Bianca strolled onto the train, peering into comparments as she went. It had been a bust at Diagon Alley. She had met one person. And she wondered if he was on the train. Obviously, he would be, but where?
Continuing down the hall to the back of the train, she attempted to squeeze past a couple of people, blocking the way. Sucking in her next to no stomach, so there wasn't any point, she squeezed past. Then SMACK. Bianca got her foot caught on somebody elses, and fell flat to the ground, arms flailing. EEEEP. Embarrasment number, uh, fifty? Seeing her hand bag flown across the floor she moved towards it, picking up the contents, and placing them neatly in her bag, alphabetically.
__________________ Take me away.
"Oh do you have a story, do you have a story for me?
Do you know the one where we'll all live happily?" |