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Whoa. One year was over, and Dal was on his way home. He could hardly believe it, really. Hogwarts had been so different for him in just the one year he was there. Of course he couldn't wait to go home, but for once he was excited to go back to school.
He wandered to the back of the train, looking in a compartment every once and a while. He thought about finding one for himself, but decided that he wanted company. Whenever he was alone, he thought about what had been going on with Satine at the end of term feast... and he just got confused and stuff. So he wanted to talk to somebody.
He picked a random compartment and decided to look in it. He poked his head in, and grinned at who he saw. "Need some help with that?" He asked Aimée, motioning to her luggage. He drug his own trunk and owl cage into the compartment without asking if she minded.
Okay, she could so do this. She hadn't gained anything extra. Except for maybe a few bits from Hogsmead. Make that a
lot from Hogsmead. Or maybe she'd just lost all of her muscle tone or something. She didn't have any muscle in the first, but that wasn't the point. Shaking her head, she cleared her thoughts and got back to the 'task' at hand.
Grabbing onto the trunk with one hand, Aimée started a little when she heard a voice behind her. Turning, a smile was already lighting up her face; she knew that voice, the American lilt clear.
"Dallin," she couldn't help but say, pausing for a second before registering what he'd said.
"I am fine," Aimée replied, shaking her head and turning away.
Tugging a few more times on the trunk, she sighed and gave it up as a lost cause. That and the fact that she didn't want to embarrass herself anymore than she already hald done by not being able to lift it in the first place.
"On second zoughts... please?" she said, forcing a weak smile onto her face. Oh dear.