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Tegz 
Trolley? He blinked at Mo. No. West hadn't seen it. He hadn't seen much of anything really. Or anyone. Again, intentional. And it was strange for the youngest Odessa, but Mo surely understood why maybe better than anyone else. Trolley. Food might be good. Better than beating up another first year at least (even if the last time had been in his third year, it'd be infinitely worse this time around). He let out a hiss of a breath.
"Trolley." He agreed. But before that, West dropped the music thing out of the window. And it fell... but caught. Miraculously the ear buds got snagged in the window brace and the cord did not come loose from the ipod itself, so it twirled and danced around in the buffeting air almost as if it were a kite.
Which is all it would be good for at Hogwarts anyways.
He managed to stalk around the trunk somehow, and he pushed between Nigel and Mo and into the corridor.
"..... Thanks." He muttered at them in a barely audible voice as he passed them by, and waited for Mo on the other side.
"My mum didn't pack sandwiches this time," Mo stepped around West and fell in beside him. That had been... more tense than Mo would have expected, considering West wasn't really a hot head. He might occasionally react with some temper, but to go nose-to-nose with a belligerent first year?
"Or rather... maybe she would have, but I wanted to walk the shops before the train and I had Fee drop me early. If there's a basket of food waiting for me at the castle, I'll split it with you." It was half West's anyway, by rights. Momma Branxton was well used to feeding Odessa kids after all this time.
The downside was... no food now. "You look good, mate."