Cao Ling slowly entered the back compartment of the train. She slowly glided scross the floor with her feet making not a sound. Her long black gown flowed out smoothly behind her giving her an eerie quality. Her eyes darted around the compartment resting breifly on each and every person. No one there sparked any recognition or interest. If one of them were to be of interest to her, it would be the lowly and lonely Hufflepuff sitting, writting in a notebook. A quick cursourary glance revealed nothing more about here other than the irony of writing in a notebook with a quill. The mix of technologies made Ling feel odd. It was a feeling of things that should not be mixed, such as school and friends. Smiling softly to herself, Ling noted that while she needed not friends, she did need followers. Striding slowly, she proceeded to sit scross the aisle from the young girl and kept her eyes on a curious cat not far away.