Song leant against the door of an empty compartment and shunted it aside, revealing a thin gap in which she squeezed herself, the arm-load of books she was carrying and an owl cage, which lay empty except a for a few colbalt blue feathers that dotted the floor. She hadn't seen her owl since the train had left, and now, as she stood in the centre of the lonely compartment, looking completely out of place; her dark hair tied up in low, messy plaits and her black rimmed glasses crooked on the bridge of nose, she highly wished that her owl would return. As if it had read her thoughts, a small black head poked itself out of her pocket and mewed cautiously, curious of the new place to where it had been brought.

Smiling gratefully down at the kitten, glad that Quinto had not yet deserted her, she gently picked him out of her pocket and placed him on the pile of books which now sat, neatly stacked, on the far end of the seat by the window. She then sat down beside him, gazing wistfully out at the scenery, which flashed past in a mix of green, golds and oranges. The countryside... She had never seen such a beautiful sight. And yet, even the tranquility of what lay before could not sooth the nerves in the pit of her stomach. They ate away at her, inside and out. Only the kitten lazing next to her kept her from jumping off the train and running home.

Quinto meowed again, his mouth opening wide in a weary yawn, before closing with a numb snap as his teeth came together. It reminded her of why she was going to Hogwarts in the first place: to learn. Knowledge meant a lot to her; it was the only friend she had. Well, she had met that Keeley girl in the Leaky Cauldron yesterday, but she wasn't sure if she was a friend or not. They'd only had a light conversation, most of it drizzled in awkwardness, but that was mainly Song's fault: her nerves and anxiousness were a pain in the...

She sighed and grabbed a book which lay beside her. Bound in magnificent red leather with the words The Basics of Cloth Sewing inscribed in gold lettered on the front, it was beautiful to behold. Stifling a dark grin, she wondered what her father would say if he found out that there was actually a comic book hidden in the pages. Leaning back in her seat, she began to read, with the words cloth and basic no where in sight.