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PhoenixRising After awhile, Skylar had begun to feel restless in the Prefect's compartment. For one, she'd learned who the Gryffindor Captain was and wasn't exactly feeling sharing a compartment with the younger girl again. Even if she hadn't intended to do so back in June on the ride to King's Cross, if she had a choice, yea no thank you. It was bad enough that they were going to be seeing each other often on the pitch.
She was still a bag of emotions over her OWL results; positive ones, mostly, because well, she'd passed all twelve. Not just passed though - flying colours! Except for Herbology, but honestly, Skylar was okay with that one.
Anyway, brooms in hand (because she wasn't leaving her new Bluebottle unattended and the she wasn't sure leaving her old broom was wise either), the Slytherin made her way down the corridor, peering into various compartments for a friendly face. She beamed when she saw her ickle first year - who was a second now?!? They grow up so fast, but that wasn't who she was looking for. No, she was looking for her first friend. Her sister, really. And when she saw her in the compartment across the way, she poked her head in on Patrick for a brief moment, "Hey Patrick, I'll be a couple compartments down if you want to join." Because she wanted to talk to him, but sister first?
Not even knocking, the sixth year slid open Hattie's compartment, and onto the seat across from her, her brooms occupying the space next to her. "You win anything cool this year?" No greeting, because it wasn't necessary with the Hufflepuff. Ever.
Patrick looked over his shoulder as he heard a familiar voice. It was Skylar, a familiar face. He was happy to see her looking significantly less stressed as when they left Hogwarts at the end of the term.
“Hey Skylar. Yeah gotta run to the back real quick. I’ll see you later?” he hoped she wouldn’t be offended.
He was really hoping he could find where his brothers left his stuff. They had dropped him off and thought it was funny to hide his stuff like he was still a little kiddie and they could treat him like mean older brothers. They were rambunctious and his mother would have them pulled away by their ears. He heard them mumble that his oldest brother had done the same thing to them... sure he did. He continued to move toward the back checking compartments for his stuff.