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noodles 
A seventeen year old boy with a shaven head and cold blue-grey eyes boarded the train having said his goodbyes to his overwhelmed muggle parents who were still standing on the platform looking shell-shocked by everything that was going on around them. He waved at them one last time through the open door, trying (and failing) a smile of reassurance before turning away. He clenched his jaw and began to make his way up the train, his expression stern as he went in search of somewhere quiet where he could just sit and read until they arrived at this Hogwarts place.
He found an empty compartment (free from small firsties who only reminded him more of his predicament), slid open the door and entered. He took a seat by the window, lifting his legs up and resting them on the seat opposite. His eyes averted themself from the view outside to the book in his hands: Hogwarts, A History. He opened it, and continued reading where he left off hoping to get some idea of what to expect when he got to school.
So this meeting was over? Trixie had survived her first duty as Head Girl in the Prefect compartment, and she had already patrolled the middle part of the train, so now all that was left to do for the rest of the journey was, well relax really. She headed for the back, she wanted a different scene to her usual haunt up the front, and it seemed slightly quieter back here. Well apart from the occasional over excited firstie and a little bit of shouting and running here and there. One part seemed quieter then the rest, so this was where the Slytherin headed.
Approaching a door which held only one person, the blonde slid it open and smiled as she saw who was inside.
"Freddie" she looked down at the empty seat next to him and then at what he was reading.
"Swotting up a little before we arrive" she giggled slightly before taking a few steps forward.
"Mind if I join you? Ive done all my duties and well, I need somewhere quiet to sit?" she asked with a gentle grin.