"I send you a owl every day and I will come to your castle ecery holiday I promise" she kissed him on the cheek, she thought he was going to ask her about the book.

"Hey" Aaron said as he looked up from his Quidditch magazine at Iris. "Just an article about the Quidditch World Cup." He watched as Iris sat down next to him. "Apparently my uncle Bn is working security. I wish he could get tickets." Aaron looked back down into the magazine and turned the page. He looked up at Iris and asked "How was your last night of sleep as a second year?"

They were finally going to go home. Back to their manor house and vast grounds in Wiltshire. Woodson was rather thrilled at the thought, but of course, that didn't quite show on his face. No, because they had to survive this train journey back first.

"Do you know if Father sent our driver to King's Cross?" The sixteen year old asked his brother anxiously, moving up the narrow corridor in the search for an empty compartment.

A year in this place and he was mildy used to the company of these people, yes. That didn't mean he LIKED it though.

Sebastian was positive both him and his twin brother would have a party without for them back at Wiltshire. The sons of the great Earl of Wiltshire - Lord Whitcomb - were finally returning home, where they belonged, after their long months in ... there was no other way to put it ... purgatory.

It was a happy day, in deed. Sebastian was finally out of that awful uniform that made his skin scratchy, dressing up in his finest Italian made suit. After a year out of home, he thought that dressing up rather formal would cause a good impression.

"I asked Mother to send Arthur to come and get us when I last wrote her." Sebastian Whitcomb heard his cold, put together voice say with that posh, well taught accent of his. He followed his brother in his search for an empty compartment when one just ahead of Woodson seemed to grab his attention. "I am sure they would not make us wait there, or even worse - get public transportation. That one, brother." He said, pointing at the compartment's door.

She saw some more students walking past the compartment, there was space in here for two more people.

"So what book are you reading?" Jason asked Victoria? " Do you think I will like it?" Jason asked her.

"I am hoping to become a animagus, most of my family are animagi" she told him "but I can't start my lessons until next term".

Arthur was coming to get them. That was good. The thought of sinking as low as to using public transport was just plain awful - and Arthur was nice and efficient. Nodding in approval, Woodson entered the empty compartment in which his twin brother was pointing to.

"Looking forward to the celebrations," he commented lightly, giving the cushioned seat a little dust before perching himself awkwardly on the edge. "No doubt Mother's hired the best entertainers." Extravagant woman she was. It was a Whitcomb thing. Only the best of the best was good enough.

And the feast. Oh, Woodson could hardly wait for the feast. He'd been eating like a peasant these past months.

Iris nodded and smiled. "Oh ... cool." Iris didn't really know what else to say. Was there really anything else she could say about Quidditch magazines? She listened to him talk, "Oh ... " Gosh... He sounds so upset. How the heck am I supposed to say anything positive? Anything I say will still sound ... not positive. ' ... Maybe he has been able to? ' isn't exactly anything that she could say. "I bet you do ... I know I would ... " There ... that wasn't that negative, was it?

Iris read the page over his shoulder, not really taking much of it in. Not really understanding any of it. Quidditch really was a foreign language to her. "Last night of sleep ... Pfft. I didn't get any sleep. Couldn't sleep ... " Iris looked at him and sighed, figuring that he'd understand why she couldn't sleep. All of them have had loads on their minds the past few weeks.

"Victoria.you are a Veela, right?" Jason whispered to her. "So all of yoru family can turn into some animals besides yourself at this time?" Jason asked her in a low voice. " I am glad we will have a great time over summer" Jason told her.

No...full...ugh. Yucky. No...no...sigh. NO.

Every compartment just did not fulfill her needs. She needed a clean, empty, appealing compartment. Unless, of course, there was a compartment that contained Tammy, or Shana...Fyo or Torin. Someone she actually KNEW. Everyone else was a stranger off the street. In fact, she noticed quite a few groups sitting together...they all seemed like a scary colt. Lucy seldom walked past people knew, too, as in people she had met but didn't exactly have the pleasure of spending more time with. What a pity. Search...search...AHH!! It was that weird boy...what's-his-face. Whitter? Whitty? Whit...Wit-head? Witfool? The creepy, snobby, nose-in-the-air dung-head, basically. How creepy he was...and then there was kid were look just like him...WHY WERE THERE TWO OF THEM?!

Ooh...he cloned himself, didn't he? The Witfool, creepy, snobby, nose-in-the-air dung-faced creeper cloned himself. He stole Lucy's idea! PAH!

Lucy flashed a big smile at Mr. Evil and Mr. Evil's clone, and slowly walked past them.

"That sucks," he said as Iris said she couldn't get any sleep. He looked up and saw that she looked sad, only to realize that he probably looked sad, too. Aaron smiled and looked at her. "Hey, everything's going to be great. Yeah, Fallon's leaving, but it won't be the last time we see her."

Closing the door behind him, raising one smug eyebrow at some girl who was staring at them, Sebastian turned to watch his brother dust the seat. That just wouldnt work! There was nothing they could do to protect themselves from the germs.

Five long baths once they finally got home would have to do it.

Sitting himself on the seat, Sebastian smirked lightly at his brother. Oh yes. The celebrations. He honestly couldn't wait for that - and that was saying alot considering Sebastian wasn't much of a crowd person. "No doubt about that. And I hope she has organised a good polo match for tomorrow." Aaah. Polo. How Sebastian missed that.

He even missed cricket and he usually disliked it very much.

"I am also pretty certain that she has invited your personal group of fangirls. I bet they miss you, little brother." Sebastian snickered, teasing Woodson. Watching Woodson being chased around the party would definitely be fun.

Iris smiled, trying to stay positive, "I know that ... " She rested her head on his shoulder, "do you remember the firstie crew? There was the five of us. Me, you, Fallon, Satine and Grace. Come September, there'll only be three of us left... I really don't want it to get any less than that. " Iris looked at him and grinned, somewhat sadly, remembering that it was him that came up with the shocking name for their group. "But you're right. We'll still get to see Fallon. At some point."

Aaron let out a small laugh at their nick name from last term. "You're right, there will only be three..." He looked down at Iris. "But unless you forgot, we started as three. So, changing the perspective, we're really not loosing anyone. Except one of our best friends..." Damn, way to make it soudn worse. "You know what? Never mind. Ha."

Iris listened to what Aaron was saying, trying to see the sense in it and stuff ... She raised an eyebrow at him when he said that they weren't really losing anyone. "Changing your perspective doesn't help much, does it?" She asked ... "Yeah, never mind." Iris looked down at Luna's cage, only to see her scratching at the door of the cage. "Sorry girl, c'm'ere ... " She stood up to go and retrieve Luna from the basket, then returned back to sit next to Aaron. "Where's Avery?" she asked, noticing the empty bird cage.

Of course, Sebastian was looking most forward to the polo. Typical Bastian he was. "Well, you missed the beginning of the season but knowing Mother she'll have something arranged." Always spoiling her sons was Lady Whitcomb.

Apart from the feast and the celebrations that went with it, Woodson was most looking forward to a reunion with his grand piano and the Whitcomb private library. Really, it felt like attending that school had weakened his intelligence. That's how much of a joke it had been. He had some serious catching up to do.

Oh, and trust his brother to mention THAT. Blue eyes narrowed in Sebastian's direction and Woodson gave his head a shake. "I think they're just interested in the Whitcomb inheritance. Silly girls." Ugh.

Evan was determined to find Fallon on the train. She just couldn't have vanished to the air, could she? And the letter wasn't that urgent for her to go back to her house either, so she wouldn't take the Floo Network from the Headmaster's room. And as she couldn't just fly to London from Scotland, there was only one choice left: she'd be on train.

Evan had been searching every compartment from the back -a fault of his that he thought she'd want to be alone and sit at the back with her friends- and now looking exhausted because of dragging the heavy luggage, he finally heard Beaumont's voice. She meant Fallon was around here. Must be here. He immediately looked inside the compartments and finally saw them, and a sudden disappointment took his hopeful spirits: no Fallon. And there was no Lyra either, at least he couldn't find them. He reviewed his options: he could turn back the whole way and go out to patrol the whole train either, or he could simply wait here and see Fallon at least. His other option was a long shot, so he decided to sit with Beaumonts even if he hated to do so. He stood to catch his breath -walking through the whole train wasn't that easy- and entered the compartment.

"Hey." he said, and then to show that he had no intention to interrupt their conversation, went on with asking "Have you seen Fallon or Lyra?" They had to be somewhere... He hoped he could see them before leaving. He sat down far from them, no need to be close, right? If it wasn't for being tired, he wouldn't sit down either. He just hoped they'd understand it and be nice.

Iris diverted her attention from Luna when she heard a voice at the door. "Hi Cartwright" she said with a smile. She was still suprised that Aaron had apologised to him - AND that Cartwright accepted it. She was still calling him Cartwright though. It was more fun to say. hehe. "No ... I've not seen either of them." She tilted her head and studied him. He looked awful ... She really felt sorry for him. He'd have no one to talk to come september... Well and truely lonersome. The pity must have been there, quite obviously on her face, so she turned to Aaron quickly "Have you seen either of them, Aaron?"

"Yes I am a veela, I can't turn into a animal yet!" she told him, she was going to start lessons next term she hoped.

Tammy pushed her hair quickly behind her ears, and frowned. Gah, where was Torin? She wanted to say her educational goodbyes to him already, and she was already frustrated that she couldnt find him. As she shoved her hands in her pockets she looked up and down the corridor one last time and stood there waitintg. He had to come this way sooner or later. Sooner preferably.

Convrstaion with Ced over, Torin was once again making his way towards the front of the train and Tammy. He knew that he would find her eventually as he glanced in compartment after compartment for her. There were only so many places she could be..

Thank god for that! "Torin!" Tammy grinned at him quickly, pushing all goodbye thoughts aside for the moment. "You excited for Greece Princess? I ammmmm." And then she pulled him into the empty compartment she had been standing infront of.

"Tammy!" he said as he was suddenly grabbed and pulled into a compartment. "Yees, I am excited! For that, Antarctica and Brazil too." YAY!!! Holiday. He took a seat and pulled her down with him.

Chris was late as normal....He walked down the hall of compartments his guitar on his back as he had done every train ride home. It was just one of those weird things he always did. He just didn't like having his guitar with all the other luggage cause it could break or something. Or at least that's what he thought way back in his first year.

But whatever so as he walked only a short distance when he saw Lena sitting alone in one of the compartments. He smiled as he felt his heart race just at the sight of her. He loved how he would still get that feeling. He quietly slide the door open and leaned on the frame slightly. "What is a beautiful girl like you sitting all by yourself?" He asked swiftly. "I hope your boyfriend doesn't mind me sitting with you." He add with a sort of sly smile.