She almost choked on her frog! What did he say? Lovely? Oh dear... Yep, there was the blushing again. Urgh. Trying to regain her focus, Miranda laughed a little. "Well, that works the other way round too." Hehe. Oh no wait! "I mean..." she swallowed and tried to scramble for the right words. "...who can say no to food, right? I bet everyone likes food. Yeah." she nodded stupidly. Everyone likes food. Gosh, that must've sounded so not smart. But the way she had said it before made it sound like she wanted him to buy her more food. Which she didn't. Or, atleast she thought she didn't.

So Brant's been playing since he could walk. Awesome. Miranda totally appreciated people who knew how important Quidditch was, and had played for a long time. She nodded as he explained about the broom and laughed at the part with he'd make chaos.

Really? Care of Magical Creatures? Eh. Miranda was not too fond of that class. But atleast he hadn't said Herbology or Aritmancy. Or Ancient runes... Or- Squirmy? EEeeuuurgh! She shook her head, chuckling as she made a face. But hey, Quidditch! "Yeah me too! Well, exept for the Care of Magical Creatures lesson... I prefer Defense Against the Dark Arts." she grinned at this. Oh, she thought it would be cool to become an Auror some day. "I wonder who our new Professor will be..." She trailed off, munching on her chocolate.

An eyebrow raised up on Diggy's forehead. He didn't know if the boy really stuttered or if that Greenwood charm Paris was always talking about was really working. It would be cute if it was a girl, but since it was a boy Diggy was sort of at a loss for words, and that was just unusually for a Greenwood. They all tended to over talk when they were nervous, especially his older brother Lucas. "Just Diggy man." he said with a small smirk. Maybe that would help the boy relax or something.

He reached up and loosened the tie around his neck. Vowing to murder his sister the next time he saw her for dressing him up like that when everyone else was dressed like normal teenagers and not a wanna be runway model. He sometime wondered if there was anything going on in his sister's head other than clothes and money. He dismissed that thought, he knew that his sister was really smart and ambitious, she just loved clothes and money. That was her. "I'm 14. Naw this is my first time here, even though I think I'm a 4th year." he explained. Then he stopped talking. He was prattling on and on like a girl. This is when he missed his twin the most. JoJo would have offset his rattling on.

Brody smiled, not really knowing how to respond to what Cela had said, so she just decided to not say anything at all. Tehhe. Because without saying anything it meant that she couldn't offend anyone, and in her opinion that was probably a good thing.

"I am hoping to do that." She nodded. She had sorted out Torin's revision plan last year, so she did believe that she'd probably be okay with her own, but it wouldn't be any bother if she had Cela's help, she was a good friend afterall.

"Great! Well... I should go say hi to a few more people. I'll see you at the feast? If not then I'll let you know when the catalogues arrive and we'll shop!" Cela suggested, just playing it up as if everything was super fine and dandy.

And ohhh it was, it was. Lalala.

She smiled brightly.

"Homesick," Jake repeated, raising a quizzical eyebrow at Nancy. Was she serious? Nine whole months away from home... was no need to be homesick. Riiiiiiiight. "Yuhh-yeahh th-there is," he countered, though smiling a little. It wasn't often that it was Jake correcting someone else. "I mmuh-mmmean I'll duh-duh-deal with it... b-b-but I nnnnnever ffffelt it thuhhh-this bbbbbad before."

Yeah, maybe he shouldn't have told Nancy. She wasn't really reacting... well.

"It'll be fffffffine."

And Jake scratched the adorable kneazle behind the ears again.

Frowning, Jake looked a little lost for a moment, as if he was trying to remember something of utmost importance. He'd said 'Diggy' hadn't he? Well... maybe the kid was talking about his stutter, in which case, Jake decided to ignore that. After the Slytherin girl who had teased him for that last year, he was learning to just kind of deal with stuff, which was also helpful, because he didn't know the difference between joke and insult sometimes.

Oooooh, interesting. What luck that Jake had met a boy the same age. "I'm fuh-fourteen as wuhhh-well. Ttttturned it ye-ye-yesterday. Ssssso I'm a fou-fourth year t-t-too." Even though at 4'9" he didn't really look it. But at least he'd grown. "I'm a Hufflepppppuff."

Jake had vaguely wondered telling Diggy about all that had happened last year, with the three dead students. But since he still believe that he was the culprit, he decided that was a kind of... no-no.

"Whuhh-where've you bbbbbeen? Like, instead of Huhh-Hohwarts... if yyyou don't muhh-mind me asking," Jake asked, kind of intrigued. There was something familiar about Diggy, but he couldn't place it. Maybe it was just... him going crazy again.

As Sylvia's stomach made a horrible groaning noise, she made her way to the food trolley and bought a chocolate frog. And before it could run away, she bit one of his legs off.

HAHA. NO ESCAPIN'.

Sylvia felt much better now, she couldn't stand being hungry. She ALWAYS wanted to stay full, but chocolate frogs were delicious and her tummy was making noises. The noises had died down and she was glad that people hadn't started giving her weird looks.

Hungry!

Why didn't they just do normal things for a change when it came to food? Sure it was nice to have things that were all magical and shizzle, but sometimes he'd quite like a Jaffa Cake or something of that ilk. But nooo. All they had that he might of liked, was a pumpkin pastry. Gah. It was silly. Wandering up to the trolley and looking over the head of some random first year who looked SO excited that his head was going to fall off, he groaned inwardly.

Boring exciting foods. Looking around the trolley for a bit, his heart gave a lurch... Then calmed down. It was some other blonde.. Not Brody. All the same, he realised that he'd been staring at her... And... WAS HER STOMACH MAKING WEIRD NOISES?! Frowning slightly, he turned away from her for a moment, and then, as if he couldn't take it, turned back to her. "I'm sorry, but you look an awful lot like someone I know... I do apologize if I was scowling." Pfft. Not made to be a charmer.

Whilst picking at the chocolate frog just so it wouldn't look like she wasn't shoving the whole thing in her mouth, Sylvia gave up and tossed the frog into the nearest bin. She didn't want to look mucky and have chocolate all over her hands.

The thing that worried her most was the creepy guy who was staring her out as if he was a trained assassin and he was assigned her. That was quite a scary thought, but shortly after the few seconds of glaring, he began to walk again. Phew, no killings there then. Sylvia began to get back to the compartment and to the usual looking in her compact mirror until that same boy began talking to her. Sylvia turned around and smiled slightly. "Umm .. it's alright, you were scowling, but people tend to scowl at me." She laughed a little, that made her sound like a horrible person. She looked like someone he knew? "Well .. I don't have any sisters." She shrugged. Maybe just becuase she was blonde, there was a lot of blonde girls at Hogwarts.

Lucia walked up to the food trolley and took a few minutes to see what she wanted. She decided on some chocolate frogs, cauldron cakes, licorice wands and sugar quills. She paid fir her snacks and headed back toward her compartment.

“Alright folks. Outta the way. Coming through.” Oliver pushed his way through the throng of people to the front of the queue and came to a halt in front of the food trolley. He was aiming for charming with the smile on his face but it just, as always, looked cocky... or, sort of amused... by something. By the world around him, perhaps?

“I'll take a dozen chocolate frogs and one of those 'deee-licious' looking pasties, please.” Delicious looking? The air quotes he made when he said the word showed what he really thought. But a growing lad has to eat and they looked the most.. appealing thing here. He rocked on the balls of his feet, still smiling at the trolley dolly (...er.. what? trolley troll more like), while he waited for her to pull her finger out and see to his order. 'Fix me mah dinnah, woman'.

ah-ha ah-ha hehehe...

Nunually seemed lost by this point an she sighed. She really was hungry and her arm was hurting, it appeared to be swollen by this time. She rolled down her sleeve and favored her left arm. She suddenly saw a line and she smiled.
"Excuse me is this were I can find some food?" she asked softly, she was a little scared since she didn't know anyone

Raven made her way through the crowd, it seemed every term that this trolley had become more crowded especially by the ickle firsties; with her bass on her back and a pocket full of coins, she fixed her Slytherin tie and smoothed out her robes. This 6th year was never one to let people get in her way and this term she'd make that known, her reptuation to be the troublemaker definitely preceded her.

Mmmm. Georgie had FINALLY gotten her chocolate bar! SQUEE! Sweet, sweet white chocolate and rice crispies and rainbow sprinkles and MmmMMMMmMm!

Excited fingers fumbled with the gold wrapper as an excited Georgina made her way out of the food trolley. It seemed to be more packed with people that when she was first there. Poo. They'd inevitably stain and wrinkle her personalized, pink-stitched uniform, or ruin her hair! Ack! Nooo!

Sure enough, just as she was about to take her first bite, some rude person decided to shove through the line, taking no consideration whatsoever of the people around him. Ooh, that annoyed her. "Hey, watch it," she whined, eyeing the boy as he nonchalantly purchased his goods. She was almost sure that if there were good people at Hogwarts, there were definitely the rotten ones, too. Hmph. Deciding to let that slide, Georgie went along on her way.

ACK!

Just as she turned, a long, metallic-looking stem swiped at her, as she was able to duck just in time. Her haaaair! Flustered, Georgie looked for the source of the metal stem thingy, and realized it was what looked like a bass, slung on the back of yet another oblivious student. Rawr!

"Watch iiiit!" Georgie squealed again, more concerned about herself than annoyed at the others, desperate now more than ever to get out of the food trolley. This was a madhouse.

Just as Raven purchased her food and paid for it, she turned around when she heard a voice squealing at her; ugh that was becoming annoying already. "Did you say something? All I heard was squealing there." she asked with her left eyebrow raised and then took a bite out of one of the licorice wands, why was it that new students seemed to think they ruled the train?

She adjusted the shoulder strap on her bass to make sure it wouldn't move anytime she turned around, there was no way she'd be blamed if someone got knocked out by a flying musical instrument.

Nunually didn't want to be in the way of the older students so she moved and then she bumped into the wall and hit her already throbbing left arm. "Ouch." she mumbled and decided to head back to the back of the train, but she noticed that she could get the food a pay for it. She grabbed one of each and payed for it, and headed out. Everything she was carrying was in her right arm. She wondered if she should apologize for being in the way of the older students.

What the!? Oliver heard a wee whinny female voice and looked around trying to locate where it had come from. He lowered his eyeline and saw a small girl trying to make her way through the crowds. His mouth turned downwards a little as he watched her struggle to get through the packed carriage.

Shrugging, he turned back to the 'trolley troll' with the cocky smile fixed back in place, took his order and handed over the sickles. 'The enjoy your meal comment.' from the woman was met with the response... “Yeah.. and enjoy your..er.. trolley.” Talk about dead-end job. He scrunched up his face and began the task of, once again, shoving his way through the mass of students to get out. “Get outta the way. Coming back through.”

Push, push, shove, push. ...Pause, roll eyes. ...Push, shove, shove... etc. This was worse than being a participant in a muggle cattle market.

“Lemme out of here!” He directed a “Shoo..” at a small kid who seemed hell bent on not moving. Tsk, tsk. Kids.

D:

Georgie was, needless to say, appalled. Just because she was a good 5 feet, 5 inches didn't mean she was a first year! Matter of fact, she was already in seventh year! Hogwarts made sure of that. Didn't it? Oooh. And didn't Hogwarts have badges that said what year one was in? She was a grow up! Well, indeed, she did look younger than her age, and that was something she was proud of, but there were times, like today, that it became annoying. Uuugh.

She opened her mouth and closed it, thinking of something to say, until she finally settled for a pout, then folded her arms across her chest. "Then you must have something stuck in your ears. Or maybe that bass guitar is getting to you. You sure it hasn't been hitting your head too much? Cos it sure almost hit mine," she snapped, furrowing her brow for emphasis. Oooh! How annoying!

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What the!? Oliver heard a wee whinny female voice and looked around trying to locate where it had come from. He lowered his eyeline and saw a small girl trying to make her way through the crowds. His mouth turned downwards a little as he watched her struggle to get through the packed carriage.

Shrugging, he turned back to the 'trolley troll' with the cocky smile fixed back in place, took his order and handed over the sickles. 'The enjoy your meal comment.' from the woman was met with the response... “Yeah.. and enjoy your..er.. trolley.” Talk about dead-end job. He scrunched up his face and began the task of, once again, shoving his way through the mass of students to get out. “Get outta the way. Coming back through.”

Push, push, shove, push. ...Pause, roll eyes. ...Push, shove, shove... etc. This was worse than being a participant in a muggle cattle market.

“Lemme out of here!” He directed a “Shoo..” at a small kid who seemed hell bent on not moving. Tsk, tsk. Kids.

And then there was this annoyingly arrogant boy shoving his way through the crowd yet again! Ooh! And, ugh, the way he LOOKED at her! It was almost like he was looking down on her like she was a LITTLE GIRL! And, age-wise, she was not! She would bet she was older than this guy. Hmph.

Deciding not to snap back, she merely stretched her foot out discreetly, in the boy's way, and waited for him to trip over her extended foot.

It would serve him right.

Raven was definitely not going to be disrespected by this girl, at 5 foot 8 inches; this sixteen year old definitely was running the show here and wasn't going to allow anyone to push her around especially not after the drama she had to go through earlier in the summer at her own party. She folded her hands over her chest to stop herself from doing something that could cause Slytherin to lose points.

"Well maybe if you payed more attention, you wouldn't have almost got hit! Maybe you should learn some respect because evidentally you don't have any." she replied with a glare so cold, it would make fire extinguish itself.

Georgie snorted. No, the beginning of a giggle was more of the term. Georgine Abendroth did NOT snort. Ew. Bahaha.

As her giggle-fit developed, Georgie became more and more aware that she was laughing not to annoy the girl or to scoff at her or anything. She was laughing because she actually found the whole thing genuinely funny. And Georgie being Georgie, she found a lot of things funny. Of course, she didn't expect the annoying girl to know that right away.

"If you weren't so insistent on cutting the line, maybe you wouldn't have any trouble," she said, once her giggles died down enough for her to speak. Then she looked over her shoulder to the boy who had cut the line, too. "And besides, he was being rude, too." She jerked a thumb over her shoulder at the boy, and shrugged. It was a chain reaction, the way things happened. And she was just caught in the middle of it all.

Raven frowned as the girl began to laugh, that was incredibly insulting; there was no way this was going to stand. "What's so funny huh?" she asked, her thick Irish accent becoming evident and things were not going to end well especially if she couldn't calm down, she really did not want to have to make an example out of the girl but if it had to be done, she'd more than gladly do it.

"Oh well excuse me..." She began mockingly before taking a breath to continue. "Well I didn't see any line, you must be one of those "brilliant" Ravenclaws because I did not cut into said line" she added with a frown crossing her face.

Oliver was nearly out. He could smell freedom; see the light at the end of the tunnel; taste the....

Eeeeep! He was down. And off went his freshly bought pasty, up in the air to god knows where.

Now that was enough to make him pout. Not the falling – but the loss of his lunch. “My paaaasty.” He whined, frowning. Wait. How had he got here? On the Grooound!?

His eyes fell on a foot, then travelled upwards, all the way up until they landed on a girl. And not any random girl, it was the one who had knocked into him before. “You.” He looked up at her from his place on the ground. “YOU...” He repeated and jabbed his finger at her. “...little girl, owe me a pumpkin pasty.” Hmph. That was so not cool.

Georgie wasn't one to hold grudges. No, she was more the friendly type. She didn't engage in fights. The only reason she WOULD fight was when it involved Hugo, and when it involved Hugo, the catfights were never, ever pretty.

But this wasn't Hugo related, therefore she would let it slide.

She grinned at the girl's question, and then shrugged. "I dunno. I just like laughing. Makes me feel better. And, well," she paused to think, but she wasn't really thinking anything. "I just find it funny that a lot of people have tried to pick fights with me - and you're no exception, mind - but I just don't want to. Mmkay?" She wasn't oblivious. She just didn't want to. Okay, so maybe she was just a biiit oblivious to it all.

Then she giggled again upon hearing the 'brilliant' comment. It didn't matter that it was mockery. It was a compliment to her. "Oh. Well, if you didn't, then okay then," she said, shrugging her shoulders once more.

"Saaay. I think you need chocolate. Y'know. To cheer you up. It reduces wrinkles, too." Randommm.

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Oliver was nearly out. He could smell freedom; see the light at the end of the tunnel; taste the....

Eeeeep! He was down. And off went his freshly bought pasty, up in the air to god knows where.

Now that was enough to make him pout. Not the falling – but the loss of his lunch. “My paaaasty.” He whined, frowning. Wait. How had he got here? On the Grooound!?

His eyes fell on a foot, then travelled upwards, all the way up until they landed on a girl. And not any random girl, it was the one who had knocked into him before. “You.” He looked up at her from his place on the ground. “YOU...” He repeated and jabbed his finger at her. “...little girl, owe me a pumpkin pasty.” Hmph. That was so not cool.

Ohh wait! That was right. She still had her foot stuck out. No wonder something felt off. Hmm.

HEEHEE. Another gigglefit was about to burst. She could feel it bubbling in her chest...

BAHAHAHAHAHA.

Pursing her lips did no good in her attempt to hold back her sniggers, but Georgie didn't mind. What she did was GOOD. And what happened to the boy was even BETTER. WOOT.

As soon as her gigglefits died down, she placed a hand gently over her mouth, smiling behind it. At the boy's annoyance, and the finger that he stuck in front of her face, Georgie snickered quietly yet again.

"S-sorry," she managed, stammering at first as she tried to get her voice straight. Then she cleared her throat. "Sorry about that, but you started it. You totally shoved," she told him matter-of-factly. And it was true, too!

"And I don't owe you anything, and I'm not a little giiirl!" She was NOT! D:

Oliver scrunched up his face. She was laughing at him. It was fine for him to laugh at the world, but he didn't like being laughed at in return. “Shoved? Yeah.” He admitted, clearly extremely irritated. “Look at all these kids. We'd be at Hogwarts before I got served... and I wont be sorted on an empty stomach.” He was totally going to be a Slytherin – he just knew it; Or possibly a Gryffindor. He was brave, yep.. brave, man; AND brainy too... perhaps the Blue house? No, no , no. Slytherin. Nod nod.

He placed his palms on the floor and scrambled to his feet. “You owe me a pasty.” He repeated looking doooown at her. “You're little to me. And you look like a girl. Are you a boy? A little boy? Did your momma teach you to shave?” hehe - yo mamma. That annoying self satisfied smile returned to his face. But, ah man... he didn't want to have to look at that trolley woman again. Sigh.

What a rude boy, Georgie noted, as she folded her arms across her chest and looked at the boy from head to toe. He didn't look like trouble. In fact, his fluffy head of hair looked kind of cute. Indeed, looks could be deceiving. Georgie hated that the MOST. Aside from bad hair days, wrinkled clothing, broken nails, expired lip gloss, girls running after Hugo... you get the point.

It was true that the food trolley was jam packed with students - kids, as the boy put it - but Georgie wouldn't give him the satisfaction of knowing she agreed with him. She didn't like him. Period. "You're certainly the selfish one," she said, not sparing her irritation. Right back at him.

UNGH. And he just WOULDN'T let up on the little thing, would he? If there was something Georgie hated (again), it was being called LITTLE. She wasn't little, as far as she was concerned. It was only ever okay when Hugo called her little. THAT was cute. Heeheehee.

THIS was not cute.

"Are you blind and confused, then?" She flipped her hair and flicked at her pink-stitched skirt, then raised an eyebrow. "Or are you just stupid? Or have you never seen a girl before? Or don't you know what a man looks like, since you've never once looked in a mirror? Or are you just lame for using 'yo mamma?'" She asked repeatedly, air quoting the yo mamma part.

She COULD be mean if she wanted to. Hmmm...

Ahahaha! That stopped her laughing... but Oliver wasn't sure he liked the folded arms or the glare she was currently giving him instead.

Selfish.. pfft.. he pouted a bit at that - his chin jutting out a little. Maybe he was a teeeny tiiiiny bit selfish but...

Blind and confused?

“You just said yourself..” He trailed off and sighed. Oliver's sarcastic wit was just lost on some people. Most people.

STUPID!? Nuh-uh. Now she was being personal. Clearly he wasn't going to get a replacement pasty from this girl. Where THE HELL had his gone anyway!? He glanced around at the floor around them. Someone had probably trampled on it. He looked back at the girl and chuckled at her words. “You could be fond of girl's clothes for all I know. A cross dressing. Little. Boy.” He leaned forward and squinted at her face. “Nah – can't tell. Sorryyyyy.” heh. Aaaannnd added just to make sure he wasn't outwitted by the 'stupid' comment and all that followed. Lame!? The Yo Momma jibe was highly witty. “Actually, is that stubble I see?” He stood back, folded his arms and grinned at her. "Mate."

Boo yah.

Hehehe.