This was not how Arabelle wanted to spend her first ride to Hogwarts. Sandwiched between the wall and a very loud sixth or seventh year, Arablle was having trouble thinking, much less anything else. How did one breathe in this position? It seemed to get harder and harder the longer Arabelle was seated.

Grumbling to herself, she attempted to push the older student over a bit. No luck, the student probably didn't even feel her. Using all of her strength, she worked her way out of the position she was in and stood up. Glaring at everyone in the compartment - who payed to attention to her and continued gossiping - she stalked out of the door.

Walking around the train a bit, Arabelle could not find a suitable compartment to sit in. Everywhere was either full or half-filled with screaming students. Arabelle's head hurt just thinking about sitting in one. She gave a little scream of frustration and plopped right down in the middle of the train.

She didn't need a compartment. She could sit here. And if the food trolley came, let it hit her. Arabelle was past caring.