Dragging her giant leather luggage behind her with one hand and cradling her owl's shiny bronze cage in her opposite arm, Eliza shuffled her way to the luggage compartment until she came to an abrupt stop. She dropped her luggage and sat Luna's cage on the ground so that she could shake out her arms once more before lifting the heavy items again. She'd managed to eliminate some of her clothing during her packing process but it always seemed like her suitcase was ten times heavier than she remembered it being at the start of the year.

Once her arms felt rejuvenated enough to lift the items into the compartment, she proceeded to heave and push her luggage in and then turned to her owl. She knelt down to say a quick goodbye to her feathered friend, hoping she would have a good ride back. "All right Luna, you have a nice trip okay? I'll see you once we get there." She did feel badly for having to leave her there amongst all of the clutter, but she knew there would be other owls in cages near her soon so she wouldn't feel so alone. "Just hang in there and...you know, have fun. Socialize. Have a hoot," she joked with a smile to her spotted little owl. She carefully lifted her into the proper place in the compartment and waved one more time before turning to head towards the cars on the train.

Now where to sit? she thought as she walked slowly. Not the back. That's a one way ticket to Nausea Town. She figured she'd take a peek at the front cars, but end up in the middle as she had her previous times on the train. And hopefully nothing too scary happens on the way home! A safe, dependable trip home would be good for everyone. She was sure all of the students would be grateful for a stress free train ride. Here goes!

The first thing the slightly mud-splattered blonde did as she entered the train was run down the corridor to the trunk compartment. Her hair was still a mess, there was a splotch of mud on her tights but she could fix that soon enough. Taking her trunk she lugged it into the room, placing it into one of the racks before locking it in place.

That was her mistake on the way to school after all, she'd gotten stuck because of loose trunks. Evil things trunks. If they didn't want you to leave they would just leap off of the rack and sit on you instead. It was just in their nature.

"Now stay" she spoke to the trunk like it was capable of moving. Luckily it didn't talk back to her.

Still a bit shocked from the events of last night’s End of Term Feast, the incoming seventh year Slytherin walked down the corridor with his wand arm outstretched, levitating his black school trunk in front of him. Instead of concentrating on the task at hand, Mordred’s thoughts drifted to Sophie, the SlytherPuff win, Sophie, her kiss, her lips, her eyes, to Ethan, to his dog Apollo and then back to Sophie and her kiss. “What was that about?” the Slytherin kept on walking and directing his trunks to the end of the train. “Whatever it was...it was weird...and nice.” The young man grinned and lowered his wand as soon as he got inside the Luggage Compartment.

Questions came to mind such as, “Did she like my kiss?” Because Mordred was terrible when it came to hugs. He was hoping that his kiss wasn’t as stiff and lifeless as his hugs...because that would be pretty disastrous for a first kiss.

Mordred raised his wand to levitate his trunks higher and secured his belongings as soon as it was neatly stacked on the rack. “Hold on...first kiss?” the Slytherin stared on his trunks and pondered on his thoughts. He had to admit that he would love to share something wonderful with Sophie such as...well...a kiss, but they’re not a even a couple. The Slytherin blinked at this realization and sat on a random trunk placed on the floor.

“What did that kiss mean?” Mordred’s eyebrows furrowed and continued to ponder on it.

After having left her trunk in the luggage compartment, Gwen casually made her way along the train corridor. Hmm. She had to find a place where to sit... She didn’t get to take two more steps- that she realized something----

O________o

She had forgotten her cat in the luggage compartment.

Facepalm.

The sixth year turned around and hurried back, hoping that the black cat hadn’t decided to go for a walk. Hopefully Jinx was still there. Because Gwen was definitely NOT in the mood to spend half of the train ride searching for the cat. Ughhh. The sixth year headed to the luggage compartment with hasty steps, not minding to pay attention to the people she was passing by. As she finally arrived there, Gwen walked around, looking straight at the floor. Come on- where was Jinx? It was a moment later, than she bumped into someone. Ugh. Could this day get ANY better?

Pffft. People standing in her way.

Mumbling a ‘Sorry’, even though she was still thinking it wasn’t entirely her fault, Gwen went on to look for the cat.

She was going home! And she was going to miss the school. But also, she had plans, important ones this summer. Ones that had to with Blue and the business also with Lex. Cassia had lots to do with the Gryffindor especially considering stuff.

So when she got on the train she was wearing a bright expression. She even ignored her hooting, annoying owl. How awesome and extraordinary was that. The no-longer-a-third-year headed towards the luggage compartment with a skip to her walk. Once she got in she dumped her owl cage at the very back corner. Maybe it'd suffocate there? Since ignoring the bird at the owlery the entire year didn't work without feeding didn't work. Maybe this would? Wouldn't hurt to try.

Then very carefully she placed her trunk. Because this one had important stuff in it. Well, her stuff..her lady ones. She dumped the not-so-lady ones at the dormitory. The elves would get rid of them.

And now. Her tour around the train to say byes.

Asher had no idea that there was a compartment just for luggage. How niffy. He'd always just throw his trunk and stuff into the compartment that he was in. Could he leave his owl in here too? Avis hated being penned up. She had been hooting and throwing a fit all morning.

She was going in here or out the window.

He found a place to his stuff near the door. That way he could just grab them and go when the arrived at Kings Cross. He was about to leave when he seen a familiar blonde standing farther inside. Mika, from Honeydukes she was one of the only 'claws the guy knew.

As he went over to see her, he said "Hey there, Mika!" He was just a few feet it her when RIPPPPP He looked down, the whole side of his shirt had hooked around a trunk handle and ripped his shirt all the way up the side.

Well this was slightly embarrassing.

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Asher had no idea that there was a compartment just for luggage. How niffy. He'd always just throw his trunk and stuff into the compartment that he was in. Could he leave his owl in here too? Avis hated being penned up. She had been hooting and throwing a fit all morning.

She was going in here or out the window.

He found a place to his stuff near the door. That way he could just grab them and go when the arrived at Kings Cross. He was about to leave when he seen a familiar blonde standing farther inside. Mika, from Honeydukes she was one of the only 'claws the guy knew.

As he went over to see her, he said "Hey there, Mika!" He was just a few feet it her when RIPPPPP He looked down, the whole side of his shirt had hooked around a trunk handle and ripped his shirt all the way up the side.

Well this was slightly embarrassing.

Mika glanced up when someone walked into the room. At first yeah, she was a little nervous that they had heard her talking to her trunk but - pfft, luckily it seemed that nothing was going on. "Hey Asher" she smiled over to the older student and smiled over to him.

"Any cool plans for summer?" She asked before he ripped his shirt. She heard the noise before she saw what had happened.

Furrowing her brows she turned to find the noise and saw it. "Oh my gosh" she pointed "you um...want me to fix that for you?" She pointed at his shirt. She could fix that - then no one else would see the rip and they wouldn't ask. "Trunks are evil" she added with a slight snorting laugh.

Feeling a little cramped, Mordred shook his head hoping to shake off his confusion and got up from where he was sitting. He looked at his trunk once more, making sure that it was properly placed on the rack and turned around to get a compartment.

Hopefully an empty one to sort out his thoughts.

But then...somebody bumped him like...he wasn't there. The Slytherin narrowed his eyes and followed the young woman's direction with his cold stare. ''Excuse me?'' Not that he didn't hear her apologize, but it seems that she didn't mean it at all.

After all, she didn't just bumped him, but the young woman also stepped on his shoe.

And it was his favorite.

Ughh. Now she felt like an idiot for not paying attention to where she was going. Tsk. Tsk. Anyway- after she had mumbled a ‘sorry’, the Ravenclaw started looking around the compartment, hoping that she would be able to spot Jinx around.

The sixth year continued to search for the cat, though she got distracted as the other person said something. ‘What?’, Gwen said coldly. What did he want? She had apologized. Once. And she hated apologizing. So she wouldn’t be saying a ‘sorry’ for the second time. Besides- it wasn’t really her fault because he was STANDING there. In her way. Hmph.

Whatever.

Though as she eventually drew her attention to the other person- Gwen realized it was the Slytherin... Mordred, right?

No, no, no, noooooo. Well now this was kinda awkward. He simply smiled back to the younger Ravenclaw girl. Really? How does someone rip a shirt on a trunk? This is only the things that would happen to Asher, and in front of a pretty girl.

All he could do was just stare at his shirt at this point.

"Can you?" When he looked up at her he could feel his face turning red. Phew at least it didn't rip his shirt off of him. That would have been worse.

He nodded in agreement to her trunks are evil comment.

"Summer plans? Well Ummmm Get new clothes now apparently. You?" He chuckled. He really didn't have any besides Summer League Quidditch. In Ireland!

Well this one's got attitude, doesn't she? The Slytherin simply raised both of his brows in amusement, and wondered what house this person belonged to. Mordred immediately disagreed about her being a Slytherin because she lacked the grace of a snake. He was sure of that. "Probably a Ravenclaw." Oh, yes. Them Eagles.

*smirk*

Mordred crossed his arms and waited for the young lady to turn around and face him. He wasn't going to talk to her back, because one-- it was rude and two-- he'd look stupid. He already did look stupid earlier before she arrived and he won't let anyone see him look like a love-struck puppy. Ella may be an exception though because she plays the best friend role here.

Anyway.

As soon as the young man saw the person's face, his face softened a bit. It was Gwen, the girl who liked to draw. "Hey." Mordred unfolded his arms and placed his hands inside his pockets. "You left something important, I believe." he said and grinned at her.

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No, no, no, noooooo. Well now this was kinda awkward. He simply smiled back to the younger Ravenclaw girl. Really? How does someone rip a shirt on a trunk? This is only the things that would happen to Asher, and in front of a pretty girl.

All he could do was just stare at his shirt at this point.

"Can you?" When he looked up at her he could feel his face turning red. Phew at least it didn't rip his shirt off of him. That would have been worse.

He nodded in agreement to her trunks are evil comment.

"Summer plans? Well Ummmm Get new clothes now apparently. You?" He chuckled. He really didn't have any besides Summer League Quidditch. In Ireland!

Mika just nodded excitedly when Asher asked if she could fix his shirt. Yeah of course she could - she was a claw after all. The moment she noticed his face turning red she just glanced down at the floor and tried not to giggle.

What?

It was cute to see a guy blush - maybe that was because she mainly hung out with her tutu-wearing puff. Taking her wand she bit her lip as she thought how to direct it. She wasn't the best with latin really, but she hoped she'd gotten the word right.

"Vestis Repairo" she bit her lip afterwards as she watched the strings of Asher's shirt stitch themselves back together. "ITWORKED!" She gasped "I've never done that version of it before...but its so cool!" She smiled up at Asher.

"Me...well I don't have many plans and all...mostly going to spend time in Diagon Alley and around Ambleside - my parents just moved to the UK" she smiled brightly. Which was great - really now she didn't have to take a plane ride from Melbourne anymore. "I do really want to get together with a group of people...maybe Ella and Alec and get supplies - but mainly ice-cream. Because obviously that should be on the supply list." she beamed at the thought - of course she was being a dork...but when was she not? And pfft ice-cream with friends was going to be super fun!

Gwen continued to look around for the black cat, but she got distracted when she heard the Slytherin say something. Left something important?

OBVIOUSLY.

‘No, I came here to stare at the pretty floor’, Gwendolyn said sarcastically. ‘Of course I left something important’. Eye roll. Why else would she have been back there? But anyway- since Mordred had been around the luggage compartment in the past minutes, maybe he might have seen Jinx and would help?

Gwen doubted that.

Not after she had been that rude. Erm. It wasn’t even worth to try and ask for help. Besides, it was not the best thing to admit that she had forgotten her cat. What kind of an owner would forget their pets? Well… Gwen, apparently. But that’s not the point.

And here he was...trying to be friendly...which was pretty rare for the Slytherin...and what did he get in return? An eyeroll. If she was going to be rude..."Fine by me." Mordred smirked. "This should be fun."

"First of all, hello to you too. Second, I wasn't asking if you lost something. It was a statement." Mordred then looked at the floor. "Whether or not you are sarcastic about the floor...you have poor taste my fellow student." he thought as he looked up and smirked at her big time.

He didn't have to be a smartypants like Gwen to figure out that she lost something. Mordred would love to search every nook and cranny of this compartment for her lost item, but since she was being too touchy he'd definitely play along-- the Slytherin way. "Have you looked here?" Mordred gestured towards a pile of trunks and kicked it with his leg, causing the topmost trunk to fall.

Smirkity smirk smirk...hopefully her lost thing wasn't anywhere in between those trunks.

"Oops."