Jacob walked up and down the train several times with his head down, his mouth sealed shut, and his hand continually scratching the back of his neck . He had been hoping that there would be an empty compartment somewhere... but as it would happen, it is extremely difficult to find an empty compartment when you didn't look up from the floor.

So he'd decided that the least bothersome place to be would be the Prefects compartment.

Back down the train he went towards the Special Compartment. He kept his head down as he got closer, and finally picked it up just to be able to find the handle. He opened the door, and quickly sat in an empty seat.

Jacob felt like his throat was getting dry. It was really abnormal for him to not talk this long. He couldn't remember even saying good night to the other boys in his Dorm, but really he didn't feel like talking... he had nothing to say. All he did was stare at his feet, scratch the back of his neck, and somewhat listen to the voices around him.