While carrying his luggage the muggle way because he still didn't trust his own magical abilities....even after six years *sigh*, Daichi passed the train outside. He knew the Prefect's compartment was at the front of the train and that was where he was headed to right now.

Unless something happened and he had to stop and help of course. Mweh, he still felt weird being a Prefect...

Reaching the front of the train, the Slytherin quickly got on board and turned left. He dragged his luggage through the corridors and when he got to his destination he dropped them down and took a deep breath. Funnily enough his arms weren't the ones that were killing him but his relatively long legs were. He opened the door and stepped inside.

At first the Snake was surprised that he was the first one here but then he shrugged his shoulders as he thought he could probably shut his eyes for a moment. So without putting away his luggage in a safe place, he dropped down on the train's couch and with his arms behind his neck and his long legs awkwardly touching the wall at the window he tried to catch some shut eye before he would start patrolling.