After labelling and stacking her trunk at the back of the compartment (okay, after watchimg her father do it for her), Felicity had bid goodbye to him, made a dramatic insistence that she would be fine and was of course going to go and find a compartment to sit in, and then... Sat on top of her luggage.

Fiddling with the handle of her backpack to stop herself from burying her head in her hands, the sixth year couldn't stop the look of dread that formed on her face. She'd been back in the UK for exactly four hours by her watch, and the American already missed home. No matter how much her parents insisted that here was her home now, she'd never believe it. Part of her was looking forward to seeing the friends she'd spent the summer away from, but another part, a selfish part, just didn't want to: no doubt they'd all done great in their OWLs, when no matter how much work she put in she'd always be average. And as for her boyfriend... Well, he was undoubtedly basking in the faux-power being a Prefect gave him, and Felicity didn't want him to feel obligated to sit with her. Because that's what it would be. So little miss negative was going to sit here, alone.