Was it bad she was actually excited to be back on this train? Sure, it was giving them a ride to their ultimate doom for the rest of the year, but the train rides were nice. Long, eventful, and usually ended up with one more enemy to add to her growing list of names. Not to mention she'd be clinging onto a certain Gryffindor the whole time.

And with said Gryffindor trapped in her grasp at the moment, the sixth year Slytherin made her way down the aisles of the train, Poof following by her side, not bothering to look into the compartments until she came to the back. The back had the good seats, obviously. Like this compartment here. Empty, and quiet. Perfect.

And it shall be claimed as theirs.