Isla had been nervous about boarding the train and heading off to Hogwarts all by herself. Well, not exactly by herself, but this was her first time going so far away without her mom and dad. As she boarded the train, though, excitement took over, and any nervousness or sadness she might have felt disappeared for now. She was heading to Hogwarts, and she was about to be sorted!

She just knew she'd be a Gryffindor. Out of all the house traits, she thought that one fit her the best. So as she wandered down the aisles looking for a seat, she couldn't help but think to herself what it would be like to be a lion. It looked like she was early to board the train, too. The whole front of the train didn't seem busy at all. Either that, or everybody had gone to the back of the train. She wasn't brave enough to go back there yet. She kind of thought that all the older kids might be back there.

She finally settled on a random compartment and slid the door open. Empty. Empty except for her, who was now the sole occupant. She sat down and stared out the window. Supposedly, she was in for a super long ride.