As the train bumped along...

[boston]

Boston sat patiently, staring ahead. Everyone and everything around him was falling all over the place. People were screaming and things were falling, but he stayed put, not seeming to notice.

[Kaiser]

Oh it was quite unnecessary for the Valkerie to travel human-style. In a blink of an eye he could move as energy across the world. Yet lately he'd taken quite a liking to the chaos of the Knight Bus, the tension that rose as the bus sped across the Earth. It seemed the only proper way to travel.

Yet today there was one person who was ruining his fun. It seemed that everyone on the bus was going frantic today except him. It was odd that they were...most witches and wizards had gotten used to the eccentric way the bus moved. Yet this man...he didn't even seem to notice the chaos. While the Valkerie loved watching panic, he even more respected people who stayed put during fear. Deciding to get up from the bed he was sitting on, he stepped over to the man.

"G'day, fellow," he said with a calm, monotonous voice. Kaiser was incredibly tall, almost seven foot, with long silver white hair, and icy blue eyes. He wore a robe of ashen black, and he could easily be distinguished from a crowd. He was, even in his humanoid form, clearly a magical creature. "Some crowd today, hmm?"

[boston]

Boston didn't look up, he didn't move at all. All he did was blink and open his mouth to speak- "Yeah. Little crowded. Haywire." He said with a sigh. Then he looked up at the tall man and blinked. "So...You like looking at cahos?"

[Lynette Pearlcombe]

Lynette shuffled her leather bag to her one side, slipping her nimble fingers into her jeans pocket. Elegant little curses falling from dainty lips, she had to dig deep into the thing. Pockets, such an illusion. In her jeans, she liked to charm them so they were long, could hold more. Today her wand had fallen to the very bottom of her pocket, beneath her sparse coins, old gum wrappers, scribbled reminders to herself.

Finally she yanked the poor thing from her jeans, the wood blurring in an arc over her head until it stretched out over the street. Bang! The faithful Knight Bus hugged the curb, waiting patiently for her.

She smiled weakly and boarded, nodding politely to the men, trying to recall their names from her last trip aboard the bus. Jesus, crowded! She hugged her bag to her, being not two steps onto the bus until it took off with another ear prickling bang. She stumbled clumsily and flailed her arms out to grab for something. Most of the other witches and wizards seemed to be having similiar reactions to the movement. Her stagger was cut short by a high bed crunching into her stomach.

She clung to the bedframe gratefully for a moment, heaved her bag onto the ground, straightened up. Then, staring at the two men who she had just stumbled between, her face grew hot. Immediatly her arms flew to hug around her waist. Her forearms crunched into her bottom ribs. One looked like he might be young enough to be a student, and so bloody calm; the other, she had to crane her neck to meet his gaze, and his eyes such a startling shade of blue!

"I'm sorry," she said automatically. "This bus is so nuts."

[boston]

Boston looked at the girl and gave her a weak smile. Smiling wasn't his strongest suit, but he tried his hardest to look happy at least. "Yeah. Crazy nuts." He sighed and looked up. A man was attached to the top of the bus, clinging onto the top for dear life. His face was mangled into a horrible look. Like he was about to die. Boston blinked and then put his head down to stare straight forward again. "Please...sit down." He said to the girl, practically warning her the bus was about to start again.

[Lynette Pearlcombe]

Lynette searched Boston's face for a moment, then shrugged and sat down carefully on the edge of a seat. The only clue to give away of her anxiety was that as her fingers tightened around the end of her seat and her knuckles were slowly beginning to whiten. She clicked the heels of her boots to the floor absently, looking down at her leather bag thoughtfully.

"I'm Lynette," She said with a glance upward."And you seem unnaturally calm, what with all the screaming and everything."

[Kaiser]

"Yes, or else I wouldn't be on this bus," Kaiser said in a calm voice, but he was soon interrupted by an echoing scream that went throughout the bus. It stopped suddenly, and a girl stepped on the bus. She looked to be another student. Keeping silent throughout the chat between the two, he finally spoke up when she introduced herself. "It's quite amazing, really..." He looked around at the participants of the bus.

"You'd think they've never been on the Knight Bus before...or they're overreacting. Badly. Because I've never seen them get so disturbed over all this." He noticed the man clinging to the roof of the bus. "Huh, and they look so macabre, too. That guy looks like he's going to die. Nothing fatal about the Knight Bus, as far as I know."

[Lynette Pearlcombe]

"People use it too frequently for it to be such a rat's nest." Lynette agreed with the white haired man. She tilted her chin upward to watch him for a careful moment before looking down and fidgeting with the cuff of her coat. She closed her eyes.

"If they don't shut up in a minute I might be so inclined to silencio the lot of them." She added saltily.

[boston]

A sharp bounce of the bus forced Boston to fly up a few inches before landing down the exact same way he started out. He sighed and replied to the girl who randomly stated her name. "I know panicing won't help me. This bus gets me places. So I should be happy about it. My name is Boston."

To the tall, odd, male all Boston said was-"Yeah...They're too dramatic." He was surprised that came out of his own mouth. His life was dramatic and not to mention himself. So he should be complaining, why?