Sutton stared at the notes she had taken down about the Hogwarts Express thus far and considered the professor's question, trying to think of any possible reason why the train had stopped... something different than what all of the other students had said. Just because the majority came up with one solution didn't necessarily mean it was correct. For once, Sutton thought that perhaps not having much knowledge of magic would be helpful because she was beginning to wonder if magic sometimes became an easy answer.
He had said that everything in the train had stopped working... it literally broke down, just like a Muggle train would do, and it had broken down to the point that even using a Muggle fuel source wouldn't have made the train move, so it simply had to be more than just that the spells had been taken off of it. There was something more to it...
More needing to think aloud than answer the question, she raised her hand to speak. "Professor, I think my classmates here have made some really great suggestions, but I don't know... I just... I agree with the Slytherin prefect, I guess. I feel like there's something more to it, something more than just a spell someone cast on it to make it stop working. First of all, it didn't just stop like it did the time with the dementors... because other fuel sources wouldn't power it, like you said, so for all intents and purposes it was broken or completely locked up somehow.
Also, I mean, what was the point? To cast a spell to lock up the train, which is surely embedded with incredibly powerful magic, would have taken a lot of skill, planning, time, and power, and for what purpose? The train itself stopping didn't cause any harm, and there were other ways to get the students here, and someone with that much knowledge and talent would have realized that. Yes, some students got hurt taking the portkeys and such, but they couldn't have foreseen that or planned it. So, crashing it wasn't the intent like the second time.
What other reason could there have been to stop the train?
I don't know, I mean... I just... feel like trying to understand the what isn't as important in this case... or really in the study of history as the why is because the why brings Truth, and to me... that is what history should do.."
Sutton looked around at everyone with wide eyes, and her heart pounded in her chest as she swallowed a hard lump that had suddenly appeared in her throat. Perfect time to go off on a rant, Sutton...
Looking back down at the desk, tears threatened at the corners of her eyes from her embarrassment of talking so much about things she didn't really understand. "Sorry, Professor..." she quietly mumbled, staring at her desk.
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