Dahlia had been in a constant fog over the last few weeks. The days blended in and and out and most of the time she wasn't even sure if it was morning or night. Never before had she been so glad to be hurried along onto the train towards home. All she had waited since that day... was to go home.

With her trunk already stowed away there was nothing more for her to do then to find herself a place to sit. That place just so happened to be the very first compart door she slid open, peered into and saw was empty. Slipping inside and letting the door slide closed behind her, Lia wandered over to the bench and sat down against the window.

Setting her bag down beside her she opened it taking out two things, a green apple sugar quill and Sir Frederik Puffington the Pink Pygmy Puff whom was set on her shoulder. How he had made it through everything, she had no idea but Merlin was she thankful that he had. Her bag was then dropped down onto the floor at her feet and feet were pulled up onto the seat, knees pulled up to her chest. She mindlessly nibbled at the tip of the sugar quill, blue eyes fixed on nothing in particular out the window.