Jack walked up to the snack cart while sporting a mouldy tuna sandwich, he felt revolted by it...

Mmmmm may I please have some pumpkin pasties, and some of those every flavour jelly beans please?

Hokai, so Terry had already broken his first and formost rule. To NOT leave his compartment at any costs. WELL, he was hungry. And he'd finished all his food he'd brought with him. Moreover, Mr. RAWR was getting nippy, always a sign that he had better be fed. SOON.

From his perch in his pockets, Mr. RAWR took in all the nummeh food atop the trolley, his huge brown eyes shining with excitement.

Eh, he probably should choose something, and quick. Otherwise he sensed there'd be a hot pink blob attacking the trolley VAIR soon...

Kevin wandered down to the snack cart he was hungry and had not packed much food with him when he left his compartment and he needed sugar badly

Willow arrived in the snack cart at long last having battled her way through masses of students. Masses of students who were all bigger than her and threatened to squash the life out of her ickle body. Maybe she and Godzilla would move to the front where it was a bit quieter for the remainder of the journey. If they could get there!

She joined the queue, humming to herself as she waited patiently to be served. When she got the front she ordered a pumpkin pasty and a chocolate frog. She paid the nice lady and gave her a big smile before retreating to a quiet corner to enjoy her chocolate frog. Desert before the main course... made perfect sense. Well... she wanted to share her pasty with Godzilla when she got back. Her only friend, minus her sister, so far...

YUMMEHSNACKS.

Miles needed them, being on this rocky train sure did make hims stomach rumble, and plus, he still hadn't found his favourite little Hufllepuff yet, and it was starting to get on his nerves. Looking for people built up your appetite like woah, and he was definitely was in the mood for something crammed with sugar. Mwaha.

Miles stopped suddenly as he noticed a familiar face. "TERRY!" Terry, who had the honour of having Miles' little sister as an admirer, had got to the snack cart before him. Figures. He grinned, and quickly walked towards his best friend.

Terry's leapt away from the trolley in panic as Miles' voice floated over to him. CIRCE. 'Miles! Mate, you scared the bejeezus outta me!' His hands waved about in the air animatedly, until he realised that one hand was still holding Mr. RAWR, a vivid pink blob flying around the air in his fist like a neon light. AHHHH. Cradling the poor creature to his chest, Terry stretched out a hand to his best friend into a hug.

'Dude, do you have any IDEA how much I've missed you? I'd almost forgotten how you looked at this rate. Which, I must say, is gorgeous as always.' Terry smirked at him teasingly, then widened his eyes as he suddenly remember. 'MERLIN. I haven't introduced the two of you yet!' Flattening out his palm, he stroked some of the pygmy puff's stray hairs, then held him out proudly to Miles. 'Miles? Meet Mr. RAWR. Mr. RAWR, Miles, one of my best friends.' The tiny fluff ball turned his huge eyes upon Miles, looking at him imploringly, then bouncing like crazy in Terry's hand.

There was a huge line for snacks that filled an entire compartment of the train. Herminny was not too hungry so she waited patiently in the line to buy herself a pack of droobles. However by the time it came to be Herminy's turn to order she was ravenous and ended up buying apack of fudge flies, a chocolate frog, and the pack of droobles.

Cela, wearing clothes that actually fit, made her way to the snack cart and contemplated what to buy. Technically the term hadn't quite started, so technically she wasn't supposed to eat any sugary stuff yet, but technically she had already blown that out of the water.

She stood there with one hand on her hip and the other absently twirling a strand of her hair around her finger as she began the very serious business of deciding what to buy. She bit on her lip and made a tiny noise of indecision; what she really wanted to do was buy one of everything and find a compartment to herself and dig in.

Nicholai would never know.

Paris walked around till she found the snack cart. She need some serious chocolate. Like now. She walked up behind a girl that looked younger than her but was almost taller than her. She was just standing there looking at everything as if she couldn't read English. Paris started to tap her foot. "While I'm young honey." She said to the girl when she was still standing there just drooling over everything.

Cela turned around, eyed the girl for a moment and offered a sweet smile before returning to her examination of the snack cart selection, still twirling her hair absently around her finger. She paused for a second and turned around again, cocking her head slightly; why did that girl look familar? Celandine certainly didn't know her. "You look familiar..." Celandine spoke out loud in a somewhat dreamy voice, her thoughts still whirling around in a sugary blur.

Set walked up to the cart attendant and politly asked for 10 chocolate frogs, and 5 licorice wands, and 3 caldron cakes!

He paid and left!




Set walked up to a compartment with no one, 'cept a small 1st year hufflepuff with nothing but a tuna sandwhich! Set had plenty to go around, so he stopped in and decided to share his snack at this compartment with this kid! "Hi, i 'm Set. I notice you don't look so thrilled at that tuna, you wanna share some of mine? The more the merryier!!!!!"

Paris folded her arms across her chest when the girl turned around and eyed her up and down. She raised an eyebrow as the girl acted like Paris didn't even say a word. What a loony bin, Paris thought mentally rolling her eyes. "I do do I?" She said already tired of the girl.

Summer had been slightly busier than last year's and Daphne was left with the impression that every time she departed from her not-so-humble mansion she were to be involved in a scandalous situation or the other.

Scandalous situations that involved snot or dirt in one way or the other.

Unlike most public appearances made by the Miss Daphne Hopton, she wore her hair in her natural (albeit styling product-fied) state: wavy and lose, in place of the usual over stylized curls. The Hogwarts' uniform decorated her round and soft body properly, every inch of it tailored to fit Daphne's needs and picky wants; skirt hem two inches above the knee, not more, not less; sweater vest ends two inches below the skirt's waist; robes hem ending halfway down her calves, steam and pressed. The Gryffindor scarf she wore so proudly, had her initials embroidered fancily at the arrowed end of it, showcasing just how far she was willing to take this little game.

It was while she was inspecting this tie inquisitively, attempting to spot an error that Daphne commanded her stout legs to take her towards the food cart. And it was there that she looked up from her eerily shiny black shoes to notice Celandine Touissant, little sister of the ever esteemed (and admired) Nicholai Touissant.

Accompanied by an unnamed shorter girl.

Daphne's hazel eyes swept the unrecognizable student, swiftly and objectively. Her stature was non-impressive but forgiveable. Daphne's own height wasn't one to show off amongst others'. Her shoes were in need of a good polish. Hopton decidedly held her tongue about these observations. The girl seemed impatient and temporarily(?) irritated and Daphne didn't need another near death experience. What had Little Death Wish done now? Shove a toad down the girl's shirt?

There was only one solution to this little pest of a problem: purposely ignore the nameless one and stick to familiars.

Clearing her throat as she pressed her fist against her pink lips, Daphne raised her pale brows at the floor. "Miss Celandine?..." Are you in trouble? I'm not allowed to bring Davis to Hogwarts. "How are you?"

It was the best she could do without blatantly asking her if they needed to run away together to the safety of a compartment with a lock and reinforced doors could provide.

Cela looked up from her contemplation of the food on the snack cart again and nodded with the tiniest flicker of confusion, "Yes. That is why I said that you did." She shook her head slightly, golden hair bouncing as she did so, "Why would I say you looked familiar if I didn't think that you looked familiar?" Cela shrugged it off and leaned toward a pumpkin pastie, eyeing it speculatively.

Cela straightened immediately upon recognising the voice belonging to one of her favourite Gryffindors. At least... she was definitely in the top five. "Daaafffneeee! I'm fine, just... looking at candy because I haven't had any in a week, or anything sweet actually." Cela trailed off, thinking about barbequed sausage icecream with sprinkles and marshmellows. Sometimes Garret did have good ideas. "And I'm making new friends." Cela peeked at the familiar-looking girl from underneath long lashes, her tone unintentionally coming out as fairly sarcastic.

She turned to face Daaaafffneeee properly, her attention completely diverted from the sweet food for now, in the way that she hadn't bothered to do for the familiar-looking girl. Cela ran her hands down her sides, smoothing her skirt against her legs, before placing both hands on her hips with her open school robes pushed back to reveal a brand new uniform that fit her much better than her old one had. She noted Daaaffneee's scarf and her hands immediately went to her own neck, which was bare.

Turning around immediately, Cela got down on her hands and knees and began to hunt for her missing scarf.

Trey entered the Snack Cart hoping to fill his belly a bit. His stomach growled as he shut the door behind him, bumping into something on the ground. He looked down to see that that something was actually someone. And that someone was Celandine.

"Oh hey, sorry to bump ya like that. I take it you lost something?" he asked scouring the floor with his eyes squinted, even though he had no idea what he was looking for.

"Miss Paris! How good it is to see you! What's on the menu tonight for one of my favorite Misfits?" He asked her with a little laugh and a wink.

Paris' eye moved to a short little round girl and she eyed her up and down. What was with these girls? "Do you need me to point your eyes in another direction for you?" She asked the little round girl. She didn't like people sizing her up like just because she was short they could take her. That's why she practice hexes and jinxes with her aunt. She wanted to be ready to show anyone what a short person could do at the drop of a hat.

Paris rolled her eyes this girl was in the outer limits and worse she was holding up Paris chocolate fix and that was mistake numero uno and the girl was working on her second mistake by trying to get cute with her bouncy little blond curl that Paris was turn into slithering worms. "Congratulations captain obvious," She sneered. "I know why you said that. I was expecting you to expound on why I look familiar." She told the bouncy curls. "Oh my god are you going to pick something or are you just checking to make sure its all there." She said growing tired of the Curls not making a choice.

Curls' voice drilled in the cortex of the brain and burrowed in and set up shop when the hit that high pitched squeal that would have cracked the Hope Diamond. Paris closed her eyes and counted to 10 to keep her wand in its holster. Se opened her eyes and smiled sweetly. "I would hardly call what you are doing now as making a friend." She shot back to the curly girl.

"For all the snitches in bloody England what are you doing now!" She stamped her foot as Curls dropped to her knees looking for something. "Is this a prank?" She asked seriously looking around for a camara to flash in her face. "I mean is this a joke or something?"

She looked up at Trey as he spoke. "Oh well I think i may gt some target practice in right here in a minute." She told her as she looked at the round little girl and Curls.

"Aww, now now, we know you don't need target practice," Trey told Paris with a laugh. "Plus we just got on the train and all. No need to let everyone know of the Misfits just yet. We need to become known by the people with a 'bang'," he told her smiling and nodding his head. While he spoke the truth of this all, he also wanted to spare Cela who didn't need to find out of Paris' powers of invention.

Daphne continued to hold her tongue for several reasons. Initially, she didn't want to know what Celandine would be like with sugar in her system. If it was anything like the staircase incident, Miss Hopton was determined to stay uninvolved. Secondly, Daphne didn't want to be the one to point out that it didn't seem like she was making a lot of progress with expanding her friend repertoire.

Tilting her head slightly, as she shut her eyes briefly, Daphne raised a finger. "You call my name..." very loudly. "Peculiarly." However, before she could rouse a response from the blond Ravenclaw, the girl was on her knees in search for..."Did you lose something? How good are you at keeping things?" inquired Daphne seizing the chance to interrogate Celandine about her responsibility. "Do you forget chores?" That nameless frog tree still needed an owner. When she brought it home, the frog had inexplicably escaped and landed itself amongst Mother's favorite bush. She wasn't happy to say the least.

Another individual joined Celandine in her hunt and Daphne averted her eyes everywhere but at the loud and angry person beside her, directing her pent up annoyance towards her.

"No need," replied Daphne observing the food trolley indifferently. "I think I've seen enough." Really, she had, thought the petite third year with a signature quirk of her brow towards the distance. Then the one with the anger issues, clearly an effect of years of being ignored by her siblings and underestimated for her general appearance, was speaking irately about being pranked.

Her comment about using them as target practiced did not fall deaf to Daphne's ears. Pressing her lips firmly, she swept Celandine's knelt figure with a cautious gaze. Just how angry would Nicholai be if his little sister got hurt in her presence? That wouldn't do. "Target practice is an excellent exercise to release all those angry emotions," commented Daphne with fake enthusiasm gesturing her hands towards and away from herself in a circular motion. "That is...if your aim is so horrible that you need all the practice you can get."

Grinning, she side stepped towards Celandine, just in case. "I think you may have dropped it somewhere else." Whatever it was that she was looking for.

Cela let out a little eeep and looked up with her eyes wide, "Ohh yes, I think I lost my scarf. Ohh there it is!" Cela dove right between Trey's legs, retrieved her scarf and stood up, wrapping it about her shoulders as if nothing had happened. She smiled brightly at Trey and cocked her head inquisitively as he addressed the familiar-looking girl as Paris and called her a misfit.

"Now that isn't very nice, Trey." Cela scolded, hands on her hips, "I'm sure that... Paris?" Cela shot a searching glance at the familiar-looking girl that carried a tiniest smidge of judgement at the name, "would fit in and make lots of friends wherever she went." Thats what he meant by misfit right?

"Ohh I'm not the Captain. Garret is." Cela explained helpfully, eyeing the sneer in delight, "Are you a Slytherin?" Cela's slythie quota was waaay low without the friends she had made in her first year. She paused to listen then explained patiently, "You look familiar because your appearance reminds me of someone else, or maybe more than one other person, that I know. I don't know who or I would have said that you look like someone specific. So like... its your turn to suggest why you might look familar to me." Cela explained, concluding with a smile.

"Oh I don't know which to start with. I was thinking one of everything. Or two of everything." Celandine mused, "There isn't a queue you know, I'm more than happy to let you go before me if its so important." Celandine would never rush such an important decision.

Celandine's expression turned slightly quizzical as this Paris girl... was she french?... said that she wasn't making friends. "Thats okay." Cela responded warmly, "I have plenty of friends." she eyed Daaafffneee and Trey appreciatively for a split second before frowning, "Though most of them like Nicholai more."

Cela turned back to the french girl and waved her now rediscovered scarf in front of her face, "Not a prank. A scarf." A pretty blue Ravenclaw scarf. "Ooooh Target practice? On what?" Celandine bounced in excitement, "Nico said that I have to be sure to practice in the dueling arena this term. He showed me so much!"

There was that word again. Celandine eyed Trey curiously before shrugging it off and smiling brightly.

"I do?" Cela paused, "That's what Garret called you; Daaafffneee! When we were going down the stairs! Gosh that was fun! We should do it again with a crash pad instead of three Slytherins to land on!" Cela enthused.

"Oh I didn't lose anything." Cela explained, "My scarf just felt like not being on my neck for a while. Keeping things? Like what? Secrets? Oh yes I'm very good at those. I suppose... I can do chores but we have servants for that." Celandine cocked her head inquisitively and flounced over with a swish of her skirts to stand with Daaaffneee.

"You would think, that Nico would be less angry since he's always targeting stuff." Girls mainly.

Allie walked up to the snack cart, and started grabbing all the chocolate frogs in reach. Her supply was again dangerously low, especially since she hadn't restocked it all summer. She had about two left. Once she grabbed what she thought would be nough to hold her until the first Hogsmeade weekend, she payed, and turned to leave. But as she was truning she managed to trip over something, and she landed flat on her face with her chocolate frogs splattered everywhere. Great. She pushed herself up, then started to pick up her chocolate.

She laughed as she looked at Trey. "And I plan on making a big bang." She said with a small giggles. She planned on some real big bangs and lots of them.

Paris turned and glared at the little round girl. She contemplated kicking her to see if she would bounce down the hallway. "I will have you know 'oh so round one' that my mother was a top Hit Witch in the Ministry and she taught me well. I can give you demo if you would like. That pimple waving at me on you forehead would make a nice target." Paris said coldly. That will teach you to step into the big leagues and try to tangle with the lioness in this jungle.

Paris didn't like how her name spilled out of Curls' mouth or the way her little jumped up curls bounced either. This girl was hitting all of Paris' buttons, and she was about to hit back. "You know what how about we keep my name out of your sticky little mouth," She spat. This girl was worse than huge pile of dragon dung outside your window hot a hot, summer day. "Of course I have fans all over the world dahling," She informed her before she got any ideas.

Paris wanted to throw herself on the floor and throw a royal tantrum. Merlin had to be playing some awful joke on her to curse her this way. She closed her eyes and took a few deep breaths and she massaged her temples. "Woosaaba." She whispered slowly before she lost her temper and she blew up a train car. She opened her eyes and hitched a sugary smile on her face. "Yes I am a Slytherin if you must know."

She wanted to burst into tears this girl was sucking her into her world sugary make believe and Paris didn't want to go. She threw her hands up in the air. "I'm cursed and surrounded by my own person demons come to drive me insane." She said at last. Thats all this could be. She was trapped int he nexus of hell and they were going to torture her forever. "Well I didn't come here to curl my hair. I would like to get some chocolate before I graduate." She pointed out nastily to the girl.

She looked at the girl like it was a rerun of 'One flew over the CooCoo Nest'. She was rooting around on the ground for a blooming scarf!"Well I will give you a sporting chance if you want to run." She offered hoping the girl took off down the corridor so she could aim a stinging spell at her bum. An evil smirk turned at the corners of her mouth as she girl mentioned the dueling arena. She would have to catch her in there sometime.

Her eyes watered when Curls squeeed that girls name again. She was getting woozy. She was going to pass out!

Paris peered at the girl when she said a name that she recognized a name she said. "Hey my aunt Tomasina went to school with a Nico." She said thinking that it couldn't be the same person. Her aunt had been out of school for awhile now.

As she was talking some other girl walked up and had the nerve to grab all of the chocolate frogs! "Did you ever think someone else wanted some chocolate frogs," She said and the girl turned to leave.

Trey laughed at Cela's misguided reaction to him calling Paris a Misfit. Something for another time and another place. Just then she dove right between his legs! He bent over and looked through them to see she had apparently found what she was looking for. A scarf? Now why was she crawling around to locate a scarf? Easy enough to see while standing of course. He shook his head again and laughed. Cela was too much.

"Anyways Cela I recall you were supposed to meet myself and Barry at the Leaky Cauldron. But you never showed. What gives?" He asked still trying to ease the tension in the room.


Fireworks went off in Trey's head. He's already seen what a normal bang from Paris could do, littering the street of Diagon Alley. A big bang now. And at Hogwarts? Fun will be had indeed. "Oh I sure look forward to the big bangs as well! And being in the clear when they go off!" He added with a laugh! "Oh, and a chocolate frog does sound absolutely delicious right about now," He said picking one up off the ground.

Tobi was hungry again. But this time, it wasn't his fault, I mean, he'd just had a near death experience getting the wind knocked out of him by a crazy girl! His favourite girl by virtue of the fact that she was by far the least crazy girl he could think of, but still, girls who jump on sleeping boys MUST be crazy.

And speaking of crazy... Tobi thought approaching the bedlam that was the building catfight between a girl he didn't know and one he did, Tobi couldn't help but sigh.

Making friends and influencing people aren't we Daphne?

A whole peck of third years were facing off, looked like Daphne against a Slytherin girl who made her look bright and sunshiny.

Tobi waded in, it helped that he was tall and skinny, putting him head and shoulders above the rest and giving him natural agility.

"Woah! Hey, ladies!" he cried, "I don't know what's going on but unless someone stabbed someone else with their wand, there is no reason to be fighting among the food!"