Originally Posted by harrypottterbroadway

Hm, perhaps sitting in the middle of the train corridor wasn't as interesting as Keeley had planned on. Of course, a couple of people stepped on and/or tripped over her, and there was the majority of passerby who gave her an odd look, as if to say, 'Um.. why the heck are you just sitting there?'

Scooping up her extremely fat old cat, Aphrodite, Keeley brushed back one of her many messy braids. Still no open compartments, either. Meh, might as well do something productive while she waited for something to happen. Almost automatically, the girl pulled out her sketchpad, impulsively doodling whatever came to her head.