Her pudgy legs, albeit less pudgy than last term, carried her down the corridors towards the end of the train. It wasn't that Daphne Hopton didn't enjoy the company of others it was j--Oh, who was she kidding? Common students bothered her! She thought, waving a hand irately as if swatting an invisible fly, legs stopping her body in front a compartment. Especially the dirty kind.

This term she hoped she could avoid that boy Garret and his friend Cel, or at least stop them from trying to murder her like last time. Holding the glass terrarium away from herself, Daphne allowed her hazel eyes to fall on the tree frog with scorn. She only had the bloody thing because of Miss Jillian, who couldn't take care of it during the summer. As soon as she arrived at Hogwarts it was her responsibility! She wanted nothing else to do with the carnivorous thing.

Feeding the amphibian crickets had given her nightmares for days. Peeking inside a seemingly empty compartment, Daphne blinked her golden lashes at the panicked looking young man holding a--what was that? Curiously, she took a step forward into the compartment, pale brows knitting together in confusion, shoulders bouncing every time that--plant, for that what it seemed to be, honked.

"Uh," hesitated the blond girl, her foot squishing some non-existent dirt underneath her shiny brown shoe. You look three seconds way from a cardiac arrest. "Excuse me...."

That would do for now.