Sarah entered the front of the train. She was getting restless of being in one spot. Her chestnut braid hung on her shoulder, and she had the urge to flick it back, yet her one hand were fill with her bag that contained her books and the other her owl cage. Oh man.. she will just have to grin and bear it. Her intelligent brown eyes surveryed the compartment. There, by the window was a perfect seat, with a gorgoues view of the passing landscape. She sat down and pretended to look busy.