Eating the chocolate proved to be an interesting experience, as inside each candy was a car portraying 'a famous witch or wizard.' This baffled the girls to no end, especially since the pictures moved, and left their cards occasionally. Opal, who found this extremely entertaining, had begun a conversation with a witch named Morgan Le Fay, who spoke through little cartoon bubbles.
Within a few minutes, teenagers were walking up and down the halls outside. Trinn, who heard this, was preparing to knock any entrants over the head. And, quite suddenly, she had, and missed, her chance. Into the cabin marched a short, skinny boy with platinum blonde hair, flanked by two incredibly dumb-looking grunts.
Trinn, who had been distracted by Opal throwing candy wrappers at her, was not in the correct position to whack the entrants. So, instead, she glared at them menacingly from her perch on top of one of the seats.
The boy glanced at them all in a manner that half suggested confusion, but was well masked in a haughty glare. "And you might be..?" he asked, nasal voice as self possessed and stuck up as his face.
"We're Genoise." Kokoro said, looking up from her manga. She was devouring, at an alarming rate, the Japanese language Kamikaze Kaitou Jeanne.
The boy sneered at this, seeming not to know who or what a Genoise was. "You must be first years. Mudbloods, no doubt." Ignatia, hearing the derogatory way in which he said the last sentence, jumped up.
Ajina got a word in first, however. "First years..? of what?" The boy looked blankly at them, while Opal whispered her confusion over the word mudblood to Kokoro.
Ignatia, meanwhile, had stood up and walked over to the boy. "I don't know what you're talking about, or who you are, but you had better get out of here fast." She said, punching her palm a few times for emphasis.
The boy laughed for a second or two, but he seemed plainly cowed, and left as quickly as he could without seeming afraid. It didn't work.
Ignatia sat back down, still in an awful state of confusion. What ever was going on aboard this train seemed like something she wanted to get out of, and quickly.
"What do you figure we've gotten ourselves into this time?" Ajina asked, as the train rolled into a large, dark forest.
And to that question, the girls could only remain silent, and hope they would find a way back to a less confusing place, and soon.
Within a few minutes, teenagers were walking up and down the halls outside. Trinn, who heard this, was preparing to knock any entrants over the head. And, quite suddenly, she had, and missed, her chance. Into the cabin marched a short, skinny boy with platinum blonde hair, flanked by two incredibly dumb-looking grunts.
Trinn, who had been distracted by Opal throwing candy wrappers at her, was not in the correct position to whack the entrants. So, instead, she glared at them menacingly from her perch on top of one of the seats.
The boy glanced at them all in a manner that half suggested confusion, but was well masked in a haughty glare. "And you might be..?" he asked, nasal voice as self possessed and stuck up as his face.
"We're Genoise." Kokoro said, looking up from her manga. She was devouring, at an alarming rate, the Japanese language Kamikaze Kaitou Jeanne.
The boy sneered at this, seeming not to know who or what a Genoise was. "You must be first years. Mudbloods, no doubt." Ignatia, hearing the derogatory way in which he said the last sentence, jumped up.
Ajina got a word in first, however. "First years..? of what?" The boy looked blankly at them, while Opal whispered her confusion over the word mudblood to Kokoro.
Ignatia, meanwhile, had stood up and walked over to the boy. "I don't know what you're talking about, or who you are, but you had better get out of here fast." She said, punching her palm a few times for emphasis.
The boy laughed for a second or two, but he seemed plainly cowed, and left as quickly as he could without seeming afraid. It didn't work.
Ignatia sat back down, still in an awful state of confusion. What ever was going on aboard this train seemed like something she wanted to get out of, and quickly.
"What do you figure we've gotten ourselves into this time?" Ajina asked, as the train rolled into a large, dark forest.
And to that question, the girls could only remain silent, and hope they would find a way back to a less confusing place, and soon.