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Oesed 
Hmmmm. "Daphne Hopton," Mused the brunette with a nod at the girl, before taking seat opposite the blonde, and, of course, without asking the girl if she minded her company or not. She was sitting anyway. "I take you had an enjoyable summer?" Small talk and then ... she'd open the Quidditch magazine that was waiting for her inside her purse. Mmhmm.
The compartment door slid open just as the blond was reaching for the inside of her bag. Quietly, Daphne Hopton watched Kovac ease herself into a seat. Willow was undoubtedly, one of the most difficult individuals to read--well, from the ones Daphne had met at Hogwarts. She seemed nice enough though. If anything, she was polite to
her.
"If you ignore waking up at random times of the night to hear my baby brother crying, being the accidental receiver of
barf," enthused the blond holding out her hands towards herself, at the mental image of projectile vomit. "And...well, yes, I suppose it lovely. I hope yours was the same."
Minus the bar.
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Waterloo
An escape was in order. Yes, and Woodson hastily slipped into the nearest compartment..
.. only to discover it occupied. And was that the Kovac girl? Even better. NOT. Still, as usual, manners got the better of him and the fifteen year old bowed his head. "Forgive me for intruding, Miss," he murmured earnestly. "Claustrophobia got the better of me."
For the second time since she entered it, the compartment door opened once more. Daphne's honey eyes flew from the small compact mirror she had managed to fish out of her handbag towards the new arrival. Who was he talking to? Willow Kovac or herself? "So you enter a compartment?" inquired Daphne with a wrinkled brow.
Perhaps it was better than a crowded train corridor; all the same, she doubted the compartment was doing much to fix his claustrophobia. "Maybe you should sit by the window, Mister...?"
Then, Daphne tilted her head. She was no mind reader.