"Oof." Tibi landed on the floor of the compartment, legs spread out in front of him. Reaching to rub his now bruise bum, he watched the boys argue out of the corner of his eyes. The pink-haired one was defending him but the other one was threatening him... Tibi was sorry he'd ever put his book down to look in the aisle.

OH NO! Panic swept over Tibi as the attacker turned to look his way again. He was... telling Tibi to sit on something soft? Was that what he said?

Tibi didn't need to be told twice. Scrambling to his feet, the scrawny 11-year-old retreated to his corner seat by the window and pulled his knees to his chest and bent his head. Peaking out over his knee caps, he waited to see what the big one would do next.

Jumping slightly, when someone waved at him, from one of the compartments, that he peered into, he bonks his nose on the edge of the window.

Rubbing his nose, he peeks in again, and sees the younger boy smiling at him. Sliding the door open, he warily looks at him, attempting a smile. "May I sit with you?"

Realizing he's not alone, JD starts backing out, at the commotion, that started.

Willie watched the small boy scramble to his feet, some sense of guilt lurking inside of him. He had terrified him. He didn't mean to... Well, that was a lie. But Willie had thought the boy had seen him steal something! Had seen him try to nab something from some compartments. Paranoia took over the thirteen year old and he did what he had to do.

Ignoring Jake with his silly pink hair (Why had he dyed it pink? Willie shall never know), the third year went over to the scrawny child and sat next to him. He began sucking his teeth with his tongue, carefully observing the boy and watching him as he quivered with fright.

"A'e ye thcared, boy?" He spoke after a few seconds, his green eyes twinkling with mischief. "Yer afraid I'll bite ya? Ye know, I bit lotsa people 'round 'ere, I did."

Oh noooo, the eyes from before were back. Tibi tried to wave the boy off; he didn't want to get anyone else in this mess, but he didn't want the older boy to see. Tibi made his eyes really wide and was about to tilt his head, when the boy attached to the eyes started to back away on his own.

Bite? THIS BOY BITES?! Tibi looked up at the boy, who was now sitting next to him, watching him. "Nuh..No.. not scared." Tibi lied, trying to stop shaking and keep his voice from quivering, but it wasn't working. "Just. Just startled, was all." There. Tibi was calming down a little, even if it didn't show. "You grabbed pretty hard."

Tibi bit his bottom lip and looked around the compartment. "Did I do something wrong?" For all he knew, he'd broken some big wizarding rule. This being raised by a Muggle thing was hard.

Listening outside the compartment, JD, looks terrified, when the older boy, said that he bites. Bites!

Oops, that did it, JD took off running again in fear, toward the other end.

Willie was about to speak once more until he noticed the kid in front of him widen his eyes as if he were in shock. He wasn't looking at him, though, so the brunette turned his head slowly as if he came from those horror movies and spotted the boy who was slowly backing out of the compartment. A wicked grin and a glint in his eyes caused Willie to appear dangerously feral. He stood up, took about four steps and was close to grabbing the boy but he dashed off. Willie knew his face though, he'll get him soon.

He turned back to the first boy and wore a lazy cool smile. "No," he drawled, sitting beside him and crossing a leg over the other. "Ye al'ight, boy. But yer be sittin' 'ere and not be tellin' a word that is thaid here outthide, ye be understandin' me?"

This was going to be one long ride to Hogwarts.

Tibi stopped breathing when the older boy stood up to chase peeking-eye boy, terrified that another kid would get caught in this mess. He exhaled sharply when he saw the kid get away, but his breath caught again as the older boy turned back to him, spoke and then sat near Tibi again. Tibi felt clammy, and his heart beat furiously in his tiny body. He was small and sure the older boy could snap him in half if he wanted.

"Yyyyes, yes sir, not a word." Tibi hazarded to be a little bold. "Well... not that I really could, seeing as I don't know your name..." He hoped he hadn't been tooo bold. He wasn't really asking for the kid's name.. just saying he didn't know it. He blinked hard, trying to read the other boy's face, but failing miserably.

Willie rose a brow, amused that the boy was calling him "sir". No one in his life had ever called him sir, and being called that, well it made him feel important. Willie grinned wickedly, patting the boy's back and grinning. "Ye dun need ter be thirrin' me, boy. Me nameth Crockah. Willie Crockah," he announced, ruffling his hair with his other hand.

"Now, boy, I don't want ye ter be frightened or nuthin' now." The older boy began slowly, his eyes narrowing a bit. "I jutht want ye to know, that if ye tell anyone anythin' ye thee me do, ye'll be wakin' up in the mornin' with a lost ear. I hope you understand, dontcha?"

Sebastian could have died right now. In fact, if it wasn't for the fact that his life and existence was pretty important to this country, Sebastian would've died. There were people touching him, from both sides! And he could feel some kid behind him trotting on his mocassins as they walked through the busy corridor.

Again, there were people touching him!

This time, he could not help but to snort at Woodson's question. He was not being disrespectful at Woodson - Woodson was actually the only person in the world that had his respect - but he highly doubted it. "They should have ... but look at them, brother." Sebastian replied, not caring to lower his voice despite the clear distate in it. "I doubt they even know what 'first class' means."
What would happen to them?!

Tibi flinched as the boy moved his hand again, but relaxed as it was a pat on the back and not a swat. Willie Crocker. The boy had a name, now. "I'm.. I'm Tiberius." he offered, softly.

Willie was telling him not to be frightened. Tibi guess that was a good sign. AN EAR? LOSE AN EAR? Tibi's eyes grew again as he answered, "Noooo, won't say anything ever, Mr. Willie, sir." With no warning, Tibi sneezed. "Aaaaaccchhhhhooo." Tibi always sneezed when he was nervous. Sniffling, he added, "excuse me" the tears that had been hiding underneath his eyelids now dampening his cheeks.

What kind of name was that? Did his mother have some accident or something? Was that even a name? Willie furrowed his brows, deciding a name for a the boy, an easy one so he could call him by. "Well, yer name ter me now is Ti, dya understand?" He asked, his hand tightening its hold onto his back, wanting to get a nod out of him.

No wonder his own brother bullied him. This was so much fun! Although, he wasn't going to keep this on much longer. Or was he?

He was about to smile as he heard the answer he wanted when the boy sneezed. Willie took his hand away from him and blinked at the small child. "A'e ye thick?" He asked him, eyeing him closely. If the boy was sick, Willie will probably have to resort to healing him himself! Of course, he did heal Upstead two years ago with his powerful medical skills.

Forgetting where he was and who he was with, Tibi began to speak, "Well, my mum calls me Tibi for short and..." and then feeling Willie's hand on his back, suddenly snapped back into himself, "but... uh.. but if you want to call my Ti, that's totally fine. Yes, totally fine. Ti it is." His speech sped up into a rather nervous cadence.

"Sick, no, no, not sick.. just.. just a bit of dust in my nose was all.. little tickle... not sick." Tibi didn't want to think about what this boy might do to him if he was sick - and thus risked getting Willie sick.

Tibi squinted his eyes closed, mentally kicking himself for getting into this situation. I should have kept reading my book. I shouldn't have gone into the corridor. I should have just read. Why do you have to be so curious, Tibi? It only gets you in trouble!

This was a right mess he was in, and he couldn't even tell anyone about it!

Violet ran to the first part of the train she was so excited she was going to hogwarts! she didnt smile so it looked as if she was bored She is a tomboy and is a slytherin and is hoping to meet friends she waves to everyone then she went into the compartment were alexander and fransisca (sorry if i spelled that wrong) she stood at the compartment door "hello" she said moving her long bleach blonde hair out of her eyes

Now he just needed to make the last sector of the train aware of the dangers of these werewolves. Entering the front end of the train he set to work, this time sticking up his third and final lot of fliers. Hopefully people would be getting the message soon. Varius sure hoped Lawson was going to be doing some lessons on werewolves and spells best used to deter their cannibalistic tendencies. The last flier was stuck to windows, doors, walls, left on tables, floors, floating through the air. It was hard NOT to see one.

Violet saw a flier so said be right back in a distracted voice she walked out of the compartment and looked at a flier she quietly read then moved her long bleach blonde hair out of her eyes again wow i didnt know they did that she said to tibi oh by the way im Violet Riddle whats your name?

Okay, so Sebastian had a very valid point there.. by the looks of each and every single one of these people, they had never heard of first class in their poor lives. How great. NOT.

Whenever they travelled - those trips joining Father on business - it was always first class with top quality service. This just felt ... wrong. Very, very wrong. Mingling in such close proximity with these foul people.. it just wasn't right.

"They should take cases like ours into consideration," Woodson huffed unhappily, peering into full compartments as he stalked past. No way was he sitting in a compartment with others. Just no. "At least arrange and reserve us a private compartment."

But no. They hadn't.

Violet looked at woodson as he passed by and read the expression on his face that none of these people have never heard of first class so said hey you why do you have that look on your face? i took my private jet here of course first class ok I see your a slytherin i guess i might see you around then

OOC: Sorry I'm late! >.< Something came up!

IC:

Willie held onto the boy and felt a grin grow on his lips as the boy immediately changed his words the moment he had squeezed his shoulder. Ahhh, the thrill of being older! It was exhilarating, pushing around young people like Ti here. Willie should do this more often, it would be a good exercise. "Atta boy! That'th the spirt I laiiik ter hear, I do!"

He patted his back once more, only this time a bit harder than the one before. "Good! If ye were thick, I'd be 'ealin' you and ye'd be as good as new! So if ye ever get sick, dun go to the nurthe we go' back at 'Ogwarts. Come ter me, free of charge." Nurse Avalon was also free, but this kid didn't seem to know. So it wouldn't be harmful to trick the boy, right?

"Oiiiii, Ti, whatcha clothin' yer eyes for? A'e ye scared of me?" Willie cackled right beside his ear.

This was soooooo fun!

Tibi nearly jumped out of his skin. Had he really kept his eyes closed that long? Time to lie, Tibi, he thought.

"Huh, oh.. uh.. I was, uh.. well, I just thought I might.. uh, sneeze again." Lie. "And.. it was just a reflex" Lie. "Oh, and thanks about the tip about the Nurse.. I'll make sure not to go." Lie coupled with an insincere smile.

If Willie Crocker told Tibi that something was bad, Tibi was pretty sure that it meant it was exceptionally good for him. Well, except for the tattling and losing an ear. Would Willie REALLY cut off Tibi's ear?

He had to keep Willie talking. If Willie was talking about himself, maybe he wouldn't do things that made Tibi want to crawl out the window. "So, uh.." Tibi tried to think of ways to start a conversation. "What year are you in?"

please don't be mad, please don't be mad, please don't be mad. Tibi tried to will a positive reaction by pure thought, knowing that it wouldn't really make a difference. But it certainly made him feel better.

Mina glanced up from her textbook, she could have sworn she saw something from the corner of her eye. Looking up from the book completely, she saw the flier. Her eyes became huge as she read it.

She vaguely remembered reading something about werewolves before, but her parents and older siblings told her not to worry too much over it. Easy for them to say, being her sister was off being showered with gifts and what not in France and her brothers were who knows where causing troubles. They weren't the one here now. But she was being silly, really fearing the unknown, really?

She laughed at herself, shaking the fearful feeling and returned her attention to her text book.

LouAnn's parents had, graciously, educated her on nearly each and every aspect of Hogwarts. They'd told her of the four houses (she suspected Ravenclaw for herself) and they'd warned her of some werewolf incident from last term (is that the reasoning behind the werewolf fliers posted throughout the train?). They'd even told her that one of the coolest and most popular hangouts was the lake (did she really need 'hangout' advice from her parents, though?). LouAnn had woke up this morning feeling as if she was armed and ready to be a brand new student at one of the most magical schools in the entire world.

What she hadn't been prepared for, though, was the chaos that awaited her on the Hogwarts Express. Was that a chocolate frog bouncing at the open window? With a slightly worried expression on her face, LouAnn maneuvered throughout the first part of the train. That whole funny feeling of 'Who will the new kid sit with?' came back to her, and for a moment, she stopped mid-walk and debated just standing the entire time. The idea seemed pretty good until someone's crup tore down the aisle and nearly knocked her over. Yikes! No, no. The aisles were no place for LouAnn Oct...er, Purple? Right? Oh, yes. Purple it was...for now.

She slung her handbag over her shoulder and walked further down the aisle. Where were the people she'd met in Diagon Alley? They'd all said they attended Hogwarts, so where were they now? It seemed that each and every face LouAnn met with was an unfamiliar one. She scanned her surroundings until her eyes fell on Woodson, a boy she'd met at The Leaky Cauldron. Ahh, Woodson! A familiar face! Woodson seemed to have found someone to talk to, as well. LouAnn's eyes traveled from Woodson to...other Woodson? Had he mentioned being a twin? Something about a twin rang a bell for LouAnn, but then again, the focus of their first meeting had been hand sanitizer, so other details were a bit foggy. "Woodson. I sure am glad to see you. This place...is a madhouse," she said,walking up beside him. She smiled at the other boy, the twin if she remembered correctly. He definitely looked like Woodson. "Woodson's brother, yes? I'm LouAnn."

He watched him closely as he fidgeted a bit to give him an answer. Was he thinking of something, the green-eyed boy thought. Because if he was, he would stuff his hand in the boy's ear and grab that thought.

That would be so awesome if he could.

"No problem, mate. Come ter me if ye 'ave any problemth in schooooool, even if ye want me ter take a look at yer homework. You will let me 'ave a look, wontcha?" He asked, his face merely inches away from the other boy's. "I 'ope you will, Ti. Yeah?"

"I'm a third yeaaaaar. I'mma be guethin' yer a firstie, ain'tcha?"

Tibi resisted the urge to scrunch up his face at Willie's request (demand?) to look over Tibi's homework. The boy scared him, not to mention that Willie's face was mere inches away. How to get out of this one...

"Welll.. uh.. I usually don't have problems with my homework... just other students." Tibi paused. He needed to appease Willie somehow. "But, yeah, of course... if I have problems you'll be the first person I'll have look it over." Either that was a lie or Tibi had just resolved to never, ever have problems with his school work. He worked very hard to keep his face unreadable. He was getting better at it, now that the initial shock of Willie Crocker has begun to wear off.

"Yeah, I'm a first year..." Get Willie talking about Willie, not Tibi... "So, third year? You like it? Hogwarts, I mean."

Willie clasped his owns hands together and grinned, pleased with the boy's answers. He needed a smart boy on his side, anyway. He would push him to do his homework, and at the same time it would be good for the lad as he'd be studying 3rd year material, so when he'd reach his 3rd year, he'd surpass all the students. Willie grinned, delighted.

"Gooood, goood! And yeaaaaa, 'Ogwartth pretty good, mate. Only we 'ave werewolves now. If yer bitten, yer a goner, mate! That'th why ye should stick with me, I'll be protectin' ye with me own teeth! But I must 'ave some kind of... good out of thith if ye want me to protect yah."

This was the final year. EEEEEEK! No, better change the change the train of thoughts or she'll be nervous from the start!

Anyway...

Er, where to sit? Where to sit? Sitting? Was she really going to remain in one place during this journey to Hogwarts? Nope. So, Kaika wasn't really looking for a compartment to stay in, she was browsing for people....

OMG! Pinkness!

The compartment door opened at once, rather loudly, by the way. There he was...he wasn't alone, but who cares who were the ones next to him? "JAKE!" she exclaimed, almost too eager, and ran to hug the boy in question, "Oh, dear Merlin, I'm soooo happy to see you, how are youuu?!" she asked, releasing the poor boy. The one thing she didn't enjoy was the pink shade of his hair, she'll never get used to that.