Calen sighed and looked out the window. Travelling too long was boring! If the redhead were five years old, she'd have flailed her limbs like a spazzing mental patient. But the brace face was twelve now; and so that was sooo beneath her. Though, she WANTED to flail about. Where were the peeps? Train rides were only fun if you could talk about who did what and what Hogwarts was like and what your parents did and things like that. And the second year COULD do that. If she wanted to talk to herself and look like a complete loon in front of her peers.

"Uggh, losers." The short girl jested. But seriously, she wanted her crew! They weren't actually her crew, but the sentiment was still there. Apparently, they had run off to do something. And a flash of something hot like electricity ran through her body like a stray wire. Clenching her jaw against the feeling, the Ravenclaw tried to steady her random feelings. What were these things? Was the blue eyed girl sick? Or was it that random love thing Rockwell was talking about. Uggh, better not be. She had seen her brother and his girlfriend in love and it was pretty gross. All of the kissing and the little small talk and.... no. That wasn't her. But they had better not be canoodling!

Wait, how did she know that word? Why did the freckle faced care? Not that Caelen did. Because she didn't. Care that is. she didn't do that at all. So what if Paige, someone they had just met over the summer, was running around with her friend for like two years now. No biggie. Right? Because someone was going to have to tell her heart or something. Because it wasn't getting the message. It was still rather jealous. Realizing that the jealousy had made her lean forward in a thinking position, the kid slammed herself back onto the seat. Because, even though she WAS a calm and mature twelve year old, this love thing made her feel like she was three. But that wasn't what it was, right? Couldn't be! Was she blushing again? Oh, Merlin!