The red-head was blabbing something but he couldn't listen to her over the music even though he tried to read her lips. But good thing that she cleared the way for him without being fussy. Girls aren't this nice, generally. Since she was good to him, he lowered the volume just in time to hear her tell her name. "Rley? Is that you're name?" How absurd and he thought his name was unusual. "Why did your parents name you Rley when they could have named you Marley, Harley, Carly...?" He asked, completely oblivious to the fact that he failed to hear her complete name and that he was now making a fool of himself.

Fooood. Evangeline was hungry, and she'd heard about a food trolley, and was now in search of it. Because she wanted food. Brushing a hand through her today curly hair, she caught sight the food trolley. Food. She walked up towards it, contemplating what she wanted.

Harley was oblivious to the fact that the boy couldn't hear what she was saying and to the fact that he probably didn't care what she was saying. He'd only asked her to move out the way. She shrugged continuing to look him up and down waiting for a reply. And the reply that did come, not exactly the reply she was looking for. She blinked and shook her head. "Um. No. My names Harley. Y'know with a H." she thought about spelling it out for the boy but then he might think she thought he was stupid, So she decided against it. She blinked at his next statement aswell. "...What are you going on about ?"

Aimée wandered towards the front of the train and stopped as she neared the food trolley. Maybe she'd get something to eat? She hadn't brought any food on board with her, and she was starting to feel hungry - half a piece of toast did not really count a breakfast, either. Studying the food on offer, she settled on picking up a couple of Chocolate Frogs and a box of Berty Botts Every Flavour Beans, and then dug in the pocket of her jeans for her money.

As expected, the box of chocolates Dal had bought in Diagon Alley was already halfway gone. It was almost embarrassing; he ate chocolate like a girl. Now, he was going to get more. He needed a stash to last him until the trip to... Hogsmeade, was it? Eh.

His hands were shoved into his pocket as he got into the line for the food trolley. He felt the few coins that were in them, hoping they'd be enough to get him chocolate and some Bertie Botts. He looked up at the person in line in front of him, and saw something familiar about the blond hair.

"Amy?" he asked, leaning a bit to look at her. He hoped he'd got her name right... because that would be embarrassing if he hadn't. Although he had only met her once, so it was understandable anyway.

As always, Melanie had gotten up early for the car ride to King's Cross with her aunt. And, as always, she was exhausted. Melanie didn't want to fall asleep on her last train ride to Hogwarts, though, so, naturally, she decided to make a visit to the food trolley. Some change jingled lightly in her pocket as she approached the line of students waiting to make their purchases. Humming to herself, Melanie tried peek over the shoulder of the girl in front of her, but failed.

Meh. Stupid height.

"There's lots of sugary stuff up there, right?" ...Yes, sugar, because it would probably help her stay awake best.

Under a pile of chocolate frogs there seemed to be a few copies of The Quibbler stacked up. Only 12 Sickles!

Kurumi made her way towards the food trolley not really wanting to buy anything in particular - especially not a chocolate frog. She did, however, fancy a licorice wand and picked up one of those when she noticed something.

"The Quibbler," she read aloud before flipping through a few pages. She wouldn't mind something to read. Her eyes skimmed a few of the articles until they fell on the words Statue of Wizarding Secrecy and she froze. Where had she seen that before. "Destroy the Statue...Save a Muggle..." she whispered from memory. Her eyes grew wide. She needed to get back to her compartment where Adam was waiting. Now she had even more research to attend to. But first, she had to wait and pay for her things. Grooooooooooooaaaaaaaan.

Hearing a very British voice behind her, Evangeline turned around to look at her. "Yes actually, there's plenty." She said, in her oh-so un-British accent. "It's hard to say, but I'm impressed. There's a rather large variety." She said to the girl, glancing at a pile of magazines titled 'The Quibbler'. She'd never seen that in America, so she picked it up and scanned her eyes over the atricle titles. Even at a first glance it appeared strange. "What is this?" She asked, glancing back at the girl behind her.

Handing over the few sickles, and receiving her change, Aimée went to shove it in her pocket, thanked the woman, and as she began to turn around, she heard someone say her name. Well, they said the correct name, although they pronounced it wrong. She smiled to herself, because she didn't in all honesty expect the familiar America boy to pronounce it the French way.

"Dallin?" she said, using the moment she was turning completely around to think of his name. That was his name, wasn't it? I wasn't like, Warren... was it? She sure hoped not, that would be embarasing.

Dal smiled; she remembered his name. Awesome. "Yep, that's me," he said cheerfully. Realizing it was his turn at the food trolly, he held up a finger in a 'wait just a second' gesture as he bought some candy, then turned back to Aimée.

"How've you been?" he asked, opening one of the Bertie Bott's boxes that he had bought. He put a bean in his mouth, making a face when he tasted it. What was with him and all the milk-flavored grossness lately?

She'd hoped she'd say something like that. "Awesome." Melanie replied cheerfully, a smile twitching at her lips as she recognized the familiar accent. She stepped forward to stand next to the girl and get a good look at her candy options. Chocolate Frogs, Bertie Bott's Beans, Licorice Wands...

Quibbler?

"Oh, that's a magazine." she informed her matter-oh-factually, ever the helpful one. "I've never actually read it..." Melanie trailed off as she scanned over it, an eyebrow going up slightly. Cruppy cruelty? Inexperience of the Minister? Alzheimer's?! "Looks interesting, though." She frowned thoughtfully and, after a moment of consideration, grabbed a copy of her own from the stack.

Aimée grinned when she realised that she'd got his name right - it seemed on her first day her memory wasn't failing her! Yet. She wouldn't tempt fate. She waited patiently as he held up his finger and bought his goods from the the woman at the trolley, and then smiled when he turned back to her.

"I 'ave been... alright," she said with a little shrug. "Brothers are annoying.. I am glad to be going to 'Ogwarts. 'Ow 'ave you been?" She giggled a little at his face when he ate the bean. "What flavour was zat?" she asked, stifling her giggle.

She turned back to all the sweets, grabbing various types of candy. "Ah, I see." Evangeline said, placing the strange looking magazine back down. Weird. Yet another thing to make her feel like the British were very strange. "So, what year are you in?" She asked, because the girl seemed around Evangeline's age.

"It's Evangeline Benford, by the way." She introduced.

Dal gave her a sympathetic smile - he knew all about annoying siblings. "About the same, I think." he replied with a nod. "Annoying sisters, though." At least there were only two of them, now. It was absolute torture when all four of his sisters lived at home. "But I'm psyched for Hogwarts." And that was an understatement.

He glanced sideways at her when she giggled at him. He pushed back a smile; hey, her giggle was cute. "Milk," he said, glaring down at the box of jelly beans. He dug out a green bean, and tasted it. There; watermelon. "Oh, do you want one?" he asked sheepishly, tipping the box toward Aimée. It was polite to ask, right?

Yes, it was a bit odd, the purple part. But after last term, he ought to finally embrace the fact that he truly liked the color. There was no way of not accepting it. Though, he could've said just blue. But the truth was he actually preferred the purple stripe on his purple/blue scarf. His most favorite scarf ever.

"Yes, they're nice colors indeed, I do prefer the purple myself," but no lilac, eh? He was no Gilderoy. He'd never wear one of those lilac cloaks like the one Emalyn had back in Diagon Alley. No.

And he'd been like a gentleman when he allowed Vashti to come out of the compartment first, but no idea as to why he was arriving first at the trolley, ha.

He'd already taken one pack of droobles (the knarl successfully asleep on a pocket) when he noticed something...

...Huh?

"The Quibbler? What's this doing here?" in all his years, roughly three, he's never seen The Quibbler on the food trolley. It was a rather odd sight.

He took one, nonetheless, and eyed it curiously.

"At least 'Ogwarts means getting away from zem. Zey 'ave gone to Muggle school today - I zink my father will enjoy ze peace," she murmured. Ah, someone who understood the tortures of siblings was someone she could definitely get along with. "I know, eet should be good. I 'ope!" she laughed.

Why was he smiling at her? She blushed a little, and stifled another giggle. Milk? "I don't like milk either," she said, pulling a disgusted face, and then quickly rectifying it. "I'm fine, zank you," she said, holding upher own pack. That the fact she didn't like eat in front of people - excuse her weirdness.

And he prefered purple to blue? Vashti decided she liked Treyen - not that she hadn't before, but she liked him even more now. How could you not like a boy who was able to admit that he liked a "girly" color like purple? He was offically cool in Vashti's book.

It didn't seem to take long at all to get to the food trolley, and somehow Treyen beat her there even though he'd let her out first. And Vashti thought she liked candy a lot. Heh.

She wasn't sure what kind of candy she would get though. Perhaps just a Chocolate Frog? Or maybe...

Hey, what was that girl over there looking at?

Vashti heard the girl - whom she recognized from one of the Flying lessons from the previous term but whose name she couldn't remember at this moment - and Treyen say the name of some magzine they'd just picked up.

"Quibbler?" she repeated, glancing over the girl's shoulder before grabbing one from the pile herself. "Never seen it before. Is there something wrong with it?" This was directed at the girl who didn't appear to be enjoying what she was reading.

Kurumi looked up from her reading to see the girl who had helped her stay on her broom during that rather chaotic ancient Quidditch lesson. "Oh...um...well..." she stumbled trying to sort out her thoughts. "Just some of thing things written here new and a bit alarming..." She looked up at Vashti. She was in Ravenclaw, so that meant she was really smart right? If nothing else, she probably knew a whole lot more about the wizarding world. Kurumi had never come across this statue in her reading about Hogwarts. "Do...do you know what this is?" she asked pointing to the text about the statue.

Simon walked down the hallway. He was in the mood of some Chocolate Frogs. As he grabbed one something caught his attention. What was that? The Quibbler? What? He's never heard of such thing back in the States. Maybe someone knew. Hey there's Kurumi...


He heard a whisper he didn't quite catch. Wait, what?! Destroy a muggle. WHAT? He probably heard wrong so he decided to ask before freaking out. "Kurumi? What's this all about?" maybe she knew. She was the one who whispered that after all.

He thought Vashti was going for chocolate frogs, but there was no need to buy them if she wanted them, he had a couple of those in the compartment. Surely he could spare one, right?

Treyen was NOT sharing the cupcakes, though. And he has more cupcakes than chocolate frogs.

"What do you mean? You've never seen The Quibbler before?" he asked, slightly confused. Was she a Muggleborn, then?

But in all the confusion he failed to notice the precious little Gryffindor Vashti was asking the question to. Kurumi. "Kurumi! I haven't tried the cupcakes yet, by the way, but as soon as I do I'll let you know," yes, the first thing that came to mind when he saw her were the cupcakes. Awesome, no?

Alarming? What was alarming about the article about Nargles again? Nargles didn't exist. He was about to point that out when he noticed the page she was referring to. "The Statute of Wizarding Secrecy, it...," it's complicated, "...allows Muggles to not find out about us," at all costs. Shudder.

But, yes, that was the main thing.

Kurumi jumped back so far that she nearly went crashing into the trolley - that would have been a disaster. Candy rolling all over the floor...not to mention all the chocolate frogs that may have escaped and then melted into tiny puddles of chocolate goo. "S-S-S-Simon," she gasped catching her breath. "S-S-S-Sorry, you startled me." She saw Simon pointing to the Quibbler in her hand. "Oh, this? Well, um, this is a wizarding paper," she explained rather lamely. Simon probably already knew that much.


Kurumi titled her head to the side. "Allows non-magical people to not find out about us?" Kurumi asked raising an eyebrow. She wasn't sure that allow was the right word. She quickly scanned the bottom part of that article mentioning the statue. "It doesn't seem like such a good statue after reading this." She had completely ignored his cupcake comment. Her overly curious brain was stuck within the pages of this mysterious paper.

He chuckled. Her brothers sounded like trouble makers, to Dallin. "So they're younger than you?" he assumed. She had probably already told him the answer, but they hadn't talked for a while, so he thought it was reasonable that he'd forget.

"You don't?" he laughed, surprised. She was the only other person he knew that didn't like milk. Most people - including his family - thought he was crazy because he didn't like it. He nodded when she showed him her own Bertie Botts, and lowered his own, setting them in his bag. "So," he said slowly, not really knowing what to say, "Do you think it's as crazy as I do to be on the way to Hogwarts?"

Looking up from the magazine, Vashti shook her head. "Well no, not exactly," she replied. "I've heard of it, of course, but I haven't actually seen or read any Quibbler edition before. Especially not here at the food trolley." 'Cause, well, generally the food trolly was only for food, candy-type food specifically. They didn't sell Daily Prophets here, did they?

New and a bit alarming? Where had she heard that before? Had she never seen a Quibbler before either? And were the articles in it really that bad? Vashti looked at the word, or rather, group of words, she was pointing at and was about to answer when Treyen cut in.

Kurumi! That was the girl's name! That's right, Vashti remembered it quite clearly now. Wait, he had cupcakes? He wanted to go to the trolley when he had cupcakes?

But she tried not to think about the food right now. There were more interesting things to talk about for the moment.

"i'm not sure 'allows' is the right word," she said thoughtfully. "More like 'makes sure they don't find about us and magic.'" Kurumi didn't think it was a good statue? "Why not? I mean, it was passed to stop all the witch-burnings and things like that where the Muggles were mistreating witches and wizards. And I think it also helps stop prejudiced witches and wizards from constantly and publicly torturing Muggles because they don't want to go to Azkaban for breaking the Statute." Unless they were, like, really insane. Then those prejudiced ones probably didn't care whether they got sent to Azkaban.

"Well, it allows US...," er, allows who? Hold on that thought. "...it allows other people to find ways to make Muggles not know about us, yes, that's more like it," and then he eyed the article for real and frowned. Yeah, this magazine was not for Kurumi, really.

She should read Witch-Weekly.

"Er, it has been awful--sometimes--the measures the Wizarding Community has taken in order to maintain the Secrecy," so, really, this was nothing, nothing at all.

He eyed Vashti, surely she'd have a better way with words. He could only do smiles.

True. "I know, that's the weird part, right? They've never been at the trolley before," surely a Seventh Year could come and clarify it?

Pffft. No need.

But he'd been right about one thing. Vashti did have a way with words. She managed to explain to Kurumi much better than he had. And now he actually wished he'd never mentioned the cupcakes to Kurumi, because Vashti was not the one meant to have one of those.

Jake was.