Ellie playfully bounded down the train, full of energy and excitement. This was perhaps the longest she'd ever been indoors without being asleep, and she didn't much like it. She was restless, itching to run through pastures and chase farm animals. Being aboard a locomotive felt so unnatural.

Her blond hair swung in a ponytail and her fingertips glided across the wooden dividers between compartments. She closed her eyes and imagined running through her corn fields. Unfortunately she lost touch with her actual surroundings and run full speed into a girl, both of them tumbling onto the floor.

Celandine collapsed into a pile of giggles, enjoying the blanket reaction of the others as well as Cope's scandalised look. It wasn't really all THAT long ago that Cela's reaction to such things consisted of the word 'ew' as well.

She straightened up and gave Willie a gentle and comforting little rub on his back. Patpatrub.

"Well, lets look for it." She placed her hands on the ground, rearranged her legs and pushed herself to her feet without even shaking on her heels the tiniest bit. WOOT.

And...

ANDANDAND...

She didn't flash anyone either. Celandine Toussaint was totally getting good at this being a lady business. All that practice over the summer probably.

She gave the hemline of her dress a tug then offered her hand to Willie to help him up.

What the-

How was it one minute she was walking down the train corridor with some older guy, trying to find a compartment, and the next she was on the ground? Gasping a few times to catch her breath, Arabelle felt a slight pressure on her chest. She blinked a few times and realized she was partially under someone.

"Get off, get off!" She pushed the girl off her and tried to stand up. "What's the big idea, huh? Are you trying to kill me?" After a few tries, she finally got back on her feet and glared at the other girl. "That hurt!"

She turned back to the boy. "Okay, I see your point now. Compartment, quickly please."

"It's like... a train station out here," Copernicus said helpfully, eyeing the compartment doors around them. He offered his hand to both girls and did his very best not to laugh at their ungainly pile of limbs.

It took even more effort not to look back and watch Cela being all ridiculous and adorable. Mostly adorable, though.

Ellie shook her head and made sure she was all right. This ritual was rudely interrupted by the other girl, who felt it appropriate to cause a scene. Ellie, now trying to get up, was pushed back onto the ground by this other gal. "HEY!" she yelled in her booming farm tone, "I'd apologise, but you got some nerve to shove me. I mean who are ya, the ruddy Queen?" She called the girl, but she seemed rather content to avoid any confrontation. Ellie viewed things differently.

Arabelle jumped a bit and turned back to the girl when her heard her shout. Oh, Merlin. This train ride was going from bad to worse. Why, oh, why didn't she just stay with the annoying sixth year? No, she had to be clever and sit in the corridor. Now look what's happening.

"Excuse me? I had some nerve to shove you? You were the one who came barreling into me! I had to push you off of me so I could breathe! I mean, really!" Arabelle didn't even bother to respond to the Queen comment.

She turned back to they boy for what felt like the thousandth time. "Can you please help me find a compartment now? I really don't feel like being around here anymore."

Yep. Hogwarts was going to be right fun.

"Then it shouldn't be too far off," chirped Daphne in an overly enthusiastic voice. Clearly, she was faking. Clearly, she was also pretending not having seen Copernicus Kettleburn's wide-eyes of shock.

That had been a tad funny. Only a tad.

Standing up, Miss Hopton dusted off her knees carefully before flicking her hair over her shoulder.

"A bit heavy-handed, don't you think? And unnecessary?" Copernicus frowned at the firstie with disapproval. Running people over and then blaming them for not appreciating being laid upon? It seemed a reasonable reaction to him.

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Arabelle jumped a bit and turned back to the girl when her heard her shout. Oh, Merlin. This train ride was going from bad to worse. Why, oh, why didn't she just stay with the annoying sixth year? No, she had to be clever and sit in the corridor. Now look what's happening.

"Excuse me? I had some nerve to shove you? You were the one who came barreling into me! I had to push you off of me so I could breathe! I mean, really!" Arabelle didn't even bother to respond to the Queen comment.

She turned back to they boy for what felt like the thousandth time. "Can you please help me find a compartment now? I really don't feel like being around here anymore."

Yep. Hogwarts was going to be right fun.

"Why don't we all just settle down?" Cope sighed. "Look... miss." He hadn't asked her name. So rude of him!

"This car here is empty." He pushed open a door and showed them both.

Ellie frowned. She knew better than to start up with someone older than she was. She had been raised properly and wasn't about to shame her upbringing. "S'not really your business," she sneered. Her glare shifted back towards the other girl. "You're lucky your father was here to stand up for you..." she said, voice trailing off. She certainly wasn't about to insinuate any sort of violent behavior on her behalf.

She abruptly turned and stomped away from the situation. Perhaps the next person she encountered would bring about a more pleasant reaction from the first year.

Willie was really taken aback when Cela gave him a comforting back rub. It did make him feel better. He turned his head to look at Daphne who's voice went up a notch, making him grin. Was she excited? No one was usually excited about searching a bag.

He then looked at Cela who was standing up awkwardly. Willie blinked and realized that she was wearing heels. "Uhh..." She was seriously considering helping him up with THOSE on? "I'll thtand up on me own, I'll be doin' it pretty well me whole life." he grinned, pulling his knees up to his chest, placing his hands behind his back and pushing himself up.

"I think it fell there," the small boy pointed. Next to both girls, he looked like a midget. He decided to ignore that fact, convincing himself that they were taller cause they were older.

Arabelle made sure not to look pleased as the other girl was chided. It made her feel a bit better after being practically screamed at for being knocked down. But she didn't want to cause an even bigger fight. She just wanted to forget about this whole thing. Taking a deep breath, Arabelle closed her eyes.

And abruptly opened them as the other girl was rude...again. "My...father...?" Was that supposed to be an insult? Arabelle wasn't quite sure. She stared after the girl with no small amount of shock as she went stomping down the corridor.

"Uh, all Hogwarts students aren't like that right? Because I don't think my brothers acted like that when they came here." She was a bit worried that, with her luck, things like this would be happening all the time.

Arabelle turned toward the empty compartment. How had she missed that? "Thanks for the help." She wrinkled her nose at the word miss. "My name's Arabelle. If you ever see me again, you can call me that, not miss. Or Ari, it's shorter. And, uh, you are?"

"You could probably stand up in my shoes." Cela agreed, watching Willie get to his feet, apparently without being overly bothered by his owies. She turned around to look where he pointed and spied a black bag half sticking out of a compartment and jamming the door.

"Ohh!" She trotted over there and bent over to pick it up.

"See? It wasn't even that far off!" exclaimed Daphne with a shrug. That had to be the quicket searching hunt in the history of searching hunts. Patting Willie on the back, the blond cleared her throat. "Well that takes care of everything. You know, I wonder if there's room for Willie in our compartment," she said in Celandine's direction before glancing over her shoulder.

She also wondered if Sebastian Whitcomb was going to have a problem with it.



Probably. Yeah.

That... was such a fast search. Not even Pirates should do that! But... Did that make the girls pirates? Willie furrowed his brows suspiciously. He went up to Cela with his bare feet, taking the bag from her. He was so very thankful that the bag didn't open or rip, showing all of his goodies. His stolen goodies, of course. The boy looked up at Daphne who now was patting his back, musing about if there seemed to be place in their compartment.

Willie flung his back onto his good shoulder and reached his hand to scratch his nape, a shy expression on his face. "Uh... No, really I can find me own compartment. One with no firthtie to throw up on me, but I can still find me own compartment."

Miranda couldn't seem to find an empty compartment anywhere. All of them eemed rather over full infact. 'Maybe i'll make that many friends too, now i'm going to Hogwarts' she thought hopefully as she entered a compartment, now having found an empty one. Carefully she tried to lift her trunk up onto the rack. But after five failed atempts to pick it more than an inch above the floor she left it on the floor. A trunk that big was just to hevey for her small body to manage. Exhausted she dropped into the seat and lifted her small half Kneazle onto her lap, its gray-black fur soft under her tanned fingers.

Watching Rachel Reid couldn't help the rush of guilt that overcame him. He did this to her by defending Sienna. He'd always done it which was why he did so over the summer but he regretted it the moment he'd walked away from Rachel. But he knew that he didn't have the right to wallow in self-pity, after all she deserved better than him.

"Don't worry Sienna is nowhere near here. Last I knew she was complaining to my parents about the fact that I told her that I'd never marry her or be interested in her even if she doused me with amortensia. Or at least I'm presuming that's where she was when my father called." Reid said with a shrug, all the while watching Rachel like a hawk.

She looked similar to him, although one wouldn't be able to tell. Unlike Rachel it seemed Reid had decided to use a glamour on himself. He was eighteen and of magical maturity so he hadn't seen the harm. There was also a part of him that didn't want Rachel to see him weak, to see that she had held that much power over him that he'd literally fallen apart without her. And seeing her now he didn't want to add to her worries, if she even still cared about him that was.

"You look more than tired. You look exhausted." Reid stated bluntly, although the worry was evident in his voice, no matter how good of an actor he was he couldn't mask that emotion. "I know I don't have the right to say anything to you after hurting you but Rachel I'm begging you to sleep and eat. If you don't who knows what will happen to you?" his statement was somewhat hypocritical since he was in a similar condition but he didn't matter, she did.

Rhea smiled. Then her brows furrowed again. This time in concentration. What was her stretegy?

"Well for starters, I think people will lighten up on the matter once they are aware of just how much of a Human heart a warewolf has once its not the full moon. I mean its once a month right? Secondly I think I'll milk our a history a bit. This Lupin story can really sell WHFTO. I mean, once people know how much of an impact werewolves have had on keeping the wizarding world safe and in the fight against evil and just how much they are prosecuted for something that is not their fault, hearts will soften."

She smiled lightly, then sighed. She hoped people would help her in her cause but knew much would depend on her.

As I board the train I am relieved to see I am not the only one traveling alone. I notice several students wandering around looking as if they are just as lost as I am. As I wander through the train I notice an empty compartment. "Wow" I think to myself, "how did I get so lucky to find a compartment with no one in it as full as this train is?" I go inside, take a seat and take out my DADA book for some light reading while I anxiously await the time we arrive at Hogwarts.

As William said he'd merely take her word for it that her experience buying her pygmy puffs had been weird, grinning back at her, Adrienne found herself laughing a little. "Probably a good idea." It seemed like he didn't quite uderstand why she would have had difficulty, and something told her he wouldn't understand even if she had explained. So it was easier to just keep her memory to herself for now, until she could find Chloe, since she knew her best friend would find the whole situation hilarious. And then probably ask which shoes she had been wearing. But then William had gone on to explain how he knew Dolce and Gabbana, and she found herself nodding. "Your mum has good taste." Not that D&G were her absolute favorite designers, but they were up there, at least in her personal collection. And then he added the detail of his mother's prized shoes, and she found herself smiling. "I tend to just prize my shoes in general." She glanced down at her boots, which of course were pristine, but considering their cost, they should be. Even if she hadn't loved them as much as she did. Appearances were everything, right? Or at least a really important part. Along with friends, family, books . . . She tilted her head to one side slightly as he started thinking aloud about his pygmy puff. "Don't overwork your brain or anything," she warned. Granted, the pygmy puff needed an identity, but it wasn't worth expedning that much energy. But then he said two names, and she grinned. "You really like names starting with Z." Considering she already knew his owl's name was Zima. Of course, barring her pygmy puffs' names, some people could say the same if they knew her owl's and colt's names, considering they both started with R. But she didn't think it was the same, since she hadn't actually named Renny.

And then there was another awkward silence, and she found herself studying him. That was an interesting task, since she was still being vigilant about not using her ability, but she found she still could tell a few things about him. Like, that something was running through his head, puzzling him. She smiled again, however, as he blinked in response to her agreement to seeing his tarantula. "Did I wake you up?," she teased lightly, before she watched as he withdrew a case from his pocket. The tarantula didn't look that creepy, really, which she had to admit surprised her a little since she really wasn't the biggest fan of spiders. Especially large ones. But his tarantula almost looked like a stuffed animal or something, sitting there on the branch. Maybe it was the furriness. "How can you tell?," she asked as he contemplatively said the spider wasn't hibernating. It certainly wasn't moving a lot. Until the little terrarium or whatever got jiggled, and she watched in fascination as the tarantula moved. "She's so . . . I don't know, elegant or something."

And then the discussion of curses being used in Diagon Alley had continued, and her brief intrigue about the spider faded. It was hard not thinking about people being outright killed, even not really knowing what had happened. Hopefully it wasn't anyone I knew, she thought, acknowledging to herself how odd that statement sounded. It wasn't like she wanted a complete stranger to have been the unfortunate victim, but it was hard enough starting the term with werewolf furor. And now worry over how a person could use an Unforgiveable in public without apparently being found, and how she could have been there and not heard anything about it. Mourning would make it that much more difficult. And she wasn't about to make things more awkward by trying to get more details, especially since it didn't seem like Wiliam knew much more.

He certainly seemed happy to answer her sad attempt at changing the subject. She nodded again, before really thinking about last term and everything that had happened. Which of course made her think about those flyers out in the corridor. "Yeah. I think we all hope for that," she said, before a faint grin appeared on her face. "You know, I'd think after that deluge last term, even Myrtle would think twice about causing more floods." The ghost seemed like a safe topic. Nothing to do with curses or werewolves or any of that other stuff. But then, glancing at the younger boy again, she saw his tarantula poke her way out of the case, and her eyes widened a little. Big furry spiders in cases was one thing, running around loose was an entirely different matter. "Um, I think your spiders getting a little too into exploring," she hesitatingly said, wondering if he even had noticed. The way he lept staring at the wall made her think he hadn't.

Ellie made her way to the back of the train, thus completing her 'tour' of the Hogwarts Express. The excited, bouncy 11-year-old was already dressed in her brand new Hogwarts robes. She was carrying her snowy owl Godric in his cage, and had Hogwarts: A History with her, which she religiously took everywhere. But, arriving at the back of the train she saw there were al lot of older students there. She had spoken to one or two older ones, but she still felt intimidated by them. "They won't want to talk to me," she thought to herself.

Kevin was walking back up the train trying to find a compartment when he spotted his friend Lizzie and opened the door and saw the compartment was pretty busy but better than being out in the corridor and said "Hey Lizzie may I join you as the train seems very busy this year"

Sitting down on the couch, still with a satisfied smirk upon her face, Lyra looked up with her eyes at Evan and made them look extremely innocent when he glowered at her but still had the evil smirk , seemingly, Lyra was amused by this.

Clearing her throat, Lyra reached for her owl cage on the ground and let Daisuke out. She placed the owl on her shoulder and took a owl pellet from her bag, giving it to the owl.
When she was done feeding him , she let him sit on her shoulder. Apperantelly the owl was happy there and fell asleep again. Weird cutey bird.

Giggling sofly at Daisuke, Lyra looked up at Evan when the boy started to laugh although it wasn't that convincing. It looked like that Evan didn't really like the "joke" which made it for Lyra even funnier. But one thing that had suprised her was that Evan hadn't cursed her or even had drawn his wand! If someone did this to Lyra she would curse the person before the other could say "not fair". "i'm surprised you didn't curse me" she said voicing her thoughts and started to smirk again when she saw that Evan suddenly stopped rubbing his head, wanting to act tough as though it didn't hurt but Lyra could see on his facial expression that it had hurt and felt a pang of guilt rush through her body but she quickly recovered herself, it was still funny.

Oh? so he did want to know where Lyra was talking about?
The Slytherin looked at him with raised eyebrows. Why the sudden interest now? Lyra could only think one thing and that was that maybe Evan felt sorry that he had walked away before she was even done talking.
"I was saying" she said in a cold voice, leaning with her back on the back of the couch. "that you were right about the werewolf thing, but that it is still dangerous. Last year, i don't know what really happend but it seemed like that the potion the 'werewolf-professor' got wasn't working, or someone had tempered with it?" she said more to herself than to Evan. Pushing the thoughts aside she choose another topic .

The Astronomy teacher! "i wonder who our new Astronomy teacher is going to be after..." Lyra gulped and looked sad,. She hadn't talked to the professor before but she did like his lessons and somehow she got the best grades in that subject, and tears started to built in her eyes. Wiping them away, Lyra remembered something in Diagon Alley and she snapped her head up to Evan a little too fast so that her neck started to hurt. Rubbing the back of her neck, Lyra asked. "That BIG guy at that inking shop () the one professor Truebridge was talking to, didn't he say something like , teaching the students and professors ? he is not going to be our new Astronomy teacher right? ...RIGHT?!" she particually shouted. "That guy gives me the creeps"

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"I get incredibly ill when I have it," Jake explained, tapping his fingers on the seat after he released his throat. "But not until after the sugar rush has worn off. I ended up being ill for quite a while. And it messes with the chemicals in my brain. The hospital said it's not an orthodox allergic reaction, they were just going to call it an allergy, ya know?" Buuuuut enough about Jakey's health. Oh, not yet.

"Two times a day," the pink-haired boy nodded, speaking quite matter-of-factly. "It was the hospital's condition for letting me out," Jakers grinned, unaware he might have said anything that could alarm someone.

As the conversation moved on, Jake looked down at the girl's cat again and over to Lolcat, who was sleeping peacefully. Stupid sleep. "Sabrina, huh? That's a wicked-awesome name. I've never met any 'Sabrina's before," Jake explained, fidgeting as he tried to get comfortable. Well... to be honest, as soon as he managed that he'd probably fall asleep. Jakers hadn't slept the night before, having insisted to his foster mother that since it was his thirteenth birthday, he should have the chance to stay up all night.

And he did... so it looked like Jake's tradition of sleeping at every single feast wasn't dying this year.

Giggling at Sabrina's interpretation of his little charade, Jake then shook his head. "Nah, he was trying to strangle me."

The blonde was so relieved that Jake had finally let go of his neck and was not trying to strangle himself, that she almost didn't catch what he said about his ... err ... sugar allergies. As the Hufflepuff explained about his sugar issues, Sabrina bit her lip and wondered if it was really okay for her to eat something. All this sugar talk was constantly reminding her of how she had skipped breakfast and was actually starving. In fact, she totally missed his explaination of chemicals addling his brain.

Just one more frog? Maybe she could have the beans? How about pumpkin pie? Droobles? Anything?

'... it was the hospital's condition for letting me out.'

...

O.O

Sabrina stared at him stupidly. Was this boy SOOOOO hyper that he had to be detained in the hospital without two doses of calming draughts? "And what happened if you forget your two doses of calming draughts per day?" As soon as she asked the question, an image of a wild, bouncing bear came to her mind. She dissed the image. The boy was too small to be a bear. Well, he could be a baby bear. Instantly, the bear was replaced by a baboon and then it turned into a badger.

Maybe she didn't want to be around if Jake ever forgot his calming draughts. He seemed hyper as it is.

Unconciously, Sabrina started stroking Snowball again when the topic turned to their names. She really should keep that bag of sweet away from him. "Thank you." Well, at least this boy hasn't heard of Sabrina, the Teenage Witch.

The blonde blinked once again, not understanding the logic or reason behind such an action. "But weren't you trying to save him? Then why was he strangling you?"

Eh. Hufflepuffs were just weird.

No. Boys were weird.

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"Oh, I was there. It was a bit scary but I think if they keep everything in check that they are fine.". He didn't mind being in a school with a werewolf. Just because someone was a werewolf didn't mean they were bad people. It wasn't their fault that it had happened to them. He would stand up for Professor Lupa "I don't mind if Professor Lupa stays at Hogwarts. What happened was a freak accident.". Just because people were different didn't mean they didn't deserve the same rights as everyone else.
"How was your vacation,Sarah?" he asked her. She was being nice to him so he thought he'd do the same. No sense in being a jerk to her for no reason. Even if he thought she might tempt Sammi with cookies. Good thing she didn't know Sammi's weakness was lollipops.

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Mariel frowned slightly and fought the urge to roll her eyes at Nathaniel's snide Ravenclaw comment. Choosing to ignore the remark for now, she nodded happily at Sammi. "Yes, Ravenclaw's the best... Although there are more reasons to love it than just the color." And then the younger girl turned to stare off out the window. Odd. Mariel looked at her curiously for a moment before turning back to Nathaniel as he asked about Diagon Alley.

"Um, for the most part I guess," she answered as his question brought up memories of the summer - most pretty good, but her last visit to Diagon Alley had been just awful. Frowning at the memory, the nearly 15 year old was so consumed with the thought that she completely failed to notice how nervous Nathaniel seemed. Instead, she shrugged softly and stared out the window, tring to push the memory out of her mind and becoming vaguely aware of Sarah trying to make conversation with the other occupants of their compartment.

The Ravenclaw girl looked up again as the topic turned to werewolves yet again. Not that she should have been surprised, really, being at the forefront of everyone's mind given recent events. Though it was beginning to annoy her that it seemed as if nearly no one shared her opinion on the matter. Except that Variety kid. And where was he? She never did catch up with him again. Nearly everyone else dismissed it as no big deal. "That's just the thing Nathaniel," Mariel said in a tired voice. "They didn't keep everything in check. What happens when there's another accident? What if you get bit next time? Or one of your friends? Or your little sister?" She sighed greatly, being tired of trying to make everyone see reason. She had nothing against werewolves when they were people, but once a month they weren't people. They were vicious, dangerous beasts who had no place being around kids.

Not really wanting to get into an argument, she decided to change the subject when she noticed that Nathaniel was still standing in the doorway. "So... are you going to sit down?" she asked, gesturing to the seat next to Sarah. Her own side of the compartment was full with Daisy on one side of her and Sammi on the other. So next to Sarah was his only choice... unless he wanted to continue standing.

To be perfectly honest Sarah was torn in her opinions.On the one hand she could see what Nathaniel meant: Werewolves most of the time were people,with feelings just like anyone else.And when fit should be allowed to have a job.On the other hand she could also see where Mariel was coming from.Professor Lupa could quite easily have killed someone, and did actually maim the Headmaster, which should never have been allowed to happen.Perhaps it would be best if she didn't commit to either side and just nod along with both of them.Yeah that would be alright.Adding an "Uhhhuh" for good measure.But she had to mention what she thought about the potion...had to. "I think," she started, looking down at her hands, "that the wolfsbane potion wasn't done right.I mean Professor Lupa had told us it was supposed to ease the pain and keep her mind her own.Now to me she looked to be in plenty of pain...and certainly not of sound mind." She bit her lip when she finished.Maybe she'd be the only one to think it.Maybe she was paranoid.But after what happened to Forrester in DA she was a little concerned that someone hated the Professors.

As the subject turned to the summer,Sarah had to fight hard not to mention the Forrester incident as well.She had already scared a young kid outside Florean's with the story when she told Mariel, last thing she wanted was to scare Sammi and have Nathaniel actually hate her.Smiling up at him she answered with just the nice parts. "Oh it was lovely,thanks.Mariel and Wesley, another friend of mine," she added, knowing he wouldn't have a clue who she meant, "stayed over at my place alot, and we went out and did muggle things.I'm trying to verse Mariel in the culture," she giggled, remembering her friend on roller blades for the first time. "How about you guys?" she asked,looking from Nate to his sister.

She had to inwardly giggle at Mariel's invitation.It wasn't until then that she realised Nathaniel was still standing.And she knew he wouldn't really be keen on sitting next to her.But it was the only seat available, and with a smile Sarah patted it. "Yeah come on, sit down.Your legs will get tired if you don't."

"Well, all I was told about was the werwolves stuff, but as you can see they are..err..a little buisy here" Nataly said uncomfortably, looking at the chatting second years.
"Oh, and I got sorted during the summer because I'm a transfer student and not a first year." She added.