Chewing the last remnants of his licorice wand, Milton swaggered into the Prefect's compartment for the first time. There was some sort of a squeal that he assumed came from that ginger puff, but he just ignored it. Weirdo. He took a moment to glance around and paused when he saw an older attractive ginger woman and some other lady. Who were they...?

Milton then realized that he didn't care and that he would probably find out later, so he walked past them to plop himself down onto the bench by the window. Take her away, train conductorrrr...