Evanthe wasn't sure how long she had been asleep for, and she didn't care. What she did care about, however, was the fact that she had just been flung from her seat and was on the floor of her compartment in a heap. She rubbed the back of her head angrily, feeling tufts of her short green hair standing up. She got to her feet, and looked around blearily. The voice of the conductor sounded like thunder. Snatching her satchel sourly, she shuffled to the door, stumbling over the threshold on her way out. When she landed on the platform, she glared at the other students as if it was their fault.