It was with heavy heart and broken soul that Oliver boarded the train for the last time ever and headed silently up the narrow corridor towards the prefect's compartment. He avoided eye contact with everyone he passed for fear they would engage him in unwanted conversation. He was leaving. So what? That wasn't really what was playing on his mind anymore.

Anyway... wasn't avoidance supposed to be Cam's forte, not his?

Cam. Jeez! Merlin... Crap crap crap! The Slytherin had never felt so guilty about anything in his life.. and by Merlin, he had done some uncool things in his time.

He arrived at the compartment and peered in to see that most of the prefects had arrived. He also noted that most of the girls, and Brant, were in tears. Wait... Brant was in tears!? o.O!! As if trying to cope with a room full of upset hormonal girls wasn't enough. Blehhh... Best get this over with before the sudden need to bolt became completely irresistible. He closed his eyes, took a breath and entered...

“Woah... did someone, like, die or something?” He asked loudly with a smirk to all. He eyed Brant, flinching inwardly as he looked at the Gryffie. That just was just...urgh, Poor kid. “Dude... I know you're gonna miss me but don't you think this..” He gestured at him with his hand. “... is a little much?”

His gaze then rested on Cameron. He slid into the seat next to her and leaned over to kiss her on the cheek and a pang of guilt knotted his stomach as he did so. She didn't need to know what had gone on with Trixie, right? What good would it do anyone? She'd be hurt, Trix would be in trouble and Oliver would be left having to pick up all the pieces.

Nope. Best keep quiet on this one, snakey boy...