Chapter Two
Hi again,
Thanks so much to Lady Belladonna Noire for reviewing – I'm really sorry about the punctuation, I think you mean the bits when I had lists in it – I tried to start each item on a new line when I wrote it, but I couldn't make the formatting work – if anyone has any ideas about how to use bold or other formatting things like that, I'd be very grateful,
Oh yeah, I don't own anything, apart from the things you don't recognise
"Don't be stupid, Goyle. There's no point in taking a stinking muggle train all the way to Idiotville, or wherever we're going. Father's set us up a portkey so we can go to my house for the morning, then we'll pick up the train for one last stop."
A very different group of three students were sneaking through the concrete walls of the station, out into the drizzle of the small town. Flicking his head around, the smallest of them spotted a tangled old skipping rope in the long grass near the door, and jerking his head towards it, one of the two chimpanzee-types with him lumbered along to pick it up.
"Follow me", snapped the boy, running a hand through his white hair as two muggle girls strolled past. The three boys entered the men's bathroom (though not without a definite sneer from the blonde one), which was empty, as luck ( or a suspiciously placed 'out of order' sign) would have it, and each placed an unwilling finger on the soggy rope. "the 14:50 for Malfoy Manor, Wiltshire" came a voice, and in a flash of green light they found themselves outside a gaudy pair of black iron gateposts, in the heart of the British countryside.
Hi again,
Thanks so much to Lady Belladonna Noire for reviewing – I'm really sorry about the punctuation, I think you mean the bits when I had lists in it – I tried to start each item on a new line when I wrote it, but I couldn't make the formatting work – if anyone has any ideas about how to use bold or other formatting things like that, I'd be very grateful,
Oh yeah, I don't own anything, apart from the things you don't recognise
"Don't be stupid, Goyle. There's no point in taking a stinking muggle train all the way to Idiotville, or wherever we're going. Father's set us up a portkey so we can go to my house for the morning, then we'll pick up the train for one last stop."
A very different group of three students were sneaking through the concrete walls of the station, out into the drizzle of the small town. Flicking his head around, the smallest of them spotted a tangled old skipping rope in the long grass near the door, and jerking his head towards it, one of the two chimpanzee-types with him lumbered along to pick it up.
"Follow me", snapped the boy, running a hand through his white hair as two muggle girls strolled past. The three boys entered the men's bathroom (though not without a definite sneer from the blonde one), which was empty, as luck ( or a suspiciously placed 'out of order' sign) would have it, and each placed an unwilling finger on the soggy rope. "the 14:50 for Malfoy Manor, Wiltshire" came a voice, and in a flash of green light they found themselves outside a gaudy pair of black iron gateposts, in the heart of the British countryside.