She was sad. Sad that she hadn't heard from him for weeks and weeks. Sad about everything that had happened. Even sad about returning to Hogwarts. None of that was going to be said though. Not right then anyhow. It all could've waited because all she had wanted in that moment was just two minutes to enjoy a hug and let herself not cry. Things would be alright now. Quinn was alright. Well in the sense that he was sitting right there beside her, otherwise she had no clue how he was. If he was like everyone else, chances were he was suffering in silence.

Meh, she knew he was being nice. Being Quinn. And truly she appreciated it but she didn't want to talk about it. Not really. She never did. "I-I know.. the same goes for you too, you know." If he ever wanted or needed to talk about anything she'd be there to listen even if she couldn't help at all.

SLAM!!!

What in the name of Merlin?!?!

Lia startled so badly that poor Sir Frederik nearly toppled right off of her shoulder. Good thing her shoulder was nearly level enough with the back of the seat and he was able to hop him up onto it. This was a very good thing because had the pygmy puff had gotten hurt, the twelve year old would never had forgiven herself.

Catching the look on Quinn's face, she shrugged her shoulders. Who that was, it definitely wasn't one of her siblings or cousins otherwise they would've just come into the compartment. Curiosity quickly getting the better of her, she got to her feet and walked over to the compartment door. Being short and also standing behind Quinn she was only just barely able to catch a glimpse of who was on the other side.

Was that Atlas or Aries? Dahlia wasn't entirely sure. Why was Quinn asking about his fingers though? What was going on?