Elise was sleeping rather comfortably, head rested against the window as she dozed. She did every term. Travelling somehow just made her a little drowsy. So she slept through the whole flickering lights episode, and didn't quite notice the train losing speed. Nope. She just slept on.

But when the train shuddered to a stop, Elise's eyes flew open as she was hurled across the compartment, landing on her left arm onto the seat opposite her. Hearing a sickening crack, she pretended it wasn't her as she watched the very pink person come in and order everyone to sit down.

Nodding, she tried to push herself up before wincing. "Ow!" she groaned, pushing off with her other hand. Once seated, she tried straightening her arm. Wincing in pain, she decided she'd better get a seventh year to Episkey her or maybe even just wait for Healer Tillstorm.

Another voice. Oh, gr- Department Head of Magical Transportation? So they were getting out of there? Brilliant! Awesome! Whatever word you can find for it. Oh, wait. Rewind and repeat?

Portkey.

Oh, no. No. No. No. She hated portkeys. Especially after History of Magic last term. The landings were horrible. But she didn't seem to have any other options, she mused as she shuffled closer to the Department Head guy.

Wincing, she reached out for the guitar neck just in time for the object to turn blue. Feeling the familiar yank behind her navel and the nausea, Elise closed her eyes. This was probably going to hurt.

Then, she disappeared along with everyone else. Poof.