere. She walked out of the train and was surprised.

She had no idea where she was now. This for sure wasn't Hogwarts she knew it. Also this wasn't train station. She looked around her confused and wondered what the hell was going one. She wasn't even sure what she should to do now.

Girl looked around and only one who she really knew here was that one insane girl from the train, who she had met, seems like she had ditched others too.

She tried to figure out what was going on there. She walked over where everyone else were. She just decided it might be safer there than alone here near the train. "Anyone knows what is going on or where we are?" she asked there two questions in row. She really wanted answers. She was supposed to be soon home and safe, not here near some unfamiliar castle.