They were off. Finally. Literally, Amy had had to drag her dad away from his buisness chat, had found another fitty, bumped into Everett again and had been screamed at by Sammy. In a nice way of course. And she had met Nessie. And saved her skin from her olds, though she was trapped by other people and they'd got seperated. And now her stuff was loaded up into luggage part of the train, her trunk, the bottom one, and the heaviest one, loaded up with all her books for her OWLs, plus endless revision notes that she'd started over the summer. She was determined to do well this year, she had to get good OWLs for her NEWTs and ultimatley Uni.

But that was AGGGEEES away.

And Amy was on her own. Lugging her travel bag into one of the only empty compartments, her bright red jumper stood out from most of the dark "muggle" clothes that a lot of students were wearing. The fringing on her bag russled against her leg as she flopped down, and as she dragged a hand through her wild mane of hair, she tossed her bag onto the seat, pulling out her Ipod with her.

She plugged in the headphones with a silent prayer

Please don't blow up again