Natasha walked down the train towards the food trolley. She was still a bit sad, but she was feeling better than she had been at the end of term feast. Though the summer holidays were approaching too quickly, she knew they'd still be fun. She brushed her hair over her shoulder, coming over to the food trolley. Natasha felt like chocolate, or something like that.

Something sweet, something that made her feel good. Tasha smiled, she had to admit, getting back home would be fun.