 Hope is the only thing stronger than fear.
Hope moved her way down the train corridor until she had found an open compartment in the back. She left the door open, an invitation for other people to sit with her, at their own risk. She didn't run to the window to wave goodbye to her parents, she had promised to write them so there was no need to drag it out. She took her time sitting down trying to decide which seat gave her the best view of the corridor. She finally chose to sit closest to the door, her back to the end of the train. At least this way she would see a majority of the traffic passing by. She pulled out her fifth crossword book for the month and continued from where she had left off earlier that morning.
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She Can't Help Herself. Her Mind Won't Slow Down.
Watch Out! There's A NEW Ravenclaw In Town.
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