After having disposed of her luggage, Olly made her way through the corridors of the train aaaaaaallll the way to the back. She didn't even glance into the various compartments on the way. It wasn't like she wanted to join anyone anyway. No, she was going to find an empty compartment and hopefully it would stay empty for the whole journey.

Okay, in case Schuyler came by, she was allowed to join her but apart from her...maybe she should ask her friend where she was.

Pulling her bag a little more tightly against her chest, Olly finally slipped into the very last compartment of the train. Good, at least it was empty. And hopefully nobody else would walk all the way down here. They would probably give in to the more inviting compartments before hers. Which was what she had been hoping for. The fifteen year positioned herself in the seat next to the window, put her bag onto the one next to her and pulled out Julian to sit him on her lap.

Hogwarts, here we come.

Frown.

Finally the train had arrived and they were going back to Hogwarts. Still the second year had her fingers crossed that maybe it wouldn't be like it was last year, and that instead it would be like Hogwarts was before - but judging by the stands that were raising money for Hogwarts at the Diagon Alley summer fair she doubted it would be different.

Sighing, she found herself a compartment for the time being, nestling herself back into the seat as she played with her cats fur.

Well, train. It confirmed that Forrest would spend yet another year away from his family, but one with friends. He wasn't as sad and nervous as he had been the previous year, because now he knew more or less what awaited him.

He hoped whatever waited him was the best feast ever.

He had already secured his luggage in luggage compartment, so he walked freely past the compartments, looking for familiar faces. He found what he was looking for towards the end of the train: a Kahlan playing with her cat. He didn't greet her immediately though. Instead, hoping that she hadn't seen him, he hid behind the glass door and after counting to three, he quickly entered inside while yelling "BOO!", hands open beside his head for the full effect of frightening.

Was he successful? Was he?

Jumping in the air she screamed.

Well, it was more of a short, extremely loud squeal before she clamped her hand over her mouth to make herself be quiet, her heart pounding as she tried to get her breathing back to normal.

Turning to the offender she glared when she saw Forrest, who was probably insanely proud of himself. And then she decided to pout, crossing her arms while still glaring little holes into the Hufflepuff. Oh she was going to get him back, the Slytherin didn't know how yet but she was going to get him back eventually even if it took her until they were in their seventh year.

See when she came to station early, because she had to pick something earlier, she thought that being their early would allow her to get on the train early with the advantage of choosing the BEST compartment. Not that she knew what that would be like. Well, all that said you'd think she actually managed it, except she didn't as she got preoccupied with talking to lots of people on the platform and she totally didn't notice people getting on the train until she was almost alone with the parents waving. HEY! Wait for herrrrr.

Luckily she had already got rid of her luggage and her owl's cage. So Cassia manged to get on the train. Phew. Her fifth-year, you know. She shuffled throw the corridors not amused that she didn't get to choose like she wanted. Maybe next year? not likely

The fifth-year kept her eyes on the compartments she passed peering creeping at them to see if they were vacant. Mostly weren't. Sounded like she was gonna crash in with someone. Like this! Sliding in the compartment, Cassia tugged at her bag's strings. She didn't know the girl, not yet anyway.

"Hey, there," She said walking and taking the seat across the girl. "Mind if I join?" Actually she just did. And didn't look ready to leave.

"Are you new?" Yeah the snake almost new all the faces.

YESSSSS HE WAS SUCCESSFULL!

Forrest didn't care the glares, the scream or the pout. He just stood at the door with this utterly smug look on his face. His eyes twinkled with delight and mischief and he entered the compartment without even asking her. She certainly wouldn't mind?

He he he.

He closed the door behind him and smiled sweetly at her as if he hadn't just scared her.

"How are ya?" Keepin' cool and casual, yep.

Her glare followed him, that smug look on his face. He was way to proud of having managed to scare her in her opinion. But at the same time seeing him look so proud of himself made her roll her eyes as a smile started forming on her face as he sat down.

"I'm going to get you back" she threatened as soon as he gave her an innocent smile, already plotting how she could possibly do that despite not coming up with an idea yet. But that had time...

"Me? Well you almost killed me but otherwise I'm fine" she joked, shrugging her shoulders slightly. "So how are you? Looking forward to being back at Hogwarts? Upset at leaving your precious football behind in the muggle world?" she continued, lightly mocking him with a toothy grin on her face as she did so.

See? See? She was smiling too! Because it was an innocent, light joke. Forrest grinned cheekily and sat across her.

"Only if you want to scream again," he dared her back. Because these things were like chains, no? Once someone started it, it never ended. They were friends though. So it would be harmless. Or so he hoped... she was a Slytherin at the core.

Ahem.

"You remember!" He was touched. He looked emotionally at her for a moment while football flashed through his mind, and after a deep breath, he answered her.

"Yeah, I've apparently missed a great season," he said, looking thoughtful and sad. "But I'm excited for Hogwarts. I'm thinking, maybe I'll--" He never finished his sentence. He looked at her nervously, blushed, and changed the subject quickly.

"D'you think Headmistress will keep her promise to get rid of turnstiles?" Was that an interesting enough topic?

She shook her head at the grin on his face, but it probably didn't look too scolding considering she was also grinning despite his smug attitude. After all, it wasn't too often that she saw the cheeky side of the boy so she'd have to enjoy deal with it whenever he was being cheeky.

And then he mocked her back, and she paused for a moment, thrown off by the fact that he normally didn't mock her, she mocked him!!!!

"I didn't scream" she denied, looking down as she was blushing massively because she also already knew that she had. And she knew he knew that she did scream. And she also figured that he would find her and sneak up on her again after she found something to do to him.

And then this would never end.

Then she couldn't help but smile up at him, nodding happily at how surprised he seemed that she remembered that he did indeed love football. "Well you are as passionate about football as I am Quidditch" Kahlan replied with a shrug, grinning at him as she remembered something from summer that he'd be proud of. "I had Amy show me one of the games so I'd understand what it was, and she ended up teaching Liam and I a bit so we had a little game to try it"

Before she knew was happened he'd trailed off, looking down and... was that a blush? Her eyes narrowed slightly as she looked him over trying to work out what was going on in that head of his, but she doubted she'd be able to work it out. So she'd let it go... for now...

But she would find out eventually.

"Um... I'd like to think that the turnstiles are gone, but considering there was that funding stand in Diagon Alley I think that they'd still be there so I packed a couple of galleons as a just in case so we aren't locked outside forever like last year" the blonde said with a shrug.

Psssshhh, who are you kidding, young lady? The whole compartment knew she'd screamt, and that only caused Forrest's grin to turn even more smug. He was in his playful mood now, thanks to Bristol, Ella and everyone else, so he was going to enjoy this little joke as much as he could.

"If you say so," he said in a polite voice as if he was accepting it only for her good will, and shrugged. If she said so, indeed. She was the Slytherin after all. A Slytherin that got hunted by a badger.

HE HE HE.

He gasped with excitement. He leaned forward in his seat wih interest, and regarded her with delightful and surprised eyes.

"You did?!" He remembered Amy was her muggle friend. "That's so cool! Did you like it?" With those expectant eyes of his, it would be really hard to say she didn't, even if it was the truth. Because he honestly couldn't understand why someone would not like it. It was the best sport ever. And Quidditch only came second after it.

Hmm. He nodded after a second of consideration. "You're correct, I suppose. I try not to get too hopeful too." But he was hopeful. It showed in his voice. Because promises should be kept, y'know?

He kinda didn't want to get the train, but he also hadn't wanted to explain to Aspen or his father about why in order to get them to apparate him side-along straight to Hogsmeade. Not that they didn't know but... West didn't want to wrap words around the feeling, since it felt like the strength of it might just strangle him all over again if he did. The only good thing was that it was easy to find a compartment, easier than ever now since he was bigger and could just CLAIM one.

Which is what he did. Empty, near the back, West nabbed it and sat along one of the seats, back to the window side, legs stretched out and feet at the wall. He opened a sketchbook in his lap and began scribbling in it, finding some temporary solace in its pages.

Again she glared at him, crossing her arms in mock annoyances as she lent back into her seat - immediately knowing that he was still mocking her. Oh she was going to have to watch herself over the next few years with this one. Definitely if he was in this kind of mood more often.

"Yeah it was really cool! I mean... it was so different considering I've never played a sport where you aren't on a broom but it was really, really, really fun!" she blabbered on, a grin on her face. "Well... it was after we actually learnt how to control the ball" she contemplated, blushing slightly as she remembered the time it went in the opposite direction... and then the time she'd fallen over it and landed in the mud.

It wasn't so much fun at that point in time.

"Well I guess all we can do is hope at the moment" she said, crinkling her nose at the thought that they couldn't do anything else. "Though I think I'm more hopeful that we might get some real and tasty food..." now that was wishful thinking!

Forrest wasn't sure for a moment whether she really was annoyed or mocking, but he was relieved to see it was the latter. GOOD. So that was his permission to play pranks on her.

MWAHAHA!

Back to stuff that interested him like nothing else. He listened to her attentively until she finished, and nodded at the end. He APPROVED. "I'm SO glad you liked it!" he exclaimed with a vast, smug grin on his face. He knew she would like it. Who just wouldn't? "So that means we can play it?" Pwease? Did she need puppy-eyes? Because he certainly could do them when it came to football.

"At worst, we can eat sweets." He'd stored away his stash from greedy eyes, but he was going to share it with Kahlan. Of course.

After moving to the back Sarah chose a seat and sat down. She did not take out her books right away, and instead looked around for new faces. This was the highlight of her train ride - the meeting of new faces and making of new friends.

She opened up a container of brownies and began eating one before noticing a new girl about her age. "Hello! My name is Sarah Edwards... I am a fifth year. What is your name?" Was it socially acceptavle to ask questions like that? Sarah never was the type to care about that, so she smiled a great big smile and offered the girl a brownie. Once the girl was more comfortable, Sarah could ask her more questions. Oh, how she loved meeting new people.

Adelaide had been moving around the cars since she got on the train. She was just having issues sitting still. Besides, it was best to explore the whole train right. She found a compartment with a girl who looked to be about her age. She was going to turn around and avoid talking to her. What? She really hadn't had the best luck making friends her age.

Addi was drawn to stay once the girl spoke up. Not to mention free brownies. Who could say no to free brownies? She put a big smile on her face as she reached in to take one. "Thanks Sarah. It's Adelaide Adams and I'm a fifth year too." She didn't seem so bad.

Sarah was really happy that the girl was enjoying it. Then she heard the girl's surname. "You are an Adams? Maybe we are related! My mother was born Rebecca Adams in 2035 to Benjamin and Eliza Adams in Johannesburg South Africa. My mom is a muggle born, yet we suspect that there was wizarding blood in the family, after all my mother's cousin Abigail Goodman is a muggle born witch herself". She had to investigate further, as her youngercousin Essie, her mother's neice, was displaying signs of being magical despite having thoroughly muggle parents.

Was this an information overload on her friend (Sarah had decided that the two of them should be friends, she wondered about the other girl's thoughts on the matter), it was time for a commercial break, "have another brownie" Sarah said, taking one for herself as well. Brownies always tasted nicer when shared. The girl had stunning red hair, "I love that hair! My maternal grandfather was a ginger himself and my mom has natural red highlights in her hair... I have brothers with ginger colouring... and even my hair, is brown in the reddish spectrum... y'know, as brown can lean towards the black or red side. They call my hair colour chestnut" Maybe she was talking too much, not that she minded yet the other girl might mind. However this red business could also be that they are related, as Sarah had read up on genetics that past summer.

Immediately she noticed that as the topic turned to football, he seemed completely absorbed by the topic... which kinda amused the snake but then again everyone seemed to have a topic like that. Another toothy grin formed on the girls face as he asked if they could play football sometime.

"Hmmm... I'm not really sure" she teased, leaning further back in her chair, eyes sparkling in amusement as she waited to see how he'd react.

[b]"True, I'll have to keep my brother on standby incase we ever run out of sweets and convince him to send me some... shouldnt be too hard considering I've told him about the 'food'" the blonde agreed, making a mental note to make sure that the sweets didnt run out no matter what.

That would just be a disaster.

Gwen followed the flow of students onto the train and was quickly faced with a dilemma. Where was she supposed to sit? Ideally she would have gotten on first, picked somewhere empty, and if nobody wanted to sit by her, she would be left alone, and if they did, she was there first and they couldn't very well kick her out.

The compartments were filling up quickly. If there was one thing Gwen had learned from her brothers getting into all that trouble was that if you looked like you owned the situation, few people would question you. She tossed her hair back and stepped into a compartment with only one person. He was leaning against the window and sketching so she dragged her trunk in and plopped down across from him raising one eyebrow as if daring him to object.

What. WHATWHATWHAT?! She wasn't suuuuure?!?!?11!

Forrest nearly got on his knees. He'd leant as forward as his upper body would go, and his hands were locked together in a begging position.

"C'mooooon Kahlan, pleeeeaaase!" he begged, as his eyebrows' tips met and rose in desperation. "Please?" He didn't even realise she was only teasing. Football was serious, and he couldn't get joke-y when it mattered.

"I've stashed a few away in my trunk," he said, mind still on the football. "But I only share it with people who play football with me." His voice and expression was grumpy, and he openly dared her. He was going to ENJOY eating the sweets while she ate potatoes, if she refused playing football with him.

Okay maybe not. Maybe he would feel horrible doing that, because she was his friend no matter what. BUT she had to accept it too.

The train wasn't as crowded as Fay had expected, but she had arrived early; the only down side is that she was going to have to wait forever before the train ride would even begin. The small blonde girl dragged her suitcase into an empty car quickly before they all got taken and left in on the floor, not bothering to pick it up. She curled up by the window and watched at platform as kids met with their friends and said farewell to their parents.

Faylinn sighed and looked around the compartment at all the dusty seats and fixtures. She was of course excited for Hogwarts, but making friends was going to be difficult, and the only person she was on good speaking terms with was Hannah.

Meow...

They first year glanced around, trying to find where Tazz, her gray kitten, was. He was on her lap only seconds ago. Fay searched the floor and then took notice to the open compartment door. Oh no! She did not just lose her cat for the second time... "Tazz! Come back here!"

So this was it. His very last year at Hogwarts. Summer had gone by so fast, Nashville couldn't believe it was already over and his intern was over as well. The seventeen year old Brazilian had loads of fun at his internship at Qudditch Quality Supplies, Quidditch was his life, besides baking pies of course.

There was a possibility that Nashville might have overpacked this term. He brought lots and lots of books with him…mostly on baking pies but the other half on Quidditch and one on running your own business. Nashville couldn't wait for the feast but he also couldn't want for Quidditch tryouts to begin. There was another possibility that Nashville would try and start his own pie business but he needed to go for more school after Hogwarts or maybe he would become the worlds greatest Quidditch player EVER!

Nashville carried his two trunks in his left arm, his backpack on his back and he had a miniature apple pie in his right hand. Breakfast of champions. No one hated pie! That was a fact. Pie is good for the soul. Now, Nashville just had to find a place to sit and such. But it couldn't be that hard because there weren't so many people on this part of the train yet so that was a good thing or maybe he would just find a place to set his trunks down and his backpack as well.

After waving goodbye to her father (and thanking the heavens that his girlfriend hadn't come to see her off, too), awkwardly piling her trunk in the luggage compartment and letting Lightning out of his cage, Charlie began to wind her way through the students to find a compartment. The bombay cat wound his way between peoples legs in front of her, and she didn't bother to pick him up - she didn't need to, he was the most obedient animal she'd ever met.

Which probably didn't count for anything as he the only. But that didn't matter.

Looking at the floor, Charlie turned when she realised that she'd passed him, wondering what had kept him. She spotted him outside an open door, hissing softly at a tiny kitten. Well, tiny in comparison to himself. That, coupled with a frantic call from inside said compartment, made up the blondes mind: pushing open the door further, she scooped the grey kitten up and poked her head in. "Lost someone?"

Laura was looking forwards to this year, she hadn't been very well over the summer and so hadn't been for her school stuff. Her sister and mother had done it all for her. She had been a bit upset about that but at least she was able to get better for the train ride which had made her feel a lot better lately.

Laura looked around for somewhere to sit, at first it seemed like she would be sitting on her own but then she suddenly saw Nash. She hadn't seen him for ages. She opened the compartment door and smiled. "How are you today?" Laura hoped that Nash wouldn't mind her joining him. "Mind if I join you?"

Nashville ate some of his miniature apple pie and looked around for a place to sit or if he wanted to sit anywhere. The seventh year mostly wanted to just eat his miniature pies and walk around meet all of the possible badgers. He liked the thought of little badger paving the way for the future of Hufflepuff after he left. Oh the possibilities of the future. There better be some useful Quidditch players in them too! That should be the best bonus of all.

Just outside one of the compartments he heard a voice of someone small but it couldn't be a first year because knew that voice. Nashville turned around. Oh, it was just Laura. Nashville took a little bite of his small pie. "I'm doing great. Yourself?" Nashville asked in his same old Brazilian accent. "No, I don't mind, come on in." Nashville told her as he opened the door to the compartment. Once inside the compartment, Nashville set down his two trunks and took his backpack off of his back, the seventh year sat on the right side of the compartment.