Just like her previous train rides, Beezus has once again occupied a compartment all to herself. Was she just lucky or what? Perhaps her fellow Hogwartians were smart enough to understand that she didn't need any company whenever the Hogwarts Express hits the rails. That was a comforting thought. She really didn't another living soul, except her cat, to see how devastated she was at the moment.

"I can't believe I let that jerk get to me Davinci." the Ravenclaw said, rubbing an ear of her Siberian cat that was purring quietly on her lap. She sighed frustratedly and looked up at the ceiling, indicators that she had been just crying -- a puffy, red face, swollen eyes -- were etched on her young face.