Anya smiled. He was new! Fun! She was new last year. "You're going to love it." she insisted. Even if he didn't like it now. Nobody could hate Hogwarts. She popped a few gummy bears. "So what brings you to Hogwarts anyway? Did you move?" Or was he homeschooled? She heard that happened sometimes.

But he liked quidditch. That made him okay in her book. Not that she had anything against him. She usually was only bothered when people tried to steal her Alec away.

Aww. More potential new friends. Anya waved to the two other kids. "I'm Anya." she said introducing herself.

She giggled a little as Tag happily munched on his pizza. He was adorable. He was easily distracted. Err... easily pleased? Something. Easily something. When it came to food at least.

"That's okay Milton. We'll be your friends." And that would make everything better.

She had no idea that she was part of the reason that he was grumpy.

The girl's parents encouraged her to make more friends... Brilliant. She couldn't take a hint, could she? Milton wanted to be aloooooone. Ugh.

And she talked a lot. "Yes, I'm new," he muttered as she continued to ramble on. "And yes, I like quidditch." But he was quite certain that he would not love anything about this school. Milton slumped in his seat, folded his arms, and glared at the wall again.

Oh, and the girl brought greasy pizza. Ew. Gross.

But actually, the girl was right. The boy shouldn't assume that Milton didn't have any friends. Because he did. They just.. weren't there at the moment.

Milton was distracted by the first two little people that barged into his corridor that when another one showed up, he nearly jumped a foot in the air. Wait, another one?! No! And she was so happy! And did Milton mind if she came in? "Yes, actually, I do-" But of course, he was cut off. AGAIN. By ANOTHER squealing child.

MERLIN'S SOGGY SOCKS. They were in his compartment! This was the worst day of his life. And it had only just begun. When the small boy said hello, Milton GLARED that child down. He was angry. And if there weren't a million trunks in the way, he would've left, but he was now trapped.

AND WHY DID THEY TALK SO MUCH?

It took a moment to realized the blonde kid was talking to him. Where were his friends. "Not here, obviously!" Milton snapped at him. Because if they were HERE, this kids would NOT be HERE. HEEERE. HEAR, HEAR.