Elliot yanked her trunk along behind her...her lacy bag slung over her shoulder...she had lost Ezzi in the crowd, but that was okay. She would try to find him later for sure. For now, though, she wanted some peace and quiet. The platform had been...SO loud.

She found an empty compartment, which seemed like such an impossible task...and practically throw her stuff in there...she sighed as she plopped down. She searched her bag for a book...and pulled it out. Soon enough, she was buried in it, her nose barely inches from the book.

A true Ravenclaw indeed...