Presley pulled her trunks onto the train and quickly located an empty compartment. Even the absence of Elliot couldn't upset her today. She stowed the heavy luggage on the rack above her head and sat down, pulling out her brand new book. Her brother had given it to her for her birthday, today, and she was anxious to read the never-been-turned pages. It was the Ravenclaw in her.

She leaned against the window, pulled her feet up onto the bench (something she never would have done her first year, she recognized), and began to read.