A train. It was supposed to be a train, not a flying horse drawn carriage thingy. Naya was dreading the ride to school. As someone with more than a bit of a motion sickness issue, she was afraid that the journey would not end well. Adding to that stress was the fact that she was new to Hogwarts, knew no one and really wanted to make a good first impression.

Trying to take deep breaths in a non-obvious way, Naya looked for a place to hide sit, preferably alone. Her desire curl into a ball until they reached France did not seem to be a real possibility. The place was crowded, as she knew it would be. Finally, Naya spotted a girl sitting alone. She seemed to be about her age and hopefully was understanding.

Putting on a brave face, Naya approached the girl and said, “Hi, I’m Naya. Do you mind if I sit here.” Please, please please.