Praline laughed and tried to cover it with a cough, "My favorite color would be probably orange. Much like your smile right now." She giggled again, "So you like green? What shade? Greenbean green?" She leaned back in her seat and began to relax.

"Cool. You're good." At least, by the standards that Tibi had sorta gotten a grasp of. He pulled his feet up on to his seat and leaned on his knees. He brushed his hair out of his face.

"I didn't know anything about Quidditch until school last term, so I just keep reading it." He shrugged. "I'm a Ravenclaw. We... didn't do so well last term, yeah? So I wanna be as prepared as I can."

And what Tibi did best? It was read. Though, Jake helping him on the broom hadn't hurt, that was for sure.

"I didn't fly last term... soooo, I don't know how it's going to go. But I'm gonna try." Tibi looked a little embarrassed. It was absurd. He was afraid of flying, and yet, he was going to try out for Quidditch. Somewhere, logic had failed.

:: Ehgad's hand quickly covered his mouth. He turned and scraped the cracker residue off with his finger and placed the small lump under the seat.

"Ah, yes. Green.. well any shade really." He looked at his watch. "Want to go explore. I've never ridden a train before." He shifted forward and prepared to stand. ::

Praline nodded, "Yeah lets go see if we can't find something cool to drink." She stood and brushed off her pants again. Suddenly the train lurched and she fell onto Ehgad. Jumping up quickly, "Sorry sorry sorry....you ok?" She hoped she wasn't about to find she squooshed the only person she knew.

:: Praline's body fell on top of him. He choked with excitement. It was only for a second, but he thought her hair smelled like peaches. He actually drooled a little.

"Ah, I'm fine. Shall we?" He asked jumping up too and even doing a strange shoulder roll. He opened the door for her and followed her out. ::

Adrienne walked down the corridor, her purple Dolce and Gabbana sandals making faint noises on the floor, at the front of the train, figuring that at least if she found a compartment up here she'd be closer to the food trolley woman and the chocolate. Not that she was planning on sitting around eating chocolate frogs the entire trip to Hogwarts. She had things to think about. Tryouts to plan.

Carrying both the basket that she had Christian, Tory and Dolce inside, and her purse, she was happy that once again Rochester had chosen to ride on her shoulder. Even if she had to be careful how she moved, since it would be easy for her owl's claws to hurt her, what with the fact her dress left her with no protection. (And she knew her purse didn't match, but she didn't particularly care. At least she had abandoned the idea of pinning her captain badge to the ribbon, instead having it carefully pinned to the lining of her pygmy puffs' basket). Now she just had to see if she could either find someone she knew or an empty compartment.

Iris made her way through the train after having said goodbye to her mum and dad (they'd gotten over the 'issue' that they were having over the summer - though they point blank refused to tell Iris what it was that they'd split up over.) with her trunk and Luna's basket. She didn't have to walk far down the corridor until she'd reached an empty compartment, there weren't many people on the train....

She levitated her trunk into the luggage shelves and put Luna on top of the trunk. Iris walked over to the other side of the compartment and sat down nearest to the window. Iris had decided to wear a longer dress than those she'd been wearing recently, and she didn't have quite as much make up on as she did those two days in Diagon Alley ...

She looked out of the window at the people and students on the platform, wondering where Aaron and Wesley were, and how Fallon was doing... Maybe she could use her Instant Parchment to try to get a hold of her ... It was half ten in the morning though ... meaning that it would still be dark in Florida ... Maybe she should leave it till later. That would be the best thing to do.

Iris kicked her shoes off and put them under her seat, then sat with her feet under her bum, leaning against the window and she took out a French Novel that Anastasie had given her, saying that "Iris would really like it". Iris hadn't started it yet, but she figured that she might as well start it whilst no one else was here.

It was unbearable, that nervous nausea Annie has everytime something new comes to her life and she gets too excited about it, but has those horrible symptoms to make her feel miserable. She just hated that and wished some new things weren't moving so fast, like the train, but we all know that ought to be impossible.

With a damp cloth covering her mouth, she stepped through the front of the train compartments, looking for one empty, or in some cases, one that didn't have so many people to see her in that state of weird health. With a breath of relief, she found one and quickly ran into it, almost putting the lock to the doors.

Sigh..relief..sigh. In order to just change her luck, she layed down on the compartment couch and began to massage her forearm, to cure her sickness. She wasn't really paying attention to the outside, though wished someone would come and cure her nervous moment...like there, now!!

Too bad Copito was sleeping inside his pet pouch. That lazy kitten...

Cedric ambled along the train. Whoo, all of the compartments were almost full of people and he couldn't find an empty one for himself. He was happy and contented these days. His vacation was quite fantastic and he really had fun traveling from places to places.

He continued walking with a smug smile in his face, he passed some compartments which was full of students, already. Thud. He needed to find a compartment for himself, sooon!

Well, his day wasn't over yet so he couldn't say that this was his bad day. Finally, he saw an empty compartment. Yay! He immediately opened the door and entered the compartment so quickly like some nosy paparazzi were chasing him.

Siiiighed. "Great!" Cedric exclaimed as he took a seat on the compartment, then he didn't noticed that a girl was with him.. oh bad.. gross... He glanced at the girl as he finally found out that he wasn't alone at the place and the girl was the one who threw an icecream on his so precious hair. Grrr.. Well, that was a week ago and he wasn't annoyed or vexed anymore.

"Hey you." muttered Cedric as he gazed at the girl in scrutiny.

With her eyes still closed, Annie heard the compartment door being opened. What...?? She was not annoyed though, at least her nauseas were not so present when people were, except if they were eating. So, she didn't bother looking at the person who entered, until that boy just greeted in a tone she just hated.

Grr...she knew that voice. It was the boy who wanted Annie to be his slave and pay him one thousand galleons just because she landed her ice cream spoon on his hair. Gotta blame her, she was quite in need of chocolate, that choco ice cream he was holding. Oh well...

Taking the damp cloth off her face, she sat up and looked back at the boy, same look and all, just cuter. "Hello...how's your hair, kiddo...??" She chuckled at the funny memory that came to her head.

My hair IS okay, you filthy hair wrecker!

That's what Ced wanted to say to her but he can't 'cause he's a gentleman, right? and gentlemen are not rude to girls. Right? right! Cedric gazed at the girl, he didn't know if he was glowering at her or not.

"My... Hair.. is... pretty.. fine.. Got it?" Cedric stated, emphasizing every word of his statement. He was flushing; his face was reddish 'cause the girl has brought back the embarrassing memory or experience he never wish to happened to him. He wished that the girl didn't noticed that his face was quite reddish.. and.. and.. He rarely knew what the girl's name and the girl should introduced herself to him so they wouldn't be strangers to each other forever.

"Calm yourself, cowboy...it wasn't so great of a deal. It was just a spoon, no ice cream on it, nothing...I couldn't stop, though...if your hair is so curly and tangling." Annie responded in such an innocent tone. So, this was how a boy reacted when messed up with something he was vain for, like Torin. Haha. Oh well, Annie seemed to know a bunch of boys with that little weird feeling to have a perfect hair.

She cleared her throat and then looked back at her forearm, which she continued immediately to massage. "I'm Anna Maria Robles, fourth year." She introduced after a few seconds of letting out breaths of relief. Finally her nauseas were leaving her.

"And you are?" Annie asked, raising her eyebrow and hoping the boy, with his red face of anger and all, would be a gentleman to respond to her.

Dylan was struggling. Artie was squirming all over the place. He tightened his grip on the crup. He carried his suitcase with him. He wasn't carrying a Hogwarts trunk anywhere. Especially when his Samsonite one was so much better. It had wheels and everything. Maybe he should've bought Artie a lead. Like the muggles do with their puppies. He would have to send for one. With a cute collar and everything.

He dragged the suitcase over to a compartment door. Oh man there was a girl in the way. "Um hey there. Do you mind moving? I need to put Artie down. He's getting a bit wriggly." He wanted to get into the compartment so he could put down the crup. "I'm Dylan by the way," he said, offering the empty suitcase hand.

Satine hugged her aunt Iridesca and then quickly scanned the windows of the train to see if she could spot anyone she knew. She always thought this was easier than walking aimlessly up the corridors looking for an empty compartment or her friends. She was so excited to get back to Hogwarts. She hated breaks because no matter how hard she tried, she always lost track of her friends.

As she scanned the windows, she thought about the conversation she'd had with her aunt at the World Cup and over her summer stay with Iridesca. They had talked about friends and growing up and, well, boys. Satine had decided that she was on a mission to meet more people and, maybe just maybe, a boyfriend this year. It had never been a priority to her before, but she was starting to feel like there was something wrong with her since everyone she knew had already had a boyfriend. She also was focused to have the most Ravenclaw points again after the fiasco last year. And most importantly to find some good friends in Ravenclaw. She would never replace Aaron or Iris or Fallon....o she wandered how Fallon was doing...the last she heard it sounded good, but she was going to miss her.

As she was thinking of her Slythie friends, she spotted Iris through the window. With one more wave at her aunt, Satine boarded the front of the train and headed towards where she had thought she'd seen Iris.

Finally she found Iris reading a book and already settled into a compartment. Satine quickly opened the door and put her trunk up beside Iris' and then nuzzled Luna through the bars of her cage. She gave Iris a quick hug and then she took a seat across from Iris figuring that when Aaron arrived, he'd want to plop down beside her. Satine placed her bag beside her in the seat.

"Hey there pretty girl!" she said with the hug and then continued as she sat down, "How was your break? I am so ready to be back here at Hogwarts. I hate being away from everyone...it's just too long and then I loose track of everyone and....yah...." she said as she reached into her purple bag and pulled out two bags.

"OOOOO...I got you something over the break. My aunt took me to America for a week after the World Cup. While there I was reintroduced to one of my favorite candies so I got you some..." she said handing Iris one of the bags. Satine loved getting things for others and hoped that Iris and Aaron would both like the jelly beans...they were her favorite.....

Emily got up from her compartmnent and walked towards the back oif the train, she thought maybe some of her friends would be there. Her kneazle bubbles followed clode behind her.

Iris looked up when someone came into the compartment and grinned brightly when she saw that it was Satine, "Hi to you too! Blonde. Really?" Iris hugged her back, grinned and looked at her. Satine looked much more grown up this year. Kinda like how she did ... "My holiday was pretty good, France was nice. Really boring, but nice. Some of my relatives are fruit loops though ... and my older cousin, Anastasie, did this to me - " Iris indicated to her make up, hair cut and the heels on the floor, " - I've gotten used to it though. And Aaron didn't seem to mind it when I bumped into him in Diagon Alley last week, so yeah ... It's alright, I guess." Iris nodded in agreement at what Satine was saying about the summer holiday being difficult to keep hold of your friends, though she thought that 6 weeks wasn't all that long.

She watched Satine take some thing out of her bag, "Nice bag" she commented. Iris listened to her talk. "Wow, that's so cool, going to America. Again." Iris grinned when Satine gave her one of the bags. "Ooooh! Candies. hehe. That sounds so strange. Thank you!" Iris took one out of the bag and tried it. "Hmm. Not bad. I like them, thank you!" Iris stood up (and nearly tripped up over her stray shoe) and gave Satine another hug.

Lorelai frowned and placed Verity down on the floor, beside her right foot. "Verry, come on then. Lets go find someone we know yeah? Adam or Goldie. Someone, anyways." She sighed and looked up the space between the compartments with another smile.

She wasn't going to spend ages looking for her friends. They had to find her. She was way more important. "No sign." She shrugged lightly, and then shifted her back from her shoulder to her elbow crease. Easier for her to access now.

She took a quick seat in the first free compartment and sighed a little bit. "Verry. UP!" She commanded the kitten softly.

Torin had finally decided to be in his own compartment to hide from Reese have some alone time. And really the way he figured it, it was a good thing seeing as he had Prefecting to do. But a bit of a break never hurt anyone and he was looking around to see if there were any troublemakers periodically. So he was still doing his job. hehe.

Though sitting alone in a compartment was sorta boring.

He was going to puke. Any minute.

Now. It might of seemed just that tiny bit weird that a fifteen year old had never been on a train before, but in Jorma's case, it was pretty serious. Grabbing on to the side of one of the compartments as the train lurched to the side, he closed his eyes and began to relax... Only to discover that he was leaning on the handle of the door. The floor came up to meet him pretty darn quick as the compartment door slid open and the space that Jorma HAD been leaning on was now an empty space. Great. Rubbing his nose and pushing himself to his knees, he looked up, and, to his horror, was faced with a rather amused looking...

Prefect.

He was lost in his own thoughts while looking out into the corridor, when suddenly this boy fell in through the door. And despite his best efforts, he had to let out a quick laugh before getting himself in check.

He was a Prefect. He couldn't be mean even though he hadn't even intended to be. No, he was going to be helpful, because this boy looked a bit sick. "You okay?" he asked as he headed over to the guy and offered him his hand to help him up. Maybe this boy wasn't so good with trains.

Lucia bid her family good bye with hugs and kisses on the cheeks. She had to do this five times. Not only did her grandmother and grandfather there to send her so was her great grandfather his wife and great granduncle.
After finishing her last hug good bye she boarded the train with her trunk and searched for a compartment to sit in When she spotted Iris and another girl.
"Hello Iris, is this seat taken?" She asked.

Hiiiiide meeee. He wanted to cover his flaring red face with his hands and go hide in a dark corner. Nonononono. This was NOT him. He was NOT clumsy. He did NOT fall through open doors. He did NOT let silly prefects laugh at him. "I... I'm fine." He stammered proudly out. Sure he wasn't and his nose still felt a bit sore, but LIKE he was going to let that on to some stranger. Attempting to pull himself up again and failing miserably as the train decided to make another movement, he grudgingly took the other boy's hand and pulled himself up.

"Sorry about that... I invaded." Uhhh... "YOUR PRIVACY... I invaded your privacy." Awkward, much. Taking the seat opposite his newest acquaintance, Jorma hurriedly gave his nose another rub, more jolting and sending more pain through it than anything else, but hey. Nothing could be done to make him feel better... Not whilst he was on this STUPIDSTUPID train.

Sherri swung her bag over her shoulder as she stepped onto the train, giving a nervous wave to her grandmother. Looking back, she saw many students talking, laughing to one each other as another year had begun. Sherri swallowed and began down the train, searching for a compartment. Without knowing anyone, she wasn't eager to sit with anyone. Perhaps, I should just ask someone? she thought, crossing her arms and gripping at her sleeves. The front portion of the train seemed logical as many students (as she saw) headed to the back of the train. Sherri saw fit to stay up there. Finally, she saw two students, one standing at the doorway as well.

Lightly, she tapped on her shoulder. "May I join you two?" she asked, nervously.

Iris looked to the door as a smaller figure came to it. She smiled when she reckognised it as Lucia, the little first year she'd met in Florians. "Hullo Lucia," Iris shrugged at the question, "It's not taken, is it? I wouldn't say it is." Iris looked at Lucia, and then to Satine, "Lucia, this is Satine; Satine, this is Lucia. There, intro's done." Iris smiled at Satine briefly, then looked out of the window again, looking for someone she knew; someone in particular.

It wasn't easy to click along the corrider, when there was carpet on, but with her Jimmy Choo heels on Brody Summers wandered along the train, looking for a compartment. As she glanced in one, she noticed someone very interested. "Lorri" She smiled, as she walked into the compartment, carrying her kitten in her arms.

Sitting down, she held her kitten in her lap, whilst placing her bag carefully on the seat beside her. "How are you Lori?" She smiled, whilst absently stroking Coco's back.