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He was... Seasick.. Travel-sick.. Car-sick.. TRAIN-SICK!
That was the one he was looking for!!! Slumping wearily against one of the... WAAAH! Open windows.. Ashton quickly pulled his body back into the train and saved himself from being swept away with all the wind, debris, and all that icky stuff that was on the line when you flushed the toilets. Suddenly realising that he'd given a little "eeeep!" out loud, Ashton looked around him to make sure that no-one was sniggering at him, gave a large sigh of relief, and relaxed against one of the CLOSED windows this time.
He hated trains...
Actually, he hated all types of transport that wasn't a smooth rolling Mazda. Horses were alright, but after a while they started to hurt your bum. The saddles weren't exactly made out of feathers, neither were the horses' backs. But they worked alright.
IIIIIII. Still feel sick. Was he just really wimpy? Probably, yes.
GONNA HURL!!
Wait... No he wasn't.. Scrap that.
Walking into a compartment which he thought to be empty, Rayedem found a sick-looking, older boy leaning against the window.
Geez, he must be so miserable, he thought, judging by his face he might have never been used to going to school by train at all. He decided to talk to him,
"Hey there, you ok? I've got some an--" he paused, realizing that some wizards may not recognize muggle medications. He decided not to offer him some anti-sickness tablets which he brought just in case he got sick.
"I mean, you can try sitting down and relax a bit, would you like some warm water? It always helps with my sea-sickness." he ended, stretching a helping hand.