She frowned at that CREEPY smile. "
We stole a huge train from muggles, I think stealing engines would be a piece of cake." But no, she wasn't implying they should steal them. As for making a replica of Scabior's working train... that was downright a mission impossible. "
If you can move near to his table, copying his train, dumping ours then sit back down without Scabior finding out...... then you'll be the most epic, dangerous girl in Hogwarts." Heeeeeh. "
Sadly, you can't." Nobody could, actually. Louisa made herself comfy in her seat as she stared at the train again, that was now slightly moving from the other girl's nudge.
"
Isn't there like a whole department in the ministry for maintenance? So instead of fetching someone for Portkeys, they could've gotten a maintenance team. Would've saved us a lot of injured kids." Nodnod. "
Anyways." She tilted her head at the train and paused... thinking... "
We should write down under what circumstances did the train stop." She pulled her parchment closer.
Ignoring Aspen's question, Louisa shot one of her own, "
Does being a hexing brat make you feel stronger? Under control?" TWO can play this question game.
On her parchment she wrote,
The train stopped:
- At night.
- Not far away from Hogsmeade.
- The lights flickered a couple of times.
- A few bumps occurred.
- One final big halt brought it to a final stop.
"
Looks like a normal out-of-gas thing." SNORT. Only it didn't work by gas, or coal, or any known fuel, right? "
I still believe it's a maintenance thing." How were THEY supposed to fix this? HMMM.