Okay, well this was a DEFINATE first.

Sarah had dragged her trunk onboard, leaving it with the others, and made her way down to the Prefect's compartment.As she peeked her head inside the door, she noticed it was completely empty.Making her the first one there. "Looks like we're early, Screech," she smiled down at the owl in it's cage in her right hand.

Sliding the door closed again, she placed the cage on the seat next to her, and reached forward into her bag.Pulling out the latest copy of Witch Weekly, Sarah began to read.She couldn't go on her rounds until the Head Boy and Girl had made their speech, and she still had to find out who that was.Crossing her legs, she leant against the window frame, resting the magazine on her lap.Twisting her hair around her left index finger, she slowly scanned the pages.