"It's not bad to be non magical. There are many muggle-borns in Hogwarts." Reassured him Nataly. "Oh, and we are Slytherins."

'Not bad thanks' he replied. He gave out a little smile as she ruffled his hair again. 'I cant wait to get back to hogwarts!' he walked over the the window whilst checking out his hair.

Josh listened Rose seriously as she spoke. He continued to watch her as she looked out the window appereantly not fond of the things she talked about. ''Yeah'' he nodded ''I know that kind of families. Mom told me some about them and she also said that the children of those families might not be happy to see me as i experienced with the help of my cousin. Your family's opinion about me cannot be described as touching but that is nothing i do care, really.. I'm not hanging with your family, i'm hanging with you so your idea is what is important to me. Not theirs or anyone else's.'' he joined her looking out at the hills ''So i might offer you to stop bothering about it, if you think the same way of course''

Sarah realised that Brant was leaning towards her, why was he doing that, doesn't he know that when you argue you should leave the other person alone for awhile, suddenly she heard him say that he had wanted to write but he daren't because he didn't want her to get angry so he didn't, but then had he or was he with his new girlfriend. "Yeah right." She said, "You realy tried to write." she looked at him as he handed the rose to her. "What about the girl I saw you with, when we left the train." She said as she chucked the Rose back at him. "You never told me you had a girlfriend out of hogwarts."

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Almost immediately, Samson could feel the remorse and regret bubbling up inside of him. He didn't look away from Issy immediately after he spoke, and how he wished he did. He hated seeing her so broken and seemingly so defeated. Did his words really have that big a significance to her? Was she so determined to defend her side, that she hated the fact that he was the one opposing her so passionately?

Well, he couldn't help it! At least he didn't rile up on her and ask her to leave. She left on her own.

And when she did, when she slammed that door behind him and disappeared, Samson could no longer hold it in. He let out a muffled shout of frustration under his hands, which he now had used to cover his face. His hands curled up slightly, meaning to scratch his face, and then he slid them off slowly, in an utterly frustrated manner. Since when had he decided to hurt Issy like that again? Oh, right. He'd been doing in unmeaningly since... forever. But now, now! He was well aware of what he was doing (well, kind of, partly, sort of...), and it hurt. It hurt him more than it seemed to hurt Issy. He really had not expected this, especially since he always thought she was always on his side. Or was he the one who wanted to see that, and was it he who never took Issy's side? Merlin, this was hard.

On the other side of it all, however, Samson could almost feel that he was right and she was wrong. It was just like how he always felt all those years ago. He felt that right now. He knew in his mind that his stand was correct, and that Issy was being unreasonable, bratty, even. She was being immature and melodramatic and she always saw him as the bad guy even when he had intentions she'd never even known. Why did she always want to know everything? She always thought she new everything, but she never really knew. She never understood, because she always misinterpreted it. She always wanted things her way! Ugh... He shook his head and blinked several times. Those were BAD thoughts. He knew better. But he still felt he was right. And yet, where did that feeling get him? In the end, he was always wrong, anyway.

He groaned. "What just happened?" He asked, as he stared blankly at his hands. He was aware that Sabrina was there, for he had just heard her speak, but didn't really take in what she had just said. All he remembered was 'not nice'. Oh, he knew. He knew what he did was not nice, but what she did wasn't nice either! She never...

...Okay, Samson. Enough.

He heaved another heavy sigh, and looked up at Sabrina with tired, defeated, agonized eyes. He'd never looked at anyone that way. Heck, he'd never even seen himself that way for all he knew, but he felt it.

"I... think I'm going for a walk..."

And with that, he left the compartment, hands shoved deep in his pockets, and eyes to the floor. He didn't know where he was going. He was just going to walk...

Walk away. Just like he always did.

What just happened?

Excuse me, did Samson just ask what happened? Need Sabrina remind him just how much of a complete idiot he had just been? She didn't think Samson was capable of forgetting it so quickly and she was about to tell him off when he sighed heavily and looked at her.

He loves her.

The realisation hit her like a storm and she stared at him, at his tired and agonized eyes, and suddenly felt like she was a little baby. For the first time in quite a few years, Sabrina's eyes pooled up in front of another human being, tears threatening to tickle down her face. The blonde had never seen Samson look at anyone like that. Never again did she wish to see that look on her brother's face. She just wanted to hug him. It was like someone was nudging her constantly, tugging her towards him so she could just hug her best friend.

Wishing she could comfort him, wishing she knew how to, and yet knowing that it was probably better to just leave him alone, Sabrina looked away, not wanting to watch someone she loved suffer. She wasn't sure if it was better to just walk out of the compartment and leave him on his own, and yet, what if he needed her and she was gone?

She wanted to smack herself for that. When did Samson ever need her? It was best just to leave.

The Ravenclaw was about to get up when Samson declared her was going for a walk and left the compartment.

Sabrina sighed, whether it was with relief or saddness, or a mixture of both, she wasn't sure. Closing her eyes and wiping off the tears with the back of her hand, the blonde looked out the window, wondering if this was the start of the term, she didn't really want to know how it would end.

Achille came walking to the back of the train smiled to himself. 'Very intresting posters about werewolves.' Achille moved his stuff trying to find a empty compartment and then once again smiled to himself. Achille is italian for " one who embody's the suffering of his people". It serves him well.

The train lurched, and Sara woke-up with a start. She had actually fallen asleep. Slowly Sara raised her head and looked to her right... and Drew was looking down at her. "Oh my God!" Sara thought, as her cheeks turned a nice colour of rosey-red. "I actually fell asleep on Drew's shoulder!"

Sara looked away, and quickly said: "Hey Drew... what's up?"

''Good morning!''Andrew said smiling to Sara.''I'm pretty good. How are you, how was your sleep?''2 he asked with a playful voice when she became even more red...

You don't break old habits when you feel comfortable with what you have.
That's what Eva Diana Longwood thought as she climbed to the backof the train after saying goodbye to the ones that cared about her and ride on her last trip she would to for the school. After that year, there was no coming back. And Eva hadn't fully realized it until that moment.
The girl looked for some known faces but everytime she looked around all she saw were firsties and strangers.

Randomly, she knocked on a compartment's door before open it and look around to face the students in there:
"Hi. Do you mind if I stay here?" she greeted, leaving that journey in the hands of fate. It was just time to change her luck... and her habits.

"No idea about either of them to be honest," Jake shrugged, not realising that Blake seemed a little... freaked out. "I thought Voldemort was, like, dead and stuff... I doubt he's comin' back."

Wow, it seemed Jake was really... quite slow. Quite slow indeed. Shana was there now, but was that really such a big surprise? Arching an eyebrow, Jake gave a little smile. "Yeah, we know each other. She's my official stalker," the boy nodded, noting that Blake was seemingly her accomplice.

Jake would have to keep an eye out for these two. "Wait," he blurted out, suddenly confused. Addressing Shana, he furrowed his brow. "Does this mean you're over me?"

"Did he have to rub it in?" Sara wondered to herself. "Maybe he just enjoyed seeing her blush!"

"Actually, I did thank you very much!" replied Sara. "You happen to have a nice shoulder for sleeping." Looking out the window, Sara asked Drew: "Did you get any sleep, Drew?" Sara was suddenly horrified! Maybe she had snored while she was sleeping. How embarassing!

"So...have you eatening anything yet?" Sara asked Drew.

Satine wandered down the hall trying to squeeze through the crowds while looking for her friends from last year. She was extra excited to be back because they were no longer firsties. It was just one step closer to ruling the school.....well there were still a few years left...but still.

Suddenly she turned the corner to see two of her friends heading into a compartment. She walked a little faster with an extra hop in her step as she approached her two Slythie friends.

"Iris.....Aaron!" she said as she ran over to hug each one of them. "I'm so excited to see you two!" she said with her usual smile. Being around them always made her extra happy.

she looks so horrified... I wonder why''I watched you mostly more than sleeping and watched out of the window, listened the others conversations... Thats all and you're muttering to yourself although I couldnt figure out what did you tried to say... What ever... I'm starving, what about you?''she looks even more horrifed now Drew thought

Chris kinda ingnored the question about why he and Lizzie broke up as did Lizzie he saw. He would maybe tell Jenn later. He then turned to Lizzie as she told about her summer.

"So you moved? Do you like your new place?" he then smiled when she started to talk about homework. "Well we can try to forma study group then!" he said happily. "Gryffindor for the House Cup!" and he stuck out his tongue playfully to Jenn.

As Chris had been talking to Lizzie and Jenn, he had almost forgotten the quiet girl who had been sitting in the compartment that he introduced himself to, until her cat jumped off her lap and rubbed against his leg. He smiled and reached down to pet it. "Oh hey there, buddy." he then heard that his name was Quinto. "I like that name." He then looked at the girl and asked, "What's you name? And are you new this year?" he wanted to make the girl comfortable. I mena it must have been a bit awkwad sitting in a compartment with people that are all good friends with each other and her no knowing any of them.

Sara was starving too, but more than that she wondered what she had been muttering about in her sleep...well, at least she hadn't snored!

"So..." said Sara to Drew, "Would you like to go to the food trolley with me or would you like me to go?"

"Hi" Nataly smiled at her "Of course you can. Iris, Aaron, Jacoby-do you mind?"

we're not going and you're not going too you're staying here. I will go, just tell me what you want?How could she really think I can let her go...

Sara looked at Drew, with a smile. He was such a gentleman, and at such a young age too! He must have really nice parents. A kid had to have good parents to grow up with such manners.

"Well," said Sara, with a weird look on her face, "I've never had wizarding food before... just get me whatever you're having." Sara hoped that would be okay with Drew.

Eva walked in and waited for the others to say something in protest. She smiled back confidently at the girl who had answered her. A second or a third year, she figured. She seemed to be used to that ride, so she was not a firstie, but she couldn't be older than 13.
"Thanks a lot. I'm Eva Longwood." she introdducced herself, interested on that group for something she had heard right before she had walked in.

She studied the four students, who were all much younger than herself. The Slytherin girl was probably the eldest of them and even like that she should be four years younger that Eva. I feel... grown up, the seventeen year old thought. Seventh years had the tendecy to think they owned the school and now Eva could finally understand why.
"You were talking about the werewolves, weren't you?" she asked, moving her eyes from one to another. her question was made in a friednly yet sad tone. It was a shame that Alessia Lupa's secret had come out in the wide like that and that the other Professor had been hurt trying to save a few students. And from what she had heard her less favorite Ravenclaw, the Prefect Rachel Rider, was amongst them...

Sara was look like weird but Drew liked that look on her face...''Yes, neither did I, so I will buy whatever I see for you. See you when i get back AND dont starve when I was away...'' I hope I wont too.

Sara sat back in her seat and waited for Drew to return. As she thought of him her smile grew... God, she was hungry!

Eva looked much older than her, or her compartment mates for that matter.
She's probably a sixth or seventh year she thought I feel so small!
"Hey Eva" answered her Nataly, sitting back on the comy seat "I'm Nataly Silverlock, a Slytherin third year."
Then Eva asked about the werewolfs. Nataly looked around her.
To tell or not to tell her? It's a sensitive topic.
Finally she decided, and said "Yeah, we were talking about werewolfs."

Evelyn sat there for a minute or so. He was giving her a choice? No walking off? No slamming of doors without her giving him an explanation on what she thought? Finally, when his words were settling in, a small smile appeared on her lips, growing as the seconds ticked by in silence. She turned to look at Josh. He was staring at the window, not looking like the happiest person in the world like she felt. Standing up, she jumped over and hugged him. "I...totally don't care what they think." she said, stuttering a little, still hugging him. 'Oh my- I'm so getting disowned.'

Broad shoulders nearly spanned the breadth of the hallway. Each summer in the forest he grew like a tree, six years later and he appeared to nearly be the man he would one day become. One more year to go..

Bag slung over his shoulder, the young boy, no, man stalked his way down the corridor. Helios couldn't find an open compartment nor a friendly face.

"I should have took the car.."

Achille looked and knocked on a compartment door. "Excuse me, I can't find anyone to sit with. Is it alright if I join you?"