Eva sighed. If she wasn't so determined to change her old habits, she'd would have probably insisted, but the boy was right and she was hungry.
"Okay." she agreed. "But I want a straight answer. You seem to know a couple of things that might be important." she was not going to forget he owed her an answer. Well, he didn't exacly owed her an answer, but she wanted it anyway. If she was going to tell him what she had gathered so far, she wnated to know what she was getting herself into.

Why that boy?, she questioned herself. Probably he's the only seventh year that I know who's not busy enough or mad at me. Everytime she looked around, she only saw younger students and although she loved her friends from others years, it was nice to talk to another seventh year. With another sigh, she thought of Tammy, who should be in the Prefect's Compartment allongside with their arqui-enemie Rachel Rider. Ah, well. It wasn't like Tammy could help, but they could talk about it.
"So... Shall we?" she asked him, the shadow of an half smile coming to her face at the thought of Hogwart's yummi food. A few more hours and they would be there.

Glancing between the two of them, Jake nodded in apparent understanding. It was a good job they weren't like that because Jake... didn't really understand what a relationship was. But Shana liked someone? Ooh, interesting. Jake would have to look into that.

Sooooo... cue the silence.

What now?

Mina was still doing absolutely nothing when she spotted a very familiar face wander up the corridor in her direction. Sighing, she adjusted her grip on the backpack slung over her shoulder as she strode forward, wrapping her hand around Xylina's arm and tugging her gently into a random, empty compartment.

'Guess you did show in the end,' she muttered, mostly to herself, with one of her rare grins as she observed the younger girl. 'Haven't seen you for a while, Xylina.' She dropped into a seat, gesturing for her cousin to take the one opposite her (but when did Xylina ever do what she suggested?) And not only that, but right now, English was hard to string together.

Perfect match. 'How're the others?' she asked, sticking to the basics (and getting straight to the point - she did care about them, no matter how much she tried to pretend otherwise). Not only that, but this conversation, like most with either of the twins, would be short.

One hoped.

Smirk.Blake still hadn't got Nikki's name off his hand.Oh great.Now Blake was trying to make it worse.No we're not and we NEVER Will be. she said,Just to make it like firm.Blake.Shut.Up. Had she told Blake she liked Jake ? Or didn't she ? Hoping she hand't she shrugged,Looking down at the floor.

Sarah kept her smile firmly in place as Nate recognised her and spoke.Although he seemed cautious.Maybe he just wasn't used to her speaking directly to him without Mariel around. "I'm fine thanks,Nate.How are you?" she enquired,keeping up the pleasent conversation and glancing over to his compartment mate.Truth was she was still shaken after what happened over the summer, but she wasn't going to go into all that now.

"Oh of course she can come! We have some room on the seats,floor is a little crowded with owl cages,though,so you'll have to mind where you step"

Sarah smiled in the direction of the young girl as she too spoke,offering her a lollipop.....how sweet.Taking one she placed it in her pocket for later.After the choking with the lemondrop better to be safe. "Thank you very much,I love kiwi.And it's nice to meet you Sammi,I'm Sarah a friend of Mariel's." She stepped to one side and held the door back so they could pass,before heading back to the compartment housing her old and new friends.

"Look who I found,Mariel," she beamed,sliding the door back and entering once more. "Nathaniel!...and his little sister Sammi.I asked them to come and join us,you don't mind do you?"

"Hh." Helios flashed a smile at Eva as he gave her a gentle pat on the shoulder. "The situation at Hogwarts is bad enough, there's no reason to let it ruin your mood. Smile more." Shifting his bag over his shoulder, he lead the way to the trolley.

Look at the two of them bwahaa, it was soooo obvious that Shana likes Jake, so prominent. First she wasn't snapping back, second she was acting so calm and composed and oh so sweet. She would've have probably killed him by now if Jake's wasn't here. Silly girls, they can't even hide their feelings plus Jake called her a stalker, case solved.

Nudging Shana, Blake leaned a little towards her ear, "I am trying to make him jealous, silly." He muttered and gave a rather horrifying grin at Jake, "Yeah...she really likes this guy, third year and quite hot." He blurted out as he tapped his finger on his chin, acting as if he was thinking, haha.

Frowning at Blake, Jake tried hard to think clearly. "Third year?" he asked, thinking intently. Not that he could really judge which guys were 'hot' so to speak. "That means he's in my year. What house?" Jake asked, thinking maybe it might be William Cullack.

Hmmmmm.

Eva narrowed her eyes him and protested:
"I smile. I smile a lot, actually. See. This is a smile." she flashed him with her dazzling smile and let him lead the way to the food trolley. It was a good thing and also a bad thing that she had left her small bag in the kids' compartment. There was nothing special on it and since she was planning on going back there before the end of the journey, she hadn't seen the need to bring. What a lie..., she admitted to herself. She hadn't planned it, she had just forgot it.

Facepalm.

Note to self.Blake is the worst person ever to tell secrets too.Weell atleast Jake didn't remember Lima telling him she liked him.Pinching Blake's arm she shook her head.As soon as I can stand up without the risk of possible falling on my face you are so dead. she frowned.How could he tell Jake she fancied someone in there year ?! Look Guys.It doesn't matter who I fancy.Lets change the subject.

"Sammi, leave fluffything in our compartment okay?" he said to the young girl as he looked at his reflection in the window. He didn't want to look like he just crawled out of bed. He flattened his hair and smiled. No glasses for him today.Nathaniel stood up, picked his messenger bag up and walked out of his compartment. He smiled at Mariel and the other girl he didn't know. Was Sarah trying to ambush him?!
"Hello Mariel" he said smiling hoping no to blush. He sure as heck wasn't going to give her the presents her got her infront of all these people. He figured he'd find some other way to get it to her.

Sammi smiled at Sarah again as she passed through the door. The compartment was full of people and owls. Treading lightly, she wiggled into a comfortable spot next to Mariel.
She made sure that Mr. Fluffypants was ok alone in the other compartment before beaming up at the girl next to her.
"Thanks for inviting us!"

Smirking, Blake studied Jake's face, hmm he's cute, "On second thought, that boy is more cute looking and surprisingly, he's not in Slytherin. I can't tell you the house but you don't care, do you?" He said, looking back and forth between Shana and Jake. If Jake didn't like Shana the way she did, so why was he curious to know about the boy. Blake had this strong urge to ask Jake to look in the mirror if he wanted the answer but he didn't want to die before setting his foot on Hogwart's grounds.

"Youcch, it hurts." He eyed her but couldn't suppress a grin, that's it, she just confirmed it that she liked Jake, no doubts whatsoever. Placing his legs on the seat in front of him, Blake patted Shana's shoulder, "I feel your agony. And yeah, lets just drop this topic." He stuck his tongue out at her, hoping Jake wouldn't ask anymore questions about himself.

I enter the train and look for a empty compartment. Walk down the hall and I try not to run into anyone. Looking into the third compartment I see it only has one person sitting in it. "Hi, is it ok I sit with you? Everywhere else is pretty full." I ask. In my head I was hopeing that the young boy was a first year like me. Not waiting for him to answer I put my stuff away and sit down smiling at him. He just looks at me, but says nothing. "Hi, my name is Kay." i said holding my hand out to my new friend. I hoped.

Rachel looked like hell as she walked down the train, looking for an empty compartment to sit in. She flat out refused to look at the posters of the werewolf thing, her blood boiling over the fact that someone had had the cheek to put those up. If she hadn't been so bloody tired, she would have ripped every one of them to shreds.

Seriously, poor Jake.

No, no, full, half full, no, ugh - firsties, no, bursting, DEAR MERLIN! Rachel had almost reached the end of the train and she still hadn't found an empty compartment. She hadn't really wanted to stay in the Prefect's one this year, and apparently that had been a huge error. Sighing, she continued walking and had to grab onto one of the handles of a compartment door when she stumbled over herself, thus forcing it open.

Being tired on the first day back was SO not fun. She rubbed her slightly bloodshot eyes, praying that the bags under them would not grow any larger. Time to say sorry to whoever's in there... Just then, the train gave a sudden lurch and with a yelp, Rachel found herself on the ground, inside the compartment, looking quite comical as she wondered what in the world had just happened to her.

Her brain was thumping painfully and her vision was swirling from the fall and from the lack of sleep she had gotten over the past few weeks. Groaning, she lifted herself up to a sitting position using her left hand, the right one being still raw from when it had been wrenched from the handle by the door.

For the first time, she realised that there was someone else inside the compartment. Of course. NO compartment on this bloody train was empty today. "I'm sorry - train lurched," she mumbled and was about to leave when she noticed the identiy of the student who's knees were inches from her face.

"Oh." WHAT DID I DO TO DESERVE THIS?! I swear someone up there has a vendetta against me - REID?! ALREADY?? It's just not fair.

She felt, if possible, even more exhausted than before. All she wanted to do was curl up in a ball and cry like she had done for the last few weeks of the summer but no - apparently fate was hellbent on making her suffer as much as possible.

Her feet carried her down the aisle as her hazel eyes peeked through squared compartment windows. Surely, there had to be an empty one; or at least one where the people inside weren't completely undesirable company. Luck graced her at last and Daphne Hopton slid the compartment door open easily. Stepping inside, she closed the door behind her and promptly took a seat only after having peeled off her handbag over her shoulder.

Some things just couldn't be left inside a trunk to be tossed and turned around until they arrived at Hogwarts. Some things were just too fragile.


Like her hand mirror and such.

She laughed, shaking her head. "Josh, seriously, they will know whether i hang with anyone but a Slytherin at the school or out of it." she moved back and sat on her seat, more relaxed now than before. "It's just one of those things where i either follow their rules to the end..." she said, pausing for a second, "...or i live my own life the way i want to. There isn't an in between. I don't want them controlling my every move like they want to. " she looked down at her lap. "I can't deny that they aren't proud of me becoming a Slytherin." she whispered, looking back up. "But, I'm just not the kind that they wanted...even from the start. I have always done things my way, and i will continue doing that, whether they like it or not." she said in a serious, yet sad, tone. 'And if that means getting kicked off the family tree, than so be it.'

After wandering around the middle of the train for ages (more like a few minutes, but that's not how she saw it), looking for a compartment, and having growled at a few first years who seemed keen on talking to her, the seventh year had ended up strolling down the back of the train, and opening the door of the first compartment that caught her attention.

Oh, Pants Girl Hopton.

Well, other than chasing pants all around the school with the child that Plymouth Morgan was, she was not entirely bad.

Hmmmm. "Daphne Hopton," Mused the brunette with a nod at the girl, before taking seat opposite the blonde, and, of course, without asking the girl if she minded her company or not. She was sitting anyway. "I take you had an enjoyable summer?" Small talk and then ... she'd open the Quidditch magazine that was waiting for her inside her purse. Mmhmm.

Shortly after Emily had blundered herself into a rear compartment her older, third year friend glided into the compartment. She contrasted her old friend, rather than being clumsy, loud and cheerful she had graceful composure, she was quiet(er) and rather sarcastic and polite (it's more out of respect than genuine kindness). She was also half elf and for some reason her elven father could not understand, she was friends with a ginormously tall (taller than her) human who seemed to make every effort to "make an episode of herself."

"There you are Emily. I was worried that you might have fallen infront of the train. But I see you've fallen into a boy." Arakhora, whom Emily called 'Ari,' laughed like water trickling over a stream, "Atleast I got the 'falling' part correct." Arakhora took a seat across from the young man in the compartment. "How do you do. I am Arakhora Daoin of an ancient elven city which you humans cannot pronounce without practice."

Kloe walked back to the end of the train and found an empty compartment and sat down. She would let anyone who asked sit with her but she would rather sit with some first years rather than people that were in years above her she was excited to finally go to Hogwarts.




Note: I want a first year to sit with me ao we can meet and so I do not have to sit alone!!!

Woodson's legs were in dire need of a stretch. This sad excuse for an express train was far too cramped for his liking.. so unlike the trains Father privately hired for their business excursions up and down the country.

Taking a walk really hadn't been one of his better ideas though, and Woodson huffed, puffed and ground his teeth impatiently as more and more people rudely bumped into him.

Did they not know who he was? Did they not know they ought to be making room for him? Hmph.

An escape was in order. Yes, and Woodson hastily slipped into the nearest compartment..

.. only to discover it occupied. And was that the Kovac girl? Even better. NOT. Still, as usual, manners got the better of him and the fifteen year old bowed his head. "Forgive me for intruding, Miss," he murmured earnestly. "Claustrophobia got the better of me."

The compartment door slid open just as the blond was reaching for the inside of her bag. Quietly, Daphne Hopton watched Kovac ease herself into a seat. Willow was undoubtedly, one of the most difficult individuals to read--well, from the ones Daphne had met at Hogwarts. She seemed nice enough though. If anything, she was polite to her.

"If you ignore waking up at random times of the night to hear my baby brother crying, being the accidental receiver of barf," enthused the blond holding out her hands towards herself, at the mental image of projectile vomit. "And...well, yes, I suppose it lovely. I hope yours was the same."

Minus the bar.

For the second time since she entered it, the compartment door opened once more. Daphne's honey eyes flew from the small compact mirror she had managed to fish out of her handbag towards the new arrival. Who was he talking to? Willow Kovac or herself? "So you enter a compartment?" inquired Daphne with a wrinkled brow.

Perhaps it was better than a crowded train corridor; all the same, she doubted the compartment was doing much to fix his claustrophobia. "Maybe you should sit by the window, Mister...?"

Then, Daphne tilted her head. She was no mind reader.

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Woodson's legs were in dire need of a stretch. This sad excuse for an express train was far too cramped for his liking.. so unlike the trains Father privately hired for their business excursions up and down the country.

Taking a walk really hadn't been one of his better ideas though, and Woodson huffed, puffed and ground his teeth impatiently as more and more people rudely bumped into him.

Did they not know who he was? Did they not know they ought to be making room for him? Hmph.

An escape was in order. Yes, and Woodson hastily slipped into the nearest compartment..

.. only to discover it occupied. And was that the Kovac girl? Even better. NOT. Still, as usual, manners got the better of him and the fifteen year old bowed his head. "Forgive me for intruding, Miss," he murmured earnestly. "Claustrophobia got the better of me."

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The compartment door slid open just as the blond was reaching for the inside of her bag. Quietly, Daphne Hopton watched Kovac ease herself into a seat. Willow was undoubtedly, one of the most difficult individuals to read--well, from the ones Daphne had met at Hogwarts. She seemed nice enough though. If anything, she was polite to her.

"If you ignore waking up at random times of the night to hear my baby brother crying, being the accidental receiver of barf," enthused the blond holding out her hands towards herself, at the mental image of projectile vomit. "And...well, yes, I suppose it lovely. I hope yours was the same."

Minus the bar.

For the second time since she entered it, the compartment door opened once more. Daphne's honey eyes flew from the small compact mirror she had managed to fish out of her handbag towards the new arrival. Who was he talking to? Willow Kovac or herself? "So you enter a compartment?" inquired Daphne with a wrinkled brow.

Perhaps it was better than a crowded train corridor; all the same, she doubted the compartment was doing much to fix his claustrophobia. "Maybe you should sit by the window, Mister...?"

Then, Daphne tilted her head. She was no mind reader.

Willow could only be grateful that, just like herself, Pants Girl Hopton did not seem to be uncomfortable with silences, for soon enough, once the usual small talk was over, she'd take out her magazine and occupy herself reading about--

--Woodson Whitcomb?

Forest green eyes fixed on the boy who had pretended to be her escort, once upon a time. Huh. It could be worse, of course - Sebastian (or The Devil himself, as Willow had labeled him in her occasionally twisted mind) Whitcomb was not with him. Good.

"Woodson Whitcomb," Murmured Willow, since it was clear that Daphne was not familiar with the boy. "Woodson Whitcomb, this is Miss Daphne Hopton." Pretending to NOT have heard Daphne's advice to Woodson of sitting by the window (because she was by the window and she was NOT moving), the brunette tilted her head to one side, before replying lightly at Pants Girl, "It was not entirely bad." If you overlooked the fact that her brooding father fumed his way through summer, then it had not been entirely bad. "I'm glad it was pleasant for you in spite of ... the crying and all that."

Her nose wrinkled lightly.

Josh smiled as he listened to her words. When she was finished he kept staring at her some time without uttering a word, just watching her. This was a noble decision. He admired her determination. ''You are a brave girl, Rose'' he said with a little smile ''Might even be a Gryffindor'' he laughed ''If they will know, I believe you have the strenght to cope with it. Plus, imagine a world without any trouble, wouldn't it be boring?'' 'Yes, it was easy to say for you.' a deep silent voice spoke inside his mind 'So, from now and then, you are responsible of her. You'll protect her even if the situation would turn up to be different'. He smiled at her again and looked at the werewolf poster. ''I am hungry. What about visiting the Food Trolley?''

People around here were loud! The people who claimed Sebastian was not polite, clearly had never travelled in a train full of rude, working class children. Comparing to them Sebastian's ocasional dry replies and obnoxious words were the most polite ever.

Now .. where was Woodson? He was sure his brother had ... AHA!

No wonder Woodson had chosen to enter another compartment, this corridor was even worse than the other one. Cringing inwardly at the thought of the germs that were most certainly clinging to him now, Sebastian pulled the compartment door open.

Lord, why was Woodson always surrounded with girls? And always different ones .. wait. No. That was the Monster. Willow Kovac. And someone else he didn't know and had no intention of knowing, really. Stepping inside the compartment, Sebastian closed the door behind him and looked at his brother. He knew Woodson would not approve of him virtually ignoring the girls, but he wasn't like his twin. He didn't have the patience to be polite to strangers.

Or half-strangers, as Kovac.

"What now? She wanted you to carry her cheap handbag for her?" He asked Woodson, head titling to the side and hand slipping into his pocket. Yeah, he knew she'd hear.

So what?