Isabelle walked onto the Hogwarts Express. Finally, she was going back. It felt so weird to be boarding the Hogwarts Express for her last year, even though she was still new to it. It was hard to believe how fast this summer had gone. Maybe it was all the coffee that speed it up.

Isabelle took a seat next to the window in the front of the train. There weren't really any people there yet. She shoved her trunk up in the trunk carrier thingy, smoothed out her sparkly skirt and sat down unstrapping her heels a little bit, it would probably be a while before she got up again and her heels were killing. Sighing she took out her mug of coffee and a French magazine to read on the way there. She wasn't expecting anyone to sit next to her.