There were kids everywhere. Literally everywhere. She was pretty sure she'd even seen a few hanging off the ceiling a while back, but maybe they'd just been very tall and standing with their arms in the air for whatever reason. Corrigan was from a large family, and was used to crowding into the car and around the table, but none of these people were people she knew. She supposed her cousin was somewhere in this throng, but they'd been separated somehow.

I'll just have to pick a compartment, and she can find me. Yes, that's far more sensible than bumping around the corridors. And so, at the first sighting of an empty (or perhaps mostly empty) compartment, Corrigan slid back the door and hustled inside, closing it with a bang and flopping down on the seats.

Not even at the school and already feeling overwhelmed. Ugh.