Hey there! Puck and Kyo here! Alright, so last time I asked you guys to say which house you thought Arthur Kirkland (UK/England) should be in! So far, I have...
1/3 votes for Gryffindor
1/3 votes for Ravenclaw
0 votes for Hufflepuff
4 1/3 vote for Slytherin
Please tell me what house you want him in! I can't decide! So far, as you can see, Slytherin is in the lead! He'll probably end up there. Tell me what house you want in the reviews! Everybody got that?
Okay then, let's go!
Alfred's POV
As the train rushes across the country side, I stare out the window. Occasionally, I take a glance at the boy, Arthur, still reading. I look at his book. 'A History Of Hogwarts'. Sounds boring.
I sigh. He looks up.
"Something wrong?"
I shake my head. "Just bored."
He puts his book faced down next to him. "Well, I bet the food trolly will be by soon."
I grin. "Food trolly?"
He nods. "It's got sweets on it, for those who didn't pack a snack. Did you?" he asks.
I shake my head. "Nope." My stomach growls. He laughs.
"It'll be by soon."
Arthur's POV
I've been re-reading 'A History Of Hogwarts', over the train ride, but Alfred keeps making noise, and it's hard to concentrate. Maybe it's an American thing.
I've explained the food trolly to him, and now he's excited, which isn't really helping his noise levels. I'm starting to get annoyed.
"But be quiet until it comes..." I growl. He frowns.
"Being quiet is boring! Let's talk!" I sigh. I'm trying to avoid stereotyping his culture, but this is what Americans are supposed to be like. Loud, obnoxious, obsessed with food.
I place down my book. "About what?"
"I dunno!" he says, now hanging upside down off of his seat. I roll my eyes.
He sits up. "Ooh!" he says, blue eyes shining. "I hear something! Think it's the trolly?"
I shrug. A woman pushing a cart knocks on our door.
"Anything of the trolly, dears?"
I look over. Just some typical candy, but I am hungry.
"Choc'late frog please, ma'am," I say. She nods, and hands me a chocolate frog box. I hand her 3 knuts.
"And you dear?" He stares at the cart, awestruck.
"Ummm... 5 of everything!" I snort. She nods, barely surprised. Must not be her first time with crazy requests.
"Right then," she says, "that'll be 100 sickles." He hands them over. She smiles. "Thank you boys!"
"Thank you!" We call, and she's on her way. The door slides shut.
I stare at him as he devours his candy. It's disgusting, but I can't look away.
"WOW!" he says, mouth full of food, barely distinguishable. "THIS IS REALLY GOOD!"
I frown, and open my chocolate frog. The card inside is for Merlin. I frown. I really want a Hermione Granger, but I keep getting merlins. I eat the frog and get back to my book, trying to ignore the noise.
END OF CHAPTER
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