Amy clambered onto the train with her usual lack of grace - surpasing herself by falling over in the middle of the corridor, but with her usual elegance she pulled herself up and wrenched open a compartment, she sat down completley bored and....depressed?

She pulled open her bag and put her wand into it, leaning back she turned on her blackberry and pulled her Ipod and headphones out, connecting them miserabley and fumbeling with it in shaky hands, before losing it and chucking it at the wall, the small THWOP echoed around the empty compartment and she sighed. The seventh years were taking it better, why couldn't she. She knew why to be honest, she didn't want to give up her place. But she had, for performing.

She placed her head back against the upholstered seat and sighed miserably, now she had no music and had to contend with her depressive thoughts