Originally Posted by hermygirl

"'Scuse me, 'scuse me," came a rough accent, as Sam tried to make her way down the corridor. What was the hold up? The boy-ish looking firstie with roughly cut, short mouse-brown hair and a ruddy complexion just wanted to find somewhere to sit! She was used to the bustling streets of Diagon Alley, and the lesser so ones of Knockturn Alley, but this was something else.

...but then she saw it. The food trolley.

She couldn't help but stand there and stare. All those sweets piled up, just like in Sugerplum's window...except here, on the train to Hogwarts. It was like being in a dream. Here she was, standing in the first ever clothes she could ever remember being brand new, a wand in her robe pocket, and there was a trolley full of candy in front of her.

The few sickles she had left from her school shopping suddenly weighed heavily in her pocket.

So. Unbelievably. Tempting.