No, no, no.

Wylie was NOT going to be sitting in the front of the train. And he was definitely NOT going to be sitting in the back of the train. No, he was going to find a nice, very empty and even very-er clean compartment, right in the middle. Every knew that the dirty people sat in the back of the train, because they were dirty and had to stay as far away from people as possible. And the front? Well, he wasn't quite sure why he wasn't sitting up there.

Not that it mattered anyway, because his mind was already made up and he was already making his way towards the middle. Wylie was taking his time, careful not to accidentally bump into anyone.. but the same couldn't be said about the luggage he was dragging behind him.

They were headed towards a magical school. The toes that were run over by the trunk could be magically fixed once they got there.

Too bad there wasn't enough magic anywhere to fix Lance. Why was he just standing there? Why was he just staring at the girl? Why was that girl's face so red!? "If I stare at her, too, do you think her face will turn a different color?"