As she boarded the train, Eliza turned and spared one more glance at her family. Instead of a smile or a wave, she smirked at them. She'd be just fine at her new school. So as long as she was sorted into Slytherin with the other members of her family, she'd be right at home.

With that, she turned and stared down the corridor of the train. She didn't care where she sat. Front of the train? Back of the train? They were all the same to her. She'd heard this ride was hours long, so maybe she could just get somewhere and take a nap. As she headed straight toward a random compartment, she tried hard not to look anybody in the eye. Random fluffy conversations weren't exactly her thing.

Yet at the same time, she prepared herself for the mass of questions that were bound to come anyway--Hi! I'm so-and-so! What's your name? How was your summer? What house are you hoping to get into? Maybe if she just stuck a note on the compartment door that said, "Eliza Bellerose. It was fine. Slytherin." people would get the point. She rolled her eyes to herself. She could just see her mother side-eyeing her over those thoughts.

She slid into an empty compartment, closed the door, and sat down quietly. Nine hours. This should be just peachy.