The Prefect saw Sarah come in and her lower lip trembled as she hid her face in the fat rotund animal's fur. This wasn't happening. Not yet. Not yet. NOT YET. She couldn't let it. She wasn't getting off the train. Ever. She'd go back and forth but she wouldn't get off the train. No. Because getting off the train meant that it was really over. And Cameron didn't want it to be over. All the people she'd never get to see again.

Cute? The.. cats? Cameron peeked at the Head girl wondering if she was mental. Were they going to talk about the cats? She made a face. Cats were irrrrritating creatures all purrrrry and bleugh. But she nodded. "The.. cats.. yeah." But with all her social tact, she didn't realise she would say the exact thing Sarah had been trying to avoid.

"We arrive in London in a couple of hours.." She mumbled as Brant walked in.

"Morning," She whispered to her co-Prefect.