Her final year. And she wasn't even getting to go with her old friends back in Nevada. Nope, her mom had decided that, even with the whole aging thing and nearly getting pummeled by trolls in the freaking rain forest, that Hogwarts was a better place for her. A school that stood in wet, foggy and cold Scotland and had weird crap happen all the time better than one that stood in the desert she was used to and didn't have weird crap happen. Sigh.

After having their thirty-eighth fight over that very thing that morning, Layla's mom had taken her to King's Cross. A mere five minutes before the train was supposed to leave. Which meant that she'd had to hoof it to get on the train in time. Luckily, she was still in pretty good shape from all the hiking in Peru. So, the mad dash hadn't been much of a struggle. And she'd made it (barely).

After stowing her trunk in the luggage compartment, Layla found the first empty compartment in the back and parked herself there, stretching her legs out on the seat.