Post by BEAU LUCAS RENARD on Jun 5, 2011 11:44:39 GMT
Beau pushed his heaving trolley through the train station at a leisurely pace. His sisters were in tow, along with their parents, so he needn't rush, as it would take them a lot longer to untangle themselves from the crowds than it would Beau. They kept stopping to fuss about this or that, an item occasionally dropping off the top of their overflowing trolleys. His sisters were truly girls. They had packed everything but the kitchen sink, and their mother was no better, fidgeting and fussing every few minutes.
Beau walked with his dad. Luc Renard was a very tall, well-built man, and he carried himself with dignity at all times. Beau figured it was mostly because he spent so much time in work, and had no choice but to carry himself in such a respectable way, but it seemed to have rubbed off in out of work hours. He liked his dad. Well, obviously he loved him, but he actually liked him, too, which he found rare on most families he knew. A lot of kids his age thought their parents nothing but a nuisance, but not Beau.
"Hey, papa, do you think we should just go on through ahead of them and wait on the other side?" he mumbled in his father's ear, eying up his sisters as they tried to calm the two hooting owls that kept getting bashed about in their cages and falling onto the floor. It really was laughable. Had they not been being bitchy with him on the way to the station, Beau might have offered to help his sisters, but they had snapped and sniped the whole way, so he got a small dose of pleasure watching them flail about.
He glanced at his dad, to find he, too, was watching the women in the family with amusement and slight frustration. "Maybe you are right," he conceded after a few moments contemplation. "Renee!" he called across to his wife, who waved a dismissive hand at him as she tried to do a u-turn with one of the trolleys. "Renee! Beau and I are going to go on ahead! We'll see you on the platform!" It was no use, she merely waved once more, though Beau assumed she would figure it out, or one of his sisters would have heard the message at least.
Setting off, he pushed his trolley across to platform nine, his father hot on his heels as he scanned left and right for an opening large enough to allow them through. "Just push your way in," his father suggested after a minute. It seemed as though the crowds would never clear, and they would be stuck there forever. "Come on." Grabbing the handle, Mr. Renard forced the trolley into the crowd, people having no choice but to move out of the way or get crushed. Beau gave his dad a look of great surprise. He would never have been so forward himself. "Sometimes you have to be forceful," his father muttered, noticing the look on his son's face. Before he knew it, Beau was passing through the barrier between platforms nine and ten and emerging out in front of the gleaming red Hogwarts Express.
Beau walked with his dad. Luc Renard was a very tall, well-built man, and he carried himself with dignity at all times. Beau figured it was mostly because he spent so much time in work, and had no choice but to carry himself in such a respectable way, but it seemed to have rubbed off in out of work hours. He liked his dad. Well, obviously he loved him, but he actually liked him, too, which he found rare on most families he knew. A lot of kids his age thought their parents nothing but a nuisance, but not Beau.
"Hey, papa, do you think we should just go on through ahead of them and wait on the other side?" he mumbled in his father's ear, eying up his sisters as they tried to calm the two hooting owls that kept getting bashed about in their cages and falling onto the floor. It really was laughable. Had they not been being bitchy with him on the way to the station, Beau might have offered to help his sisters, but they had snapped and sniped the whole way, so he got a small dose of pleasure watching them flail about.
He glanced at his dad, to find he, too, was watching the women in the family with amusement and slight frustration. "Maybe you are right," he conceded after a few moments contemplation. "Renee!" he called across to his wife, who waved a dismissive hand at him as she tried to do a u-turn with one of the trolleys. "Renee! Beau and I are going to go on ahead! We'll see you on the platform!" It was no use, she merely waved once more, though Beau assumed she would figure it out, or one of his sisters would have heard the message at least.
Setting off, he pushed his trolley across to platform nine, his father hot on his heels as he scanned left and right for an opening large enough to allow them through. "Just push your way in," his father suggested after a minute. It seemed as though the crowds would never clear, and they would be stuck there forever. "Come on." Grabbing the handle, Mr. Renard forced the trolley into the crowd, people having no choice but to move out of the way or get crushed. Beau gave his dad a look of great surprise. He would never have been so forward himself. "Sometimes you have to be forceful," his father muttered, noticing the look on his son's face. Before he knew it, Beau was passing through the barrier between platforms nine and ten and emerging out in front of the gleaming red Hogwarts Express.
