Shannon watched the girl as she flopped into her seat, she looked tired, but then again, it had been a long morning for most with getting up early and getting to the train station. Making sure you had everything, saying good byes and then being on such a crowded train; it could drain you of energy. Even Shannon felt slightly tired after the crazy morning he had.

"Nice to meet you Daisy." Shannon told her with a half smile. "I haven't left the compartment since I got here." Shannon said with a shrug of his shoulders. "Too captivated by the scenery out there to even think about leaving." He said nodding his head towards the window.

When Daisy pulled out a package of licorice Shannon remembered his bag of candy his sister gave him before he got onto the train. "I'll pass." He told her as he dug out the massive plastic bag full of assorted colors of sour gummy worms. "My sister made sure to pack me enough of these to get me through the next two weeks." He chuckled as he pulled the bag out and opened it. He pulled one of the candies out and stuck it in his mouth. After eating them so long with his sister, he didn't find them remotely sour anymore, but they still tasted good. "You want some?" He questioned, holding his bag out to Daisy. "There's more than enough to share." He told her as he reached in for another one.

Adam nodded his head, giving JB an appreciative scratch of the ears. He really was lucky that he had found such a well behaved dog. He had heard that puppies could be hard to train, but JB was proving that that stereotype could be wrong. "I suppose if they find out, I'll be living on my own. It just wouldn't be right to give him away." No...this dog had shown much more love to him in two weeks than his parents had his entire life. There was no way that he was abandoning the little guy. "An owl has never been an option though...I don't know if any muggles that own owls, so that would be kind of hard to explain if they found that in my room." Yeah...owls were definitely off the table. But really that was fine because Adam didn't really write with anyone anyway.

Adam nodded. "I know what you mean...I was really bummed when I had to leave that Professor. I just learned so much from him." Adam had no idea where the professor went, but he did wish there was a way he could find out where he was. The professor had kind of been a mentor to him. "Yeah...they're about the same. They might just have slight variations in the titles. For example Defense Against the Dark Arts was called Defense Training at my one school."

Out of her hair came a small brown lizard that crawled down her arm, circling around her elbow for a moment before stopping on her hand poised over the lickerish as if she'd been asking the lizard and not the boy across from her if he wanted some candy. He sniffed the lickerish, then shot his tongue out and snatched the gummy worm freshly plucked from the package out of the boy's hand. There was a slight 'gulp' noise as the lizard smacked it's lips. Slowly it started to turn gray then black, taking on the color of Daisy's school robes.

"Astrid! That wasn't for you!" Daisy chided the cameleon-newt. "Sorry, he has terrible table manners."

Ellie frowned, recalling their conversation from Florean's. "You think they'd kick you out just for owning a dog? What if they saw how responsible you were of him? How little of a nuisance he was, seeing as they hadn't noticed him before?" She, obviously, still wasn't accepting the fact that parents could be so horrible as to not allow their child to continue living with them. The questions she had wanted to ask that day came back. But this wasn't the time nor place for those either. "Oh, right. Because Muggles have a different post system." Yes, she knew that much. So an owl seemed out of the question. "Dogs are better anyway."

"You could write to him? I wrote to that Divination Professor..." For about a letter or two then...well, she couldn't recall, but it was either too painful to communicate with him, or she forgot. Or a combination of the two. And she simply nodded at the subject name changes. Defense Training made sense. It sounded loads less scary, too. It didn't make it sound like the Dark Arts were some threat, which Ellie strongly believed was untrue.

Adam gave Ellie a weak smile. He could understand coming from a home with parents that loved her that it was difficult for her to understand that Adam's parents really did not care about him. Any sense of maternal or paternal nature that was supposed to apparent in everyone had simply been forgotten in his parents...but that was okay. Adam was used to it and had accepted it. "Yeah, they would. They would see it as me breaking their rules, and people that don't follow their rules aren't meant to be in their lives." Yes, his parents dropped people that quickly and simply, and yes they would drop him the same way. That was why Adam was terrified of the day that he graduated from Hogwarts and would have to tell his parents the truth.

"I would like to get in contact with him," Adam said, shooting a look out the window. "I'd have to do some research to figure out where he is though. He took a leave of absence because his wife had just had a baby and he wanted to be with her. I left before he came back...I suppose he's still there..."

"Hi there" Wiliam smiled at the girl " My name is William Montcenaggioaka William Starr." he ontroduced himself to the girl. 'Are you ready for HogWarts?" William asked the girl.

" Hello, nice to meet you Trinity" William smiled and shook her hand." No problem, actually it is fun to get your supplies for school" William said to Trinity." You could have fooled me, I thought you were in a later year" William told Trinity. " I am in my second term at Hogwarts?" William explained to Trinity. "Do you like climbing trees?" William asked Trinity.

"No, you don't seem as if you did mean to." Althea agreed quietly, but still reserving judgement some, especially once the Slytherin part came out. Her expression did look a bit concerned at the headache though.

"I don't have anything with me right now, Mr. Katharos, but we'll be at Hogwarts soon. If you can't find the healer right away, come to me, I'll give you something for that headache." She tipped her head to one side, as if mentally measuring the boy.

"My name is Professor Schirmer, I'll be your new Charms professor. This is Professor Roslund, Astronomy. Perhaps you ought to sit down, get yourself a glass of water if you can find one." Okay, there really was a healthy dose of compassion in the professor's eyes, though she spoke matter-of-factly.

She turned her attention back to her colleague and the view of their approach to Hogsmeade.

Ah, sarcasm. Dallin smirked, wiggling his eyebrows at her comment before busying himself with trying to situate his things so that his trunk wouldn't flatten his owl cage if the train suddenly flipped out or something. When he was finished with that he stayed turned away from her, a grin playing at his lips when she asked that question.

"Well," he started, turning around and walking over to sit next to her. "Maybe I'd leave. I think I'd keep my stuff here though, because it's just too much to lug around." He looked over at his trunk almost thoughtfully. "But... it's probably more likely that I'd just stay here." Nod. "Maybe I'd, uh, try to change your mind." He looked at her, now, his eyes wide. Heh.

Terrible. That was absolutely terrible. And one day there would be a proper time and place where she could ask her burning questions. "I'm really sorry." Yeah, because, she was. Because that was TERRIBLE. Ellie didn't like his parents. And she hadn't even met them or anything. But willingly disowning your son is not something that's tolerable in her mind.

"You can try. And you can borrow Clio if you want. I'll take you up to the owlery one day and point her out for you. I don't use her much so you don't need to ask or anything if you ever want to borrow her." Truth. Clio would probably appreciate the task, actually. And Ellie knew how important teachers could be to someone. Merlin, she knew.

"Thanks," Adam said, shifting his eyes down slightly. He could tell that Ellie was wanting to ask him something, but she seemed to be holding back. He didn't want to pester her, but he was curious as to what exactly it was that she wanted to ask him this badly. It must be something important, or something personal that maybe Ellie didn't feel like was appropriate to ask someone whom she had only met for the first time a couple of weeks ago.

"That would be great," Adam said, giving Ellie a smile. "I would...uh...appreciate that." So now Adam was not only going to find out where the owlery was, but he was also going to have access to an owl he could use. Perhaps he could finally get in touch with that Professor. "So...are any of the professors you had last year still at Hogwarts? That article about Tate made it seem like a lot of the Professors left..."

Marie snuggled into Matty when he sat next to her. This was their last train ride back to school and she wanted to enjoy it. It most likely wouldn't be as enjoyable as the train ride home had started out... which ended up ending in disaster, but she was planning on this being a drama free train ride. She wasn't going to do anything to screw things up again.

"Yeah, I'm ready for the school year, I'm just not ready for it to be my last one." It was just going to seem so weird not coming back to school next year and... well, she still didn't even know what she wanted to do with her life. She was going to have to start giving some serious thought to what kind of career she wanted. Time was running out on her.

A weak smile was what he got for that.

It widened, though. "Of course."

Professors that are still at Hogwarts? Hmm... "Well, they hardly ever tell us when they're leaving, so I can't be sure. I know we'll definitely be getting a new Charms and Divination Professor," And... "Oh, and I think Tate said something about the Ministry teachers being replaced at the Feast end of last term," She couldn't be entirely sure, though, as she was trying to pre-occupy herself and hadn't listened too well. "So that would mean a new Transfiguration and Ancient Runes Professor." She didn't take the latter, though, so she didn't care about it.

"I think, though, that Hadley, the Arithmancy Professor will be back," Ellie hoped she would at least have been told otherwise. "And Max Vindictus," Former Pro-Quidditch Player, "Teaches Flying. I can't imagine him leaving." He gave her the badge, so he COULDN'T leave. She had to properly thank him for it. "And I do hope the Herbology Professor's back. She's pretty cool." Those were all the subjects she could speak for, though.

Adam gave Ellie a smile, listening as she discussed the various status of the Professors. He would definitely not be taking Ancient Runes if he could help it and Divination wasn't really his area of expertise either, but he would take it if he had to. "I hope that they don't have Lord Borr teaching it again since I would rather be learning actual magic than doing physical exercise," Adam said, letting out a sigh. Yes...he definitely did not want a professor like that teaching his favorite subject during the same year that he was going to take the O.W.L.s.

"I like Herbology," Adam said with a little smile. He had to admit that there was something soothing about being around plants...that was of course if the plants didn't bite you back. "All the Herbology professors I've had before have been a bit loony though...they seemed to be more interested in trying to interact with the plants than actually teaching about the plants." Yes...they had been a strange group of people.

Selina laughed at the older girl's apprehension. Was she seriously afraid of being judged by Selina? Did she really give off that vibe? Maybe she did, that was why the younger Gryffindor was always referred to as feisty, but that was the last thing she wanted this new person to think. So she smoothed out her crunched eyebrows and sat back a little in her seat to show how calm she was, "Pleasure to meet you Ms. India Johanson of the Outback. I like your accent, better twang to it than my boring, normal British one."

Then she raised her eyebrows at the question of which house she was in. Was it not painfully obvious from everything down to the demeanor that she was a Gryffindor, "I'm in Gryffindor. Which house are you hoping to be in?"

"Born in London, Raised in London." Eris answered with a bit of cheery pride at her common hometown. She did though, have a foreign air to her, so she couldn't blame people for asking, as her blue eyes were curiously mismatching to her other rather dark features.

"My dad is British, and my mum is from Romania." she added as a further explanation, instinctively running a hand through a a few locks of ebony hair that were caused by the latter.

Turning to Maddy, Eris gave a slight frown, "I don't know much about Slytherin...does one usually get sorted based on family?" she questioned with her already boyish voice lowering in slight worry.

Her father had been in Ravenclaw, and in due sense, mainly talked about that house. Of course the names of the others were mentioned, but never in depth. He wanted her to formulate her own opinions on the houses, but instead, it made her more curious as the student's discussed their favorite house.

"What house are you in, Will?"

Now this boy was someone Sierra should try and make friends with. She didn't have friends. Not really, but this was just too good of an opportunity to pass up. He was just so giving and so willing to just give her whatever she wanted. "Are you a Hufflepuff?" she asked, making the assumption due to his over-friendliness. She peered into his trunk and surveyed the items inside. "Hmm," she mumbled, still looking over the items, "I do, yes. Chocolate frogs." Her older sister used to give them to her when she was younger. It had been a while since she'd seen Anna, but seeing the candy now made Sierra think of her. She glanced up at the boy, whoever he was. They hadn't exactly exchanged names yet. "So you're...just going to give me some?" she asked.

Sierra raised her eyebrows in slight surprise. "Hmm. Pretty good charmwork for a first year," she commented. Or, that's what she assumed this girl was--a first year. Either that, or she was just a really short upperclassmen. "...and I don't exactly compliment people often. What house are you hoping for, hmm?" Slytherin could always use a few new high achievers.

Sierra shrugged. "It's alright," she mumbled. For now. If she did again, Sierra hoped she ended up a Hufflepuff. It would serve the Puffers right to wind up with a klutz. Hearing the comment about sending a bill to replace her shoes, Sierra made a slight turn toward the girl. Again, her eyebrows were raised. "I'm sure my shoes are just fine," she assured. She continued to survey the girl, trying to decide whether she was someone she could like or someone who was destined to five years of eye-rolls.

...but then the girl zoomed off and ran into a compartment. Sierra could see her through the window, crying like a four-year-old. Whatever. Who needed the kid around anyway? Sierra rolled her eyes then made her way down the corridor. Halfway through, she drew in a deep sigh and again rolled her eyes. This time, though, it was directed toward her and not the girl. She'd have to go back. What if the girl ended up in Slytherin, and Sierra had made herself an early enemy. *sigh*

She turned on her heels and headed back, trying not to make eye contact with a soul. Sliding open the door to the compartment, she looked at the girl and said, "It's really alright, you know..."

"Really now?" Okay, so maybe I wasn't fooled, but I could sure play along with it. "Where did you receive this 'training' from? It sounds purely fascinating. Heh."

And then she said she was joking. Sad face.

So during this time of talkingness I started looking around. Just Cinderella and I? In a closed apartment? By ourselves. The window just happened to be closed up to. Cough. She probably hadn't realized yet. I tried to convince myself that was a good thing. No awkward conversations that way.

"Uh huh..." I said somewhat distantly. "What? Oh. Right." I smile. "Sorry. I uh...I like your hair." SO LAME.

Lets change the subject.

"So yeah, what type?"

"If you count him as part of the Ministry, I think it's safe to say he isn't..." She shrugged. Then again, he was Minister and could do whatever he wanted, right? A corner of her mouth twitched up. Ellie had taken Adam's words into consideration, and was no longer sure if she would like Borr. Plus all the other reactions she's gotten from mentioning him. But she still thought it fair not to judge him until she met him.

Ellie laughed. "Bentley's not loony exactly..." Though she did have that thing for flesh-eating-trees or whatever they were. "She's pretty epic. We had an entire conversation about Quidditch." Which dubbed her awesome.

Harlow was upset with herself for crying. She didn't want anyone to think she was baby, but she couldn't help it. She just wasn't use to people not automatically being nice to her. Either because of her family's influence or just Harlow's sweet nature. People were always nice to her, but not at Hogwarts.

Legalos started up her purr machine. It always calmed HArlow when she was upset and she appreciated the gesture for her faithful cat. She rubbed her belly as she sat up on the seat. Harlow pulled out one of her handkerchiefs and cleaned up her face. No reason to look like something the cat drug in just because she was having a bad day.

She pulled out a chocolate frog and munched on it as Merlin stared up at her serenely. She tucked him into her purse and pulled out her journal to record her hellish day when the girl she had bumped into walked into the compartment. "You were really upset with me." she said quietly. She didn't want the girl to apologize if she didn't mean. She hadn't cried fishing for apologies. She had just been upset.

Stephen just laughed, knowing that if Kat just walked tot the compartment instead of clinging onto someone's back, it would've been very strange of her. Hopefully they'll keep in touch after this year i over. Kat sometimes made occasions more fun with her stupidity and whatnot. "Maybe because you neer actually plan something out. Plan something to a certain point, then you go with the flow," Stephen said, waving his wand around. He wasn't really casting any charms or spell, just playing with it.