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Having just returned from Bavaria a few days prior, Dia hadn't had the time to catch up with anyone from Hogwarts before hopping on the train. So she had no idea when the back of the train had become the place for the Small Ones. Where were all the other seventh years?! Or was she the first seventh year on the train? Heck, she didn't even see any fellow Slyth-oh wait, there was that dash named girl, Dos Whatever. So, one other Slytherin, then. But one of the aforementioned Small Ones, so...
Anyway, this seventh year was making her way to the very back of the back car, loudly shout-singing an extremely old song she'd heard on an equally old vinyl disc that her uncle had found in this even older house he'd been asked to clean out and had brought home (the disc, not the house). "With the lights down, it's less dangerous! Here we are now, entertain us! I feel stupid and contagious! Here we are now, entertain us!" Fellow Slytherins and seventh years would recognize this as a sign that Dia had had WAY too much sugar, but what would the Small Ones think? And did the shout-singing Slytherin really even care? The answer to the latter was: not really. Nor did she care what they would think when she started using any and all available surfaces as a drum set either. Or when she added headbanging, jumping and flips to the routine either. She was riding too big of a sugar rush.
Yes, twenty chocolate frogs in the hands of Lydia Anni Wolff was a dangerous thing, folks. ".....whatever, nevermind!"
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