Dahlia had been in a constant fog over the last few weeks. The days blended in and and out and most of the time she wasn't even sure if it was morning or night. Never before had she been so glad to be hurried along onto the train towards home. All she had waited since that day... was to go home.

With her trunk already stowed away there was nothing more for her to do then to find herself a place to sit. That place just so happened to be the very first compart door she slid open, peered into and saw was empty. Slipping inside and letting the door slide closed behind her, Lia wandered over to the bench and sat down against the window.

Setting her bag down beside her she opened it taking out two things, a green apple sugar quill and Sir Frederik Puffington the Pink Pygmy Puff whom was set on her shoulder. How he had made it through everything, she had no idea but Merlin was she thankful that he had. Her bag was then dropped down onto the floor at her feet and feet were pulled up onto the seat, knees pulled up to her chest. She mindlessly nibbled at the tip of the sugar quill, blue eyes fixed on nothing in particular out the window.

Heath was here physically, but mentally and emotionally, he was all over the place. He didn’t know how to feel about the summer holidays. He didn’t want to stay at Hogwarts, but he didn’t want to go home either. How could he face his family after he let them down this term? His siblings (and practically every other Gryffindor in the family) would hate him for the lengths he went to to placate Rosier. His mum would hate him for the resentment he still harbored toward her - Rosier may have been the one to imprison him, but the fact remained that he wouldn't have been in a position to be imprisoned had his mum gone along with her family's traditions and married a wizard. And his dad, once the only family member who understood him, would hate him if he knew all thw horrible things he said about muggles.

Although he was free from the darkness of The Room, the darkness of his thoughts still imprisoned him. Being able to go where he pleased helped a little, as did having Rey back. The gray striped bobtail cat nestled in his arms as he searched for a seat. Later he'd find Claudine, but now he just wanted to get out of the corridors as fast as possible. He opened the first compartment door he saw to find someone already there. "Hey, do you mind if I sit here?" he asked.

Rey looked up, punctuating his words with a meep, as if to say, please?

The sound of the compartment door sliding open was enough to pull the newly turned twelve year old from her thoughts, her head turning only enough so she could see who was there. It was probably one of her many siblings or cousins, maybe even Tadhg or one of her other friends had come looking for already. What she saw was a older boy from her own house she was sure, however his name slipped her mind right now which was a little unusual for her. She was pretty sure she had seen him around Claudine a lot though, an older Slytherin.

Well until she could recall his name, he would be known as... long dark floofy haired boy. And then she saw him/her. The cat cradled in the boys arms that seemed to catch her attention just a hair of a fraction more than the person had. Had that..

D'awwww!

It had been! The cat meeped at her! Sir Frederik Puffington the Pink Pygmy Puff had expected the child to squeal in delight as she normal would have whenever a new creature was around. Sad blue eyes blinked once, the pink pygmy puff nuzzling himself against his owners neck as if expecting what was to come but never did. Lia nodded. "Of course. I'm Dahlia and this is Sir Frederik Puffington the Pink Pygmy Puff," she introduced them both quietly in what might have been a whisper but she couldn't be all to sure anymore.

Opening an compartment door, it was nice to see it empty...for now. Who knows who would join her in this compartment, but until then, she stuffs her belongings away and closes the compartment door for now as she sits down and adjusts herself in her seat. Just being out of the school at this moment, lifted a huge wave of her chest. Now...it was just a matter of time to see what sort of "trauma" she will endure. Hopefully, nothing too crazy. Crossing her arms in front of her, the former sixth year was just waiting to get home and see her family. Leaning her head back, she begins to let her mind wander and try to distract herself as she slowly tries to close her eyes and try to finally take a well-deserved nap on this train ride home.

Oh right, Dahlia! Heath knew the girl had a flower name, but he'd forgotten which one it was. He nodded, managing a very slight smile for her. Then he saw the little pink creature nuzzling against her neck; his eyes lit up and his smile grew. Aww! That pink fur, those eyes… He was suddenly reminded of Holdo, the purple pygmy puff he had to leave at home, and how much he missed him. Well, that was one good thing about going home! At least Holdo wouldn't judge him for his actions this term!

He gently set Rey on the seat opposite Dahlia and closed the compartment door behind him. "Nice to meet you, Dahlia," he said. Then bending so that his eyes were level with the puff's, he whispered, "Hello, Sir Fredrick. Oh, you're such a handsome boy!"

Unfortunately Rey was having none of it. She meeped loudly behind him, clearly displeased about sharing his attention with another creature. Heath jumped slightly, his dark head whipping around at the sound, and he laughed as Rey flopped onto her back. It was only as he took his seat and began petting Rey that he remembered he hadn't yet intorduced himself. "Oh! I'm Heath, by the way," he said, "and she's Rey."

Rey's big blue eyes blinked, and she looked up at Dahlia with a mrrrp.