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Lysander Scamander

"Don't worry if people think you're crazy. You are crazy."

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a character in “The Year The Sky Fell {Hogwarts}”, as played by fivehours

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So begins...

Lysander Scamander's Story

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Character Portrait: Alice Longbottom Character Portrait: Lysander Scamander Character Portrait: James Sirius Potter Character Portrait: Scorpius Malfoy
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Lysander could barely suppress the urge to part his lips and let out what was to most likely be an outstanding yawn, the thought itself prompting him to raise his palms and scrub vigorously at his drooping eyelids. It took every fibre of his being not to simply sink into the crimson cushions that lay beneath him which, at the time, didn't seem unlike a soft, airy cloud. Be as it may, the day itself was still young and stillness of the steam-powered vehicle, coupled with its deafening hoots and screeches, signified that it was not even yet eleven o'clock- the assigned time in which the train begins to make its way to Hogwarts.

The young wizard had no one else to blame but himself for his current state of drowsiness and it wasn't uncommon for him to be in such a state; he's always up during all hours of the night doing something or other that kept him from resting. During this particular instance, he had stumbled upon his grandfather's, Xenophilius Lovegood, recordings of the Crumple-Horned Snorkack. There wasn't much to read, per say, but there was much to analyse about the creature. The elusive magical creature most likely hailed from Sweden , but was never found (even by his mother, who searched the globe for the improbable creature for years.)

Lysander and Lorcan had been fortunate enough to snag an empty compartment while others were distracted by fellow friends and classmates they had not seen for quite a time. Lysander knew how difficult it could be to find a compartment that was either not completely full or would, at the very least, accept you once the students were in their respective places and the train was off and moving. The twins made that mistake second year; they had a rather unpleasant ride with a domineering fourth year Slytherin and two very snippy Ravenclaws, one of which sweated profusely. By their sixth year, well, they valued the peace that came with picking one's own space.

Despite his letharigic state of being, there was a familiar buzz of excitement that coursed through the young wizard's veins. It happened every time that he found himself back in the Hogwarts Express once again, the very sight of the sleek ebony and crimson vehicle left him breathless and exhilorated. Even at the moment Lysander was breathing in the earthy scent of the train's interior like he couldn't get enough of it and the compartments, to which some may argue are constricting and stifling, were welcoming, warm, and cozy. It was his favorite place to be. Well, second favorite to Hogwarts, of course. “I’m off to find Briggs.” Lorcan grinned that signature boyish grin of his, the one that always made Lysander want to smile back at him, no matter what mood he was in. Briggs was Lorcan’s fellow Gryffindor and good friend to boot. Lysander liked Briggs- he was a rather plump fellow and smelled of sugar plums and pumpkin spice, but he was kind and accommodating. “I’ll be back before you can say Dashing Dugbogs. Make sure Tolstoy stays out of trouble!”

Tolstoy was, if anything, an unattractive creature; he was an ugly shade of arboraceous brown, his back legs were too short for his large, lumpy body, and his eyes were bulging and cockeyed. Yet, his twin had to have found him oddly charming, for he was the one that picked out the unfortunate toad during their visit at The Magical Menagerie when they were only eleven. Lysander had to admit, Tolstoy grew on him as well throughout his years with his brother.

Tolstoy sat adjacent to Lysander, staring at him expectantly with his crooked eyes and croaking meekly. “He may cause quite some trouble, Lorcan.” He replied as earnestly as he could. It had Lorcan chuckling and patting his twin’s shoulder before vanishing.

As Lysander now found himself alone, he raked a hand through his blonde curls and pulled out a book. He might as well do some reading. He’d have a quick catnap later on the way to Hogwarts and feel rested by the time they got there.

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The first day of September, and platform 9 and 3/4 of King's Cross station was as cacophonic as it always was when the year reached this particular date. In the preceding months, the platform was bare and desolate, not a single soul in sight, when... Bang. Come the first of September, and suddenly the place was bustling. Teeming with a wild menagerie of nervous first-years, quivering muggle parents, confident seniors... The dissonance was deafening, a thunderous concoction of sound, from the laughter of excited students to the screeching of pet owls, indignant towards the cages they were forced to reside in throughout the journey.

"Alright, Hugo. Be careful not to destroy any more toilets, okay? I don't care how much Fred dares you.." Hermione Weasley's words were tender and firm as she adjusted the fourteen-year-old's collar, her brown eyes meeting Hugo's own when he began to sputter a protest. "And as for that troll in flying..." Her words were cut off by her husband's undisguised scoff, "You're telling him off for rubbish flying?" Hermione slapped his arm, although her lip curled in grudging amusement, "Shut up." As Ronald Weasley tussled his son's fiery locks, Hermione turned to Rose. "Have a good time, honey. Write, okay?" Rose replied with a smile, already stepping into the train, "I will." She offered the doting pair a casual wave before mounting the train, lugging her heavy suitcase after her, with Cornelius' cage perched precariously on top.

She walked down the thin aisle, for about a minute or two, before finding a free compartment and slipping inside. Or at least, that is what she had intended on doing. However, she quickly found that nearly all of the compartments were full. She sighed with annoyance as she passed yet another one, this one stocked with a trio of Ravenclaws, all three of which shot her looks of disdain, immediately halting her request to share. She awkwardly excused herself awkwardly, wincing at her own lack of tact. She closed the door quickly, and sighed, mentally scolding herself, "Come on, you're a prefect now. Get a hold of yourself, would you?" Oh. That reminded her. She reached into the pocket of her jacket, and pulled out a badge. It was red and gold, her house colours, with the symbol of a lion in the background, and emblazoned with a capital 'P'. Her parents had been so pleased... Rose, less so. She looked down at the trinket with the slightest hint of disdain, before tutting to herself and moving to put it back in her pocket. This simple action, however, was rather abruptly interrupted, as a flash of ginger weaved between her feet, causing her to stumble, and the badge flew from her hand, rolling down the aisle. Rose moved to chase it, only for her her to remember that she was, in fact, a wizard. Funny, that.

She reached once more into her jacket, this time pulling out a slender stick of wood, "Accio ba-" "Wait! Mr Tibbs! Come back!" Once again, Rose was sent stumbling, this time by a desperate Hufflepuff, who did not bother with an apology as he chased after his escaping cat. As the boy ran, his shoe kicked the grounded wand, firing it after the missing badge. "Seriously?!" Rose cried in an exasperated tone, hurrying after her wand.

"Wandwandwandwandwand..." Her eyes darted around the aisle, her brow creased in nervousness as she looked, only to soften with relief. The wand had rolled between the crease at the bottom of the door of a compartment. Kneeling down, she retrieved the wand, "Accio badge." The badge flew from down the aisle, and she caught it, shoving it back into her pocket. "Okay. Now. Compartment." She turned to continue wandering, only to note the lack of sound being emitted from the compartment she already stood outside of. "Huh." She opened the door, and deflated slightly. It was, in fact, occupied. Rose couldn't see the boy's face all that well, as it was hidden by a book, and she cleared her throat slightly in order to alert him to her presence. "Ah, sorry. Do you mind if I sit here? The other compartments are full.""