Lena refrained from giggling, just keeping a small smile on her face. Nice to meet you, Fred. She didn't know exactly what to say, but she could tell, at his topic of conversation, that he didn't know either. He didn't have to talk to her, but she didn't want to actually say that. Yeah, it was great. A really nice second year, in my opinion. I transfered last year, but now I'm a regular. She shrugged. What year are you in?

Not sure what to make up with her smile. Maybe she was just been polite with him or maybe it was him having his imagination getting off once again but it was just creeping him out been nice to someone. Practice makes better well in his case he would need a thousands year of practice to achieve this miracles. Nonetheless she did seems to have any urge to run away from him so maybe he wasn't all that bad.

"Ooh... so nothing exciting this term. Well that's new. I always thought something unexpected was bound to happen. At least no angry mob did invade Hogwarts." Remembering when it happens he rolled his eyes. "Anyway I guess it's better Hogwarts then any other place. You can't be bored there. Lots of things to do." Looking at his feet when she asked him about the year he was in, the reality suddenly hit him. This was his last ride in the Hogwarts Express, this was exactly the last time he was going back home in this train. Shiver run through is entire body. "I just graduated this term... and I still don't know where I'll be going..." As he said that he glanced out the window as if he was searching for something.

Wow. Graduated? That's crazy, she thought. Still she managed to keep a smile on her face. Wow, that must be difficult. I don't know what I'd do if I didn't know where I was headed. Her smile turned curious as her eees became light gray. Do you mind me asking your last name, Fred?

A bit surprise with the conclusion she come up with it, he thought it was somewhat true. Before today he had never really stop for a seconds to think about what would come after Hogwarts, what was going to happen once he graduated but the fact were right there, right here. "I guess. I never really knew where I was headed anyway. Never been good with direction. I'll probably figure out once I have no choice."

Still thinking about the lack of destination he had, he blinked when she asked him about his last name. This was trully a first. Why would she wanted to know his last name. He knew that someone well known at the exact same one and he was related to him but he didn't remember what he did to be famous in the first place. "Hmm... Krum?!!. " His eyes went back toward her. Like they were asking some unspoken question.

At his mention of not really ever knowing where he was heading, Helena's smile became one of slight sympathy, but when her light purple eyes reached Fred again, her mouth dropped open in shock. Absolute shock and nothing more crossed her face. Her eyes moved from dark purple to blue to green to brown and never landed on one of them, but Helena took no notice. She was just frozen with bewilderment, her eyes nearly bugging out of her head, figuratively, of course.

Fred noticed different emotion crossing Lena's face. Starting with sympathy going to absolute shock. He was still glancing at her not sure how to interpretate what was going on right now. Was it is last name that had shock her like that and why would his last name had in impact on her. It's not like he knew her in the first place, or did he? All different kinds of question randomly pop up in his head and the silence that was going on with this was driving him insane.

"What's wrong?" He was almost growling at her with frustration. Coughing a bit behind his hand, he took one breath. "Is there something...? Why do I have the impression that if you eyes could rolled down on the floor it would?..."

Helena shook her head in disbelief, her heart suddenly racing as her eyes settled on odd forest green color that had never been their before. She was still very nearly lost for words.... except for a few.... Ummmmm.... Fred, I don-- I don't believe this, but.... She gulped, shaking her head again in a fruitless attempt to clear it. My uncle, she finally gasped. She cleared her throat and said, My uncle is Victor Krum. The Victor Krum, she clarified unnecessarily.

From the fact she shook her head and that she look away, everything was starting to drive him insane. Why wasn't she getting to the points. He wasn't very patient but this was using every once of control he was having on himself at the moment which meant that if she wasn't spilling out soon he wouldn't be able to handle it any more.

It only start with some none understantable stuff but end up with a bam. So her uncle was a Krum, the same Krum that was related to his mother which meant he was related to him. If he trully understand what it all meant it means she, the girl in the compartment, Lena, she was related to him too or something like that. It took him few minutes to get a grip to all that. He had some family he had no clue he had. Shock spread on his face. "NO WAY!!!!!!!!?!" His teeth grinned together as he was repressing some anger. "What else am I going to find out on my own." Whispering between his teeth barely hearable. He took back control of himself after few breath. Looking down and back to her, he gave her an appologizing look. "Sorry... So... I guess it means we're related." This was probably the kind of things he would have never expected. Talking about a graduation surprise. GUSH!!!

Miles continud to walk up and down the train to find Lima. He knew he'd see her all of summer, well, most of the summer, but really! He wasnted to see her on the train atleast! He didn't get to see her at the end of tem feast, and that had already got him down. Miles decided that he now was too not bothered to look for her, as he was getting pretty tired.

Quickly, he found an empty compartment, and headed for the window seat in no time at all. It as GLORIOUS outside, he'd rather walk home since it was so pretty. But his head rested on the window as his eye lids became heavy and tiredness overcame him. Miles hoped he wouldn't fall into a deep sleep before Lima arrived ...

Helena was still shaking her head a little bit, not realizing everything she was saying, and the stuff she did hear, she didn't realize the tone it was coming from. Ditto, she finally breathed. When she relaxed some, she looked back up at him, a comfortable smile back on her face, her eyes blue green. So.... how exactly are you related to him?

If they were something he hated more than anything else in the world was been surprise. Still not over the fact that he had just found someone related to him, he still was questioning that fact. His mother had lied to him about so many different things that he was even questioning that fact. Was he trully a Krum or was this fact just a lied that she had pulled to him yet again. At the same time he had discover a book that had told him that he was one so it was sort of hard not believing this.

His mind was wondering so far away that only her last sentence had cut through his trance. "Hmm... My mom... He was her father or something like that... I'm not really sure. That's what I've heard." He took another glance at the window. "I'm not really close to my family anyway..." A sort of sorrow could be heard in his voice. This wasn't his favorite topics but he wasn't as afraid of talking about it as he once was.

Helena heard the sadness in his voice, and the way he spoke revealed the same thing. Oh, I'm sorry.... She looked away awkwardly, not knowing if she should say anything. She wasn't particularly happy about going back because the only thing she was going back to was a drunk uncle and a crummy apartment. At that moment, there was a small tap on the glass outside the compartment in the hallway, and a few people were staring at the small gray owl. Silverado, she muttered, opening the door quickly and letting the small puffball inside where he landed on Helena's finger. There was a small scroll attached to his leg, and she quickly untied it. It was the same messy scrawl she was used to. As she resumed her seat, Silverado paced beside the window. She paid him no attention as she finished the reading. Wow. It figured. She crumpled up the paper and threw it on the seat beside the owl. Seeing him, she knew he wasn't waiting for a reply, so she let him out the window and shut it quickly, rubbing her temples as she contemplated what she was going to do when the train stopped and nearly forgetting she wasn't alone.

Fred didn't want any petty from the fact that he was manly not close to mostly anyone. The only two person he had ever been close to was his former babysitter once he was a kids and Alexis Chosen. He had been hoping to see her in the train on the way from home, well in his case home was nowhere. At this time and noticing where they were, it didn't seems likely that she would pop out of nowhere. "...don't... it's no big deal..." Even thought he was saying one things, his eyes seems to disagree with his statement.

About to look down, Fred heard the noise and as the girl stood up the door he saw the owl coming in. It was easy to conclude that she knew the owl and that it had brought something for her. Not saying anything until the bird flew out of the train, he look at her with a sort of curiosity. "Nothing bad I hope." The word hope was sounding a bit strange in his mouth. It's not like he was hoping for anything, it's just that it seems nice to say.

Cela found herself walking around the express somewhat aimlessly, only truly realising that she had been wandering around without a destination in mind(aside from London, clearly), when she collided with the wall. Not because she was having any difficulties with the actual task of walking, rather because the express gave a particularly alarming lurch and Celandine didn't have a grasp on anything sturdy, neither was she herself particularly sturdy.

She leaned against the wall for a moment, trying to figure out where she was and where she should go from here. Chocolate was totally her best tool in making this decision. She unwrapped a chocolate frog and nibbled on it thoughtfully as she first looked up the train and then down the train. Which way?

"Careful," Copernicus happened upon Cela just as she stumbled against the wall, and he put out an arm to clutch her elbow. "What are you doing wandering around out here right now? I thought you and Plymouth would want to spend as much time together as possible before the train arrived."

"The... compartment was getting crowded." Celandine answered, staring at his hand on her arm for a moment before chewing on her lip, even though she still had a chocolate frog in one hand and that would taste much better than her lip if she had really thought about her options for nibbling. "I'm going to see Plymouth during the summer anyway..." and you ran away, she added silently.

"Yes, we'll have a good time," Copernicus smiled down at her as he removed his offending hand. "You and Plymouth could go camping, and he invited Kayla to come as well. And you two can go to your carnival. And we'll go to your Grandmother's to see the Abraxans. AND your birthday party. You're going to get so sick of us this summer."

"You won't go? I've never been camping..." And Celandine wasn't entirely sure she'd want to go if Copernicus didn't. "I won't get sick of you, I haven't yet have I?" She grinned at him then, and remembered the chocolate frog, belatedly nibbling it while she made herself comfortable against a narrow patch of wall between two compartments.

"I got the opinion I wasn't really invited," Copernicus shrugged. "And I've never really been either. We can just make up our own version of camping and tell Plymouth that's how we like to do it in our families. Something that doesn't involve sleeping in the dirt and eating bugs, preferably."

"I'll go if you do." Celandine told him, finishing her chocolate frog and licking each of her fingers free of melty chocolate. She grinned.

"Nothing anyone in my family does can even be remotely compared to sleeping in the dirt and eating bugs. I don't mind a bit of clean soil, and some bugs..." Cela pointed at her chest, intending to indicate the scorpion down her shirt, "... but I don't think I'd eat them."

"It's a deal," Copernicus held out his hand to take her hand for a shake to seal the deal. "But I'm requiring cots. And we can catch fireflies. Have you ever done that? My mother told me they were baby stars."

Celandine hesitated for the tiniest moment before taking his hand. She forgot about the shaking part though, and just sorta held it there. A cot? Didn't babies sleep in those? Cela didn't bother answering though, the firefly thing was too sweet. "Baby stars?" Cela was entranced by the idea. "What do you do once you catch them?"