Shortly after Emily had blundered herself into a rear compartment her older, third year friend glided into the compartment. She contrasted her old friend, rather than being clumsy, loud and cheerful she had graceful composure, she was quiet(er) and rather sarcastic and polite (it's more out of respect than genuine kindness). She was also half elf and for some reason her elven father could not understand, she was friends with a ginormously tall (taller than her) human who seemed to make every effort to "make an episode of herself."

"There you are Emily. I was worried that you might have fallen infront of the train. But I see you've fallen into a boy." Arakhora, whom Emily called 'Ari,' laughed like water trickling over a stream, "Atleast I got the 'falling' part correct." Arakhora took a seat across from the young man in the compartment. "How do you do. I am Arakhora Daoin of an ancient elven city which you humans cannot pronounce without practice."