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Magical Soul 
Her two cats were both happily scooped up in her arms as Louisa followed Vickers from where the luggage was mounted onto the train to the corridor inside and then into the free compartment he found. She didn't say a word, the view of the castle growing away was still stuck in her head and the realization that she was never going to see that again started to just sink in. Along with other unidentified feelings, Louisa had nothing really to say or think about but King's Cross and Vashti.
Once inside the compartment she let go of her cats and threw her shoulder bag on one of the seats before plopping down on it and leaned her head against the window, she stretched both of her legs out and crossed them at the ankles, and with crossed arms she was ready to take a nap. Fake nap. Just in case Vickers wanted to say something other than him and Vivi deciding their friendship and Vickers' relationship status on their own. What was the point of telling her about all this now anyways? It was over. Vivi said at the feast they'd made up so it is over.
She closed her eyes and willed herself to go to sleep.
The cockatoo was eying him, watching ever so carefully if he would unlock the cage, but as Louisa entered and threw her bag onto the seat the demon bird squawked in alarm, her feathers ruffling and spreading all the way from the top of her full crown to the tips of her wings.
”Shhh Dolly....” he cooed at the bird, hoping, pleading, that it wont make a fuss today. The cockatoo squawked again before tucking her feathers back into herself and eyed the felines. Oh heck no. Keep that cage door closed sir.
Vickers turned around just in time to see Louisa close her eyes. His shoulders drooped-- she’s just gonna sleep through the entire trip and leave him to wallow in misery? He shifted uneasily on his feet, wanting to take a seat next to her but remembered how repulsed she was of him at the boats, so he took the seat on the opposite side of the compartment, next to the window directly across from her.
Several minutes of tense-filled silence went by between them, him watching the train roll out of Hogsmeade as the Scottish countryside started to pick up speed, the last time he was ever going to see any of these again, at least for a while. Finally he shifted his eyes to the ginger gal, still stoic and unmoving.
”Louisa...” he murmured, drawing the last syllable out for a bit. She has barely spoken about anything he’s said other than to tell him to keep quiet.
”Don’t you have anything to say to me?... About any of this?”