He wasn't intimidating her. Please... After Jared Glass, it was hard for another guy to be intimidating. And her ex's cousin was certainly much more interesting. She stepped closer as well, keeping the challenging look.
"I never said I believe you. But if you want to asumme that I do... Isn't there where the risk is? Or do you think you're such a bad judge of character?" she bit her lower lip, tasting that amusing moment.
"If you were a spy... You would have never tell me that. Second.. Did you ever heard me saying I wanted to help? And help in what, Prince?" That was different. It made her feel alive and powerful.

"You don't trust me, I don't trust you. We're evne." she added with a wink. He could be an anfwul liar... but she was having fun with it.

Mystic was getting hungry so she left the back of the train and went to the food trolley to buy some thing to eat. She looked at all the snacks to see what she wanted. She did not have no craving for anything special. After a few minutes of look she decided on a pumpkin pastie, cauldron cake and Bertie Bott's Every flavour beans.
She payed for her snacks and head back to the back of the train.

It took all his strength to hold back a smile. She was a fiery one. He liked that. "Maybe I'm looking for someone to trust. In my life, I wasn't afforded the opportunity to make many friends, and the one person I do trust, I'm cursed to keep my distance from."

They were standing nearly toe to toe. Playing a deadly game made his heart race. Helios hoped he wouldn't have to walk away disappointed. "I am running out of time, and all I have is a web of distrust stretching across the school. I can hardly keep straight of who I'm spying on and for whom."

Tilting his head slightly, he gave her a long look. "Am I wasting my time with you?"

Crap. He was an awful liar, but he sure did know how to make a girl curious. She was trying to set the rules of the game they were playing, but she didn't want to let go just yet.
"Oh... And you instinctic tells you I'm someone you can trust? Or just want to trust me?" Someone that knew her could tell that once they had her friendship, Eva would be loyal forerver. The hard thing was really to get her friendship, if she was willing to offer it.
She studied him, immitating his gesture before answering his question.
"You tell me." she replied in apparent calm and control.

Her eyes were puffy. Puffy, red.

- Her face looked gloomy.

- .. Her lips .. were sticking out in a glum pout.

Orlando stared at the girl, standing. The girl had been crying - he was sure. He had counted down all the possible symptoms (and on his fingers) that Emery had told him about. Worried blue eyes, blinked - and head tilted to the side. He was suppose to comfort her now.

Oh boy.

He couldn't just leave her, you see. That was bad manners. And girls didn't appreciate when boys just left them when they are crying. Because when girls cry ..

.. they cry for a reason you know, especially when stupid boys like Tyler are the ones who made them cry.

- Emery's words flew through his eleven year old brain. He remembered how angry his own sister had been when Orlando had tried to leave her. She had scolded him and told him that he was suppose to stay and listen to her. That's what good boys are suppose to do. So at that time, nine year old Orlando had spend the whole day with his sister listening to how Tyler had been mean to her and was not calling her.

And then, ofcourse, Landonn had smacked his own forehead and called him a sissy.

Now, however, Orlando couldn't just ignore the girl. He was not suppose to hurt her feelings. He couldn't just turn around and leave. That would be called ignoring. And that was just rude.

Gulping down, the eleven year old stepped forward - fidgeting slightly. He could do this. He had talked to two other girls, who weren't his cousins, in Diagon Alley too.

He was brave, brave young man.

Reminding himself, he had been placed in Gryffindor - and good, brave Gryffindors never backed down.

“Were you .. Were you .. crying?”

There.

Was his voice audible enough?

In a way, Issy almost felt angry at that poor, small boy for noticing. Because Samson certainly hadn't. Swallowing a cringe she blinked curiously, pressing two small hands to her little tummy, because it churned and ached and wanted food and felt ill and was just as sad as her chest. Samson had walked out of the compartment and walked right passed her while she cried and this little, tiny kid stood before her, acknowledging her dried tears.

This, alone, made tears well in her eyes again. Oh Merlin. A quick hand drew along her lashes, catching a smear of tears on its back.

Bless his little heart for noticing and not running away. For noticing and speaking up. Irrationally, she wanted to lunge forward and throw her arms around him, but that would probably frighten him too much. Cyrus and Cam had never taken kindly to her random, impromptu hugs and they'd actually known her. Sort of.

But her chest felt so heavy. Her head swam, dizzy and aching. In her temples was a pounding that was gentle now, but she knew it would grow if she didn't have a drink soon. A bottle of water was in her purse but her fingers were all fumbly and shakey still. She probably ought to eat something, but she feared that if she did, it would only come back up. Ugh.

"Regrettably," admitted the small girl in a frail voice, trying to offer him a forced smile, which probably came out more as a grimace. With rapid blinks, she tried to hold her tears at bay. "The eyes gave it away, huh?" she asked with a sniff, trying to come off as a joke.

Oh, she hoped he'd not ask her what was wrong; there was so much bubbling at the surface, begging to release, to rain down on anyone willingly fool enough to listen. And he looked so young... she'd probably just frighten him off. With a thick throat, she swallowed. She did not want to scare him away - perhaps an innocent, naive little one would be better company than anyone else at this time. Certainly better than returning to her compartment and chancing a run-in with Samson again.

A smile stretched from ear to ear. That lurking, predatory smile. "I like your attitude." Looking away from her, he slowly withdrew a thick piece of paper. "Say I do trust you. Say I want to trust you." Holding the piece of paper up, he began to fold it and refold it several times.

"Could you handle the responsibility?"

E. raised an eyebrow at his first comment.
"You don't have to like it. I do." she corrected him, trying to see what he was deliberately hiding. At hsi question, she reviewed the story of her life. Slytherin twin sister, family Azkaban, leaving her mother's side, meeting a complicated family, Sebastian, Alyss, Jared, fighting with Tammy and hating the ravenclaw Prefect. Yeah, it sounded enough. "What do you think?" she asked in return with curiosity. She didn't believe him not for a second, but she was willing to give him a chance... to impress her.

Nikki turned around. "Hello. I'm Nikki Leanne Smith. I'm a first year. How about you?" The girl seemed nice enough, and Nikki couldn't help but smiling at her.

Orlando panicked for a moment, thinking he had just made the older looking girl more upset by asking. When, suddenly the expression on the girl's face changed, making him tilt his head in confusion.

Emery hadn't explained about that ..

And then, bless his more worried eyes - which do not fail to notice the sudden moisture appearing in the girl's eyes. His own eyes widened. But she rubbed her eyes, almost immediately.

Oh God, did he just make her cry? Did he just ..

His shoulders slumped forward, alert ringing through him. Not sure what he was suppose to do now. Sure, he knew boys were not suppose to make girls cry - Emery had been pretty clear about that.

- But what do boys do when they do do make them cry.

Before he could ask the girl herself, what he was suppose to do to please her - she smiled. Orlando was sure confused by that smile, too. Because that didn't seem like a happy smile. The eleven year old's lips turned down, as well- when she asked about the tears.

He nodded, sadly.

The girl was really sad. Not Emery sad. But a different kind of sad.

And then coming up with the best solution, he could think of - he reached into both his pocket to draw out a small bottle chocolate milk - and some chocolates.

“Here .,” he offered.

Chocolate made him happy. And he assumed – the older looking girl needed some happy, sweet chocolate to smile – a smile which wasn’t so unhappy like.

“Was a boy meanto you?” he asked, innocently.

Partway through the journey, Cordelia's stomach growled, so she excused herself from the compartment and went to find the food trolley. Soon enough, she found it and saw the queue was not as long as she expected. Two other students were chatting in front of her, first years from what she overheard. She glanced at the trolley, hoping to decide what she wanted before it was her turn. The Pumpkin Pasties and Cauldron Cakes looked good, but she knew she couldn't pass up the Every Flavor Beans. They were her favorite!

"I can't promise many answers." The folds were getting more intricate. "Still so many questions to ask." The rest of the kids could keep their fairy tale castle. Hogwarts had a dark side. Something ugly below the surface.

"I don't know how far it goes, or who is working with who, but the staff are awfully suspicious of eachother." The paper was begining to take shape. The shape of a small bird. A crane.

"Who knows what they're hiding from eachother, let alone us." Taking the girls hand, the young man placed the bird inside. "We can talk about this more when we're at school. Write my name under the wing when you're ready. For now; let us enjoy the train ride."

Scrutinizing eyes examined the withdrawn contents from the boys pockets. Idly, she blinked, curious as to who carried bottles of chocolate milk in their pockets. Denying him would be mean, though, since he was being so nice and talking to her and not ignoring her while she cried. Accepting them was only right and with rather shakey hands she did so. Deftly, she dropped the chocolate into her purse. For now, she just wanted something to drink. Food would come whenever her stomach had calmed down and stopped angsting.

"Thanks," she mumbled, uncapping the milk and bringing it to her lips. But, she didn't get too far. Before the lip of bottle had touched her own lips, he had hit the nail upon the head and a sputter fell from her, eyes widened.

How in the world did he he know? Was she so transparent? Had he overheard? Did he understand how the minds of foolish, idiotic boys like Samson worked? Staring over the bottle at him, Issy did not even blink. Slowly, she lowered her hand, pulling the bottle from her mouth. A quiver captured her lower lip and chin and her brows tugged down in a manner of shocked sadness.

"How could you tell?" she asked, catching her lower lip between her teeth. "I mean, yes, it's about a boy and he was... really... mean and I don't know if he even knows it but it doesn't matter, 'cos he did it and was mean and I really thought he was done with this stupid phase of his and he's so much older he should have moved passed it, but I guess he hasn't." Issy's words spilled out with a frantic speed, slurring into each other, hitching on little sobs and hiccups.

"Just the other day... everything was so right." With wistful eyes, an expression of vague recollection, she stared off into the distance for a moment, but that only made her chest hurt and she squeaked.

You can't think of it. The kisses or the things he said because he can't have meant any of them. But this only made her start to cry again and as the tears let go, she slid down the wall to the floor, tucking her feet up against her as she wrapped her arms around her legs and rest her chin upon her knees, letting the tears fall slowly.

"He... was really mean," she whispered, not sure if she was speaking to the boy or not. If he hadn't left that is... "In the worst kind of way, he was mean, and he did the worst thing a boy can do to a girl."

Carter jumped in line. "So what do you want? I'll pay. My parents taught me manners, you know." Carter said taking out his full money bag.

Tori giggled and said,"Thank you,that's really kind of you. I guess a sandwich and a chocolate frog will do." She stood in the line with Carter and handed the rest of the fliers to the other students there.

"Chocolate frog, eh? That sound um... delicious. I don't think I'll ever get used to this." Carter said with a laugh. He stepped forward and approached the trolley. "Two sandwiches and two chocolate frogs, please." he said handing the trolley lady some money in exchange for the food. He handed Tori her share. He then looked down at some fliers still in his hand. "So what do you think about all this?" he said indicating the flier.

"Thank you." she said graciously.
"Well, if you really think about it they are people too. I mean under all that aggression, there is a person and they have feelings too." Tori replied with a genuine expression of concern, as they stepped out of the line."What do you think?"

"Yeah. I mean just one night on a full moon isn't really a big deal. And its something that can be prepared for. And if there were other werewolf teachers at Hogwarts I'm sure they can handle it. It must just be prejudice. And whatever happened last term must have been a fluke." Carter said. He then took a bite of his sandwich.

Tori unwrapped her sandwich and took a bite. She thoroughly enjoyed that first bite.
"Yeah, I mean they are supposed to able to handle it." Tori replied after swallowing, " I guess Rhea has a point in standing up for 'were-rights'. Clever stuff, were-rights." Tori giggled a little before taking another bite as they headed back for middle cars.

"Yeah. We're not even at school yet and we've already found a club." Carter said before taking another bite of his sandwich. "These are good." he said before taking another bite. He then continued walking toward their compartment. He held the door open between where the trolley was to the middle part of the train where their compartment was.

Oh great.

She was scrambling along the floor looking fo change, and coming across other peoples MWAHA, and then, having the luck Sylvia had, someone she knows spots her. And it looked like she was searching for food or seomthing as if she was homeless. "Gimmie a sec." She said politely, though not looking up until she had the EXACT change that she had before she dropped it all.

Once finding it all, Sylvia stood up and wiped her knees. They really needed to clean this icky train. Bleh, she turned around and saw the last person she could have met. "It has, Reese." She grinned, and properly this time. Sylvia didn't know the girl well, but if she remembered correctly, it was when she was just an ickle girl at one of Miles and Vannie's parties. How dull. "What year are you now? Fifth?"

Lucy was very tired after a long travel so she thought to eat something and ordered a packet of chips and two chocolates and I think half of the trolley for her self and started eating them as fast as she could, and just swallowed the chocolates and chips, which made the face, look disgusting as half of her face was covered with chocolate. “Well that’s not a way to eat chocolates I better wipe my face before anyone could see me like that and just run away” said Lucy hoping that someone could atleast say a “Hello” to her.

After Warren had finished talking to the new first years. He decided to go back to his compartment where Alex was. He had left her for 10 mins, whilst buying her luxoury treats from the food trolley.

Conan was saw Lucy , he knew she must have been starving to eat in this way and to eat this much ,he felt hungrey again , but he doesn't have more money ! so he came closer near her and asked if he can share her and have some chocolate .

“Hey sure, you can have some of them, as you can see I’m too hungry, well I’m Lucy and what’s your name” said Lucy to the boy next to her.