The one thing about the train, that had always enchanted her was the Prefect Compartment, and this term Lori had a pass to go IN! So that impressed her much more than admiring the door, and waiting for people she knew around there. That was plain suckish, things in there were almost secretive, and secrets intrigued the seventeen year old. Many things intrigued her, actually.

After boarding the train, and getting her robes on early [for she wasn't comfortable in the dress she had worn, and was certain she was allergic to the fabric], Lorelai Bristol had worked her way through the crowds only to find herself standing outside the interesting-as-always door.

Opening it seemed treacherous, like she wasn't allowed to, but as soon as she got a glance of the badge pinned to her robes, she smiled softly. It wasn't that hard, she told herself as she opened the door. Of course it wasn't, it was just a door, who really minded about a door? It wasn't like she could be told off for being in there, SHE HAD POWAH!

Taking a glance around her, to find noone she knew, Lori headed straight in, and took a seat comfortably and just waited for people. Namely Mrs. Head!Girl Best!Friend.

Okayyy. Her parents had been a LITTLE TOO proud on the platform. Sarah had heard nothing but them telling her how happy they were for her since she told them about getting the Head Girl badge. And as nice as that was, she really didn't like all the kissy kissy from her mum as she was saying goodbye for her last year. 'Twas rather embarrassing.

But she had waved them off, and turned on her heels onto the train, dragging a rather heavy choklit laden trunk behind her, which she duly dropped off with the others. Brand new owl cage, complete with a slowly hooting owl, in hand, Sarah strolled down the corridor towards the Prefect Compartment. She was hella nervous, that's for sure. Last term, and the one before, she had been sitting there all happy and waiting for the HG & HB to deliver their speech to the rest of them. Now it was her turn to do it - along with OLIVER....She was still yet to get over that little detail. SHOCKER!

Peering in through the glass, Sarah's face lit up as she spotted the one someone she was most looking forward to seeing. Lori Bristol. Best Friend Extraordinaire. And now A PREFECT TOO! WOOOOOOO. Grinning from ear to ear, she slid back the door and eased Screech's cage inside, quickly followed by her own body. "Loriiiiiii," she squealed, putting the cage on the floor and launching herself at her fellow Huffie. "Ohhhh, you look so good with that badge on." Which reminded her - Badge!

Taking it out from her robe pocket, she carefully pinned it to the left side of her chest. "How does that look?" she grinned.

Brant opened the door to the prefects compartment. noticing Sarah and Lori already there he said hello. "Hello Ladies" he said with a smile, "How was your summers?" he asked while sitting down.

Joe needed help so he asked a prefect for help then he said he has trouble with someone he said I will help then Joe left.

Brant was startled when a young boy came into the prefects compartment asking for help.

"what can I help you with" he said while raising an eyebrow.

Cameron was not a happy chappy. The scowl that was pursing her lips was not one of a happy girl. Prefect? Urgh. Professor Carlton's assurances had nothing for the redhead who'd [on her way] 'had' to break up two first years who'd been yelling at each other. Worst part was they were in Gryffindor. Now she to deal with the two twits all the time.



Her prefect badge was pinned to the bottom of her jumper - hopefully so people would miss it when they glanced her over. She wasn't exactly delighted about the job - she'd miss out on all the fun but the fact that the little mites had actually STOPPED yelling when she'd asked them to had been awesome. Muahhaha. Cameron had POWER! *evilcackle*
And while she wouldn't be able to do anything against the rules she was meant to be enforcing, she could make everyone elses life just as miserable. So pretty much, everyone in Gryffindor had to do their homework and attend classes or they'd face the wrath of Cameron. MUAHAHAH!

She HAD wanted to see Oliver, but nooooo, she had to trekk it down all the way to the back of the train to do Prefectory stuffs. Urgh. She slid the compartment door open and found a nice room. Wow. The Prefects and HG/HB really did get a sweet little area. Speaking of which.. who WERE the Head boy and Head girl? Eh. She'd find out soon enough. Glancing at who was already inside, she saw Lori.

Oh. Someone to talk to. That was nice. But what was she doing here? But her brown eyes were drawn to something flashy. Something shiny. Something that looked suspiciously like a Hufflepuff Prefect badge. *GASP*

"LOLLLLLLLY!" She exclaimed with a giggle and BIIIIIIIIIG hug. teheh! "Prefect! Omg. You're a prefect! You didn't tell meeee!" *pout* Because obviously, she should've been one of the first people to know. Releasing her, she looked to the girl standing next to her. *squiiint* Was that a Head Girl badge? Wasn't this chikka.. um.. wait.. she knew this! .. er.. SARAH! That's right. heh.

"Haiiiii." *smiley*

Erm... so this was actually scary. Like, REALLY scary. Not the sort of fear you felt before a Quidditch match, scary - that was more adrenaline than fear. This feeling, right now, was actual FEAR... and trepidation... like a real doubt in your capabilities and the sudden paranoid need to run away...

The lanky boy with the curly hair hovered outside the Prefects compartment, biting his cheek and contemplating whether to go in, or to follow his cowardice gut and bolt. He could go and sit with the troublemakers at the back of the train where he would feel more at home; because, still there was a niggling at the back of his twitchy mind telling him that there had been a mix up here, and the badge in his pocket (which he hadn't yet had the nerve to pin to his robes) had been intended for someone else. Someone more deserving. Someone more CAPABLE fer Merlin's SAKE!

Guh.

He glanced through the glass door, seeing there were already people in there. Oh... gawd.. he should suuuu make a run for it! Now, while he still had the chance!

But... he knew had to do this. The Gryffindor bravery the Slytherin claimed he had didn't extend beyond theatrics and showy stuff... like saving a couple of second years from the swamp on the fifith floor or attacking the Whomping Willow. Internal trepidation was enough to make him regret accepting this challenge.
He closed his eyes, took a breath, opened the door and entered.

Green eyes moved from Cam to Lori to Sarah to Brant and back again. Wait a sec! CAMERON! Sarah must have invited she and the Shoe Demon in here to keep her company. He didn't even know Cam and Sarah were close. His eyes fell on Lori's badge. LORI was a prefect!!? ...Erm.. like, seriously!? He screwed up his face totally missing the badge pinned to the bottom () of Cam's jumper.

Blehhhhhhh...

Tate had lost his marbles hadn't he? Appointing Oliver and Lori to be responsible leaders was complete and utter CRAZINESS.

But of course Oliver smirked through his nervousness and self doubt, hiding it like only a a true Snake could. The crafty bugger somehow even managed to look amused by all that was going on as he looked at the prefectos and Cam.

“Well isn't this cosy.” His eyes glinted darkly, mischievous smirk not leaving his lips as those sarcastic words left his gob. “But there's waaay too much yellow in here if you ask me.” Ah, ironic jokes already. What a perfect way to start a perfect journey. “Congrats you three.” He said to the two Huffies and Brant. The smirk became a smile.

And so his attention turned to the most important person in the room and he smiled warmly at Cameron. The sort of sweet, innocent smile he reserved for the girl he adored. He gave her quick,albeit awkward because there were people watching, peck on the cheek. “I wasn't expecting to see you in here...” More to the point, was she expecting to see him? He hadn't told her he was Head Boy lest he jinx it and received a letter telling him it had all been a silly mistake. He didn't want to look like a fool. "'S a nice surprise." *Smiley.*

Being first into the compartment was not so fun, it was so boring, and to anyone who peered inside, well she just looked like a loner. Which, we would like to point out, she is NOT. Lorelai Bristol, is in no way a loner. HMPF.

She hadn't had much to say goodbye to, just Donovan, and that had been heartwrenching, to say the least. Poor kid, she supposed atleast it was the last time she'd have to leave him again, apart from christmas. The last time, ever. Because she couldn't do it again. Not to him, not again.

Lori looked up as the door slid open and grinned, SARAH! "Saraaahhhhhhh!" She squealed, attempting to get up from her seat, but just being pinned back down by a hug. Scary bloody best friend. Heh. Releasing Sarah as she spoke, Lori nodded. "I look good without the badge. I make this badge look good. Riiiiiiight?" She laughed lightly, and posed once with a little pout before laughing again. She couldn't help being vain/

After all, she was Lorelai Bristol.

She laughed once more as Sarah pinned her Head!Girly badge onto her robes, and then smiled. "I'm so so so so so proud of you, you know thatttt?"


Lori happened to glance up and smile as Brant walked in, and she nodded at his greeting. "Hey Brant!" Sure, they hadn't spoken in school before, but she knew him. Of course she knew him. He had been the Gryffindor captain, and she was a Quidditch fan/player-at-times. "Summer was g-" The brunette raised an eyebrow as a young boy entered the compartment.

Brant had decided to address the boy, so Lori left him to it, Brant was more than capable, right?

Again.

Again, the door opened.
Again, it was a best friend.

WAIT?! A BEST FRIIIIIEND! EEEE! ZOMG!

Lori giggled as Cammy SQUEEEALED her name and then hugged her. "Camelottttttt! I'm a prefect! See, told youuu! I haven't seen you since... you know.. So you can't blame me! Besides, why didn't YOU tell ME?!" HMPF! Lori was SO important enough to know about Camelot's badge. She was, she was.

[b]"Cam you know Sarah, riiiiiight? She's our Head Girlyyyyyyy!"[b] Now, who on EARTH was Head Boy. And was he hot? Because Lori totally had claims, despite having a boyfriend. Hot Head Boy's were n--

-- OLIVER?!

"Glitter!Poodle. What are youuuuuu doing here?" Lori's eyebrows knitted together in confusion, and she just stared. STARED at him. Not for the fact she was trying to work out why he was in here, but more because she hadn't seen him since her almost-breakdown at the fountain, and she was certain he was going to mention it, and make her feel stupid for speaking to him of all people.

The Prefect discarded his congratulations, and just continued to watch him, before speaking. "Prefects, and Head Peoples only, Glitter!Poodle. I know you stalk me, and stuff, but later. Not now, i'm busy. And so is Camelottttt!" The extended emphasis on the 't' in Cammy's nickname came as he pecked her best friend [or one of them, we seem to have a lot] on the cheek. There was SO a time and a place for that. Like, NOT infront of Lorelai when she was in STARE AT OLIVER mode!

Now, back to Hot Head Boy's. That's it. Waaaaalk through the door, Mr. McHotford.

WOAH. What a convenience being at the Prefects' compartment would be. And having the permission---no, the privilege of occupying the compartment was just plainly splendid. Not only he wouldn't need to find a compartment to lodge in but he also could have a grand journey which he had longed for from the past five years of traveling to Hogwarts through the train.

With a broad grin habitually daubed upon his face, Cedric slid the door open and dramatically heaved a sigh as he entered. He had made it. No more hunting of an empty compartment. No more having a groups of girls asking him to join them. Ah, a hefty showery cloud of luck poured down on him. He was just being quite lucky.

"Great. Wow. It seems downright conducive here," he happily remarked in a dreamy tone. Subsequently, he contemplated the compartment, and saw people... he knew some of them. And that gave him the creeps. The creeps that rapidly surged through him.

Lori. The red-head girl who condemned him. SRSLY?

Nightmarish. That would probably be the best word to describe the very feeling he was having right now. But an excellent actor as he was, his face showed no tormented expression. His grin was still there. His lips quirked in the corners though, and he was at a standstill. Now, what would be the best next move? Go bananas? Stay calm? Man, he had been seriously inadvertently caught off guard.

"I'm happy to be here, I guess," he muttered under his breath.

Welcome him, yeah? You could give him hugs if you want.

Apparently Raiden hadn't realised just how many new prefects there would be this term. The tall young man had walked into the prefect's compartment, something he'd done habitually for three terms now, and was immediately met with a scattered handful of faces that did NOT match what his mind had expected in this particular place.

Huh.

Silently taking half a step back, he leaned and looked out the door. This was... definitely the right compartment. He hadn't accidentally walked into the wrong place. So... that meant...

Huh.

Stepping fully back into the room, he lingered near the door, still not fully convinced he hadn't wandered into some group's compartment. Even the presence of Sarah didn't help with the feeling of misplacement.

Slowly, he spotted badges, not even bothered about the fact that his own was shoved into his jeans pocket, the top of it sticking out and showing off a sliver of green and silver. Yeaaaah, seeing the badges still didn't help. The Gryffindor girl, especially, was throwing him off. Because that meant that... Gold had resigned?

"...hello."

Oh it felt so good to be back here. Back in this compartment, and even better to be sharing it with Lori. Her best friend, fellow Huffie, and now fellow PREFECT! The memory of Diagon Alley, when they'd shared the news with each other, still made Sarah giggle. And now here they were, and it was all the more real. And Lori was still vain. "You would make a bin bag look good," she laughed, poking her friend on the arm as she posed like a model.

Proud? Words couldn't convey how proud SHE was of Lori too. Grinning like an idiot, Sarah posed a little herself, and adjusted the badge, before throwing her arms around Lori's neck again. "Thank you, and I'm proud of you too." They had each other.

And all the other Prefect's it seemed....

The door opened, and Sarah looked up from her hugging to see Brant enter. He was wearing a badge too. Heh. Smiling at him as he took a seat, she nodded and was just about to respond to his question, after Lori had, when a young boy came in and took Brants attention away. Oh well, plenty of time for talking soon.

Just as she was trying to think about her speech ANOTHER person walked in. Someone who made her mouth drop slightly. Cameron? As in - red haired, Oliver's Cameron? WAS A PREFECT TOOO? But, they had never been properly introduced, so this should be interesting.

Sarah moved to the side slightly as the girl squee'd at Lori and they exchanged hugs and chat. She smiled quizzically as Cam squinted at her, finally getting a "Haiii" from the girl, before Lori introduced them. "Haiiii Cameron. Actually Lori, I don't think we have met before, so it's nice to meet you. Congrats on making Prefect." She held a hand out in greeting, not sure whether the girl would take it. From what she had heard she could be a bit quirky and temperamental. Or maybe that was just the Twitter stuff. Who knew.

And then of course, another really important person walked into the room. A phrase she never thought she'd hear herself say about Oliver. Staring to the point of rudeness, Sarah listened as Lori went off rambling a greeting, before telling him not now. "Urrrrr Lori? Hun? Oliver IS the Head Boy...." Yeah, that was still weird, even a week after hearing it from Trixie. She'd nearly fallen back into the crup display after that. But he didn't seem shocked to see her there. Did he know? Or did he just think that she was still Prefect? Either way she gave him a grin and a quiet "Thank you" as he moved onto his girlfriend.

How many Prefect's were there again? The door seemed to be opening and closing more times than she could count.

This time it was someone wearing a Huffie badge, who Sarah knew by name and sight only, not to actually talk to. And he seemed nervous. This was her cue to be nice, right? Although him being Torin's replacement was going to be strange to take in. Straightening herself out, she walked over to him, squeezing past the many people who were filling the room. "Cedric, right? Nice to have you here. Come in! Make yourself at home. Once everyone is settled, we'll all have a talk about stuff...." Right, Oliver? Merlin only knows what that stuff would be. Perhaps they could wing it?

RAIDEN!

Sarah spotted him entering, then leaving, then entering again. He didn't look too sure that he was in the right place. Must have been all the new faces. It would take some getting used to for her as well. Waving at him as he eventually came in to stay, Sarah grinned at his hello. "Heyyy Raiden. We have a few new Prefects..." What a way to state the obvious.

The boy who asked for help just left, with out saying another word Brant sat back down drinking some juice while trying to relax. He couldn't help but smile when everyone came in. It was going to be a great term.

Brant started to put his head back to close his eyes for a bit. If any one needed him they can always wake him. He had already gone around the train and talked to some first years ealier before he came to the compartment. He just needed some sleep and some food.

Glitter Poodle? Like, seriously, did Lori have to call him that, right now, in front of everyone in here? He raised his eyebrows disdainfully and then proceeded to just smirk at her when she began to stare.. and stare.. and stare.... and starrrrrrrrrre.

So it started to get a little disconcerting after a while and really wasn't helping with his nerves. She even eye-balled him as congratulated everyone and greeted Cam. He thought that was totally out of order if not a little bit freaky.
Er.. what? . “...Don't flatter yourself, Lorelai.” He replied when she accused him of stalking her. Seriously.. she wished. But as it turned out, she didn't know he was Head Boy. The smirk on Oliver's face grew a little. Oh ho ho ho. He could sooo have some fun here. “Hey.. I have a right to be here.” He sort of nonchalantly gestured at Cam as if implying that because he was dating her, he could stay as long as she stayed. Stuff the rules and the fact that neither of them were prefects. Apparently. Hehe!

But Sarah decided to pipe up and spoil his fun. “Brilliant – thanks a lot, Miss Party Pooper.” He said sarcastically. He looked skyward but then smiled at the Huffie to let her know he was kidding. He didn't even consider how she knew he was Head Boy. He looked back at Lori expectantly for her reaction and shot Cameron a sheepish look – she hadn't known either because... well Oliver hadn't told her...

He wasn't sure he liked the idea of this 'nice little chat' Sarah was droning on about. Two seconds on the train and it was straight down to business. Yep, she was Head Girl for a reason. Oliver, on the other hand, was still questioning whether he did have a right to be here.

Cue arrival of yet another Hufflepuff. Cedric? That's what Sarah called him. “Hey, dude.” He greeted him friendlily. And seconds later the door opened again, and in wandered Raiden. It was nice to see another Snake. Although Oliver hardly knew the lad, he respected him. He was waaay cool during the stuff with Lafay last year. “Hey, man.” Now the carriage was filling up. Who were they missing?

Cameron grinned and squeezed the girl. Eh. They were the same height. *giggles* Prefect? LORI! ZOMG. That was awesome! "We can do prefectorial stuff.. TOGETHER!" Yays, she wouldn't have to be so much of a loner. She grinned broadly at the thought. Oh.. yes. Her badge. -.- But she dismissed it. Perhaps with her fellow conspirator it'd be fun. "Do you reckon we can get away with more bad stuff now that we're Prefects?" .. And she totally wasn't joking.

"BECAUSE!" Eep. "I don't know.." She mumbled. When she'd gotten the letter, she'd stared at the little piece of metal for a good twenty minutes before she'd gotten up the guts to actually read what Professor Carlton had wrote. Exactly, WHO in their RIGHT mind would pick HER to be Prefect? Or did you have to be crazeh to qualify?

She.. kinda knew Sarah. Oopsies. Not a good look planning evil!deeds in front of the Head Girl.

Heh.

She smiled - she haaaaaaated meeting new people. It was always so awkward. But the chikka seemed cool. She smiled a little wider. "Thanks.." Not that she deserved it but.. yeps. She didn't blink when the girl extended her hand. Nothing remotely suprised the girl anymore. Not after she'd stumbled past her own reflection who.. didn't really look like her but TOTALLY did and had some weird name.. whatever. So she just shook it.

There was also someone else - someone she hadn't noticed. Someone that looked Gryffindorishish. Yeah. Wasn't he the Captain of the Quidditch team? Er.. what was HE doing HERE? "Hiii.. Brad right?" Yeah.. mega fail if she was wrong. Well it started with B she knew that much.

Then the door slid open again and Cameron turned to see Oliver. EEEEEEEEEE! OLIVER! .. wait a mo.. what was OLIVER doing in HERE!?

Seemed - from the quizzical look on his face, that he was JUST as confused. And then he was making lame jokes and Cameron scratched her forehead. Sweeeeeeeet. It was SO nice that he was saying 'Hello' to HER after she hadn't heard from him. He really was an epically, mega failure at writing. Honestly. PFT. Congratulations you THREE? Couldn't he COUNT! *flailllllll* She was a PREFECT toooooooooooo!

And then she got a smile. Oh, harrro Oliver. Nice of you have to noticed. But she sent him a small smile. "Morrrrrrrrning," She chimed cheerily. She was just about to ask him why he was in here, when he asked her the very same question. What was SHE doing in here? HUH!? Why was HE in here? Since when did Captains have anything to do in the Prefects Compartment? ORRRRR.. maybe he was visiting her! Aw.. that was sweet. But.. how did he know she'd..

She was mega confused.

Wasn't.. expecting.. to.. "Neither. What are YOU doing in here?" Yush. Answer HER questions.

Then the door opened - AGAIN and Cameron turned to find the boy that had stolen her PYGMY PUFF! Which was now munching on a celery stick in it's cage. "YOU!" She exclaimed with a scowl. Evil!Stealer!Pet!Boy.
Poor Pygie was now scarred from his little expedition of rolling around on the floor. *poutt*

Oh.. back to the conversation. She turned back around - Pygie was safely in his cage and would NOWT be stolen, touched, petted, licked, put germs on by ANYONE. Her purple fluff!bomb was HERS and she was not having him stolen again.

What was Lori saying? Eh.

Wait.. Lori was being stalkered? By WHO!?!?! Oh.. oopsies. She blinked confused as the conversation unravelled. Oh.. double oopsies. She hadn't actually TOLD Oliver she was Prefect. Perhaps because she feared he'd laugh in her face, pet her head and tell her WHO IN THEIR RIGHT MIND WOULD PICK YOU AS A PREFECT.

*gulp*

But Lolly was probably right. "You should probably go.. you don't want to get in trouble.." Trouble? PFFFFFT. When had Oliver cared about getting into trouble? Well.. she was just trying to be a good girlfriend/prefect. More Prefect as the Head Girl was RIGHT THERE!

But then just as Lori had voiced the dismissal.. Sarah spoke and Cameron's expression turned to shock. Oliver was Head Boy!?!?!?!?!?!?
Cameron squealed really loudly and gave him TOO a BIIIIIIIIIIIIIG hug. EEEP! That meant she had Oliver AND Lori to keep her company. AWESOMESAUCE. And having the Head Boy as a boyfriend had SOOO many benefits.

Ahem.

She knew that kid. That Hufflepuff kid. The one that had just walked in. She knew him from somewhere, yet she couldn't place it [no, it wasn't just from being in the same house]. So she just smiled at him, and nodded. "Hey!" He could introduce himself to her, or whatever. It wasn't like she'd pay toooo much attention. He wasn't Head Boy, nor was he that hot. So she wasn't intending much on staaaaring at him.

Back to Oliver staaaaaring. O___O

Lori turned away quickly to glance at Raiden as he walked in, and smiled softly. "Hey!" You don't know me or anything, but I've seen you about. HEY! The words, in which, she didn't say.

Chuckling at Cameron, the Hufflepuff nodded, "Suuuure we can d-- WHAT?!" The what was in reference to what Sarah had just spouted from her mouth. She spouted some unusual things at times, but THIS was just ...

Can you SAY facepalm?

"H.. Head BOY?! YOU?" This. Was. Not. Right.

PROTEST PEOPLE! PROTESTTT!

Lori just continued her little STAAAAARREEEEE at Oliver, this time her eyes all googlyfied, and her jaw in a funny 'o' shape. Why would someone have picked OLIVER as Head Boy? REALLY? REALLY?REALLY? *headdesk*

She wasn't going to congratulate him, noooooope. Because that would mean she had to deal with that he was above her. And he wasn'tttttt! She was intending to tantrum about this to Headmaster Tate. TANTRUUUUUM!

"I ... er... welcome?" Lame. Lame. Lame. But no congratulations.

Oliver wasn't going to be a hot Head!Boy.
Talk about depressing.

"Let's get this show on the road?" Pretty. Pretty please? No more awkwardness.

What a welcome. Exclaimed and scowled at him, huh? Very, very virtuous greeting.

He was amused to begin with. He barely hesitated to response, his eyes fired splinters at her, and his eyes appeared fierce yet tranquil, conveyed confusion but blended with total composure. Why spoil a good day? Why, indeed?

"Me?" he silently muttered, apparently transfixed at the moment. "YOU?"

What's with me and you?

And woah, good grief! Good thing that someone had greeted him other than the heedless, conceited, maliciously malicious red-headed amazon. Who wouldn't anyway? He was uncertain but Prefect Sarah, who was Head Girl now, sorta... kinda sounded matriarchal. He almost could have told her 'Thanks Mum' when she told him about stuffs and all, and he would surely make himself at home by the way. "Yeah, right. Thanks," he grudged a grin, meekly.

Someone addressed him again. Hmm.

Cedric cocked his head to the person who just spoke to him. The guy looked somewhat friendly and okay, and relatively familiar, too. He wasn't sure but he thinks he's seen him before... at the Quidditch pitch, probably. "Er, hey." He responded quickly. A knee jerk reaction.

Better not talk too much, right?

And another welcome greeting from... er, who? Oh, he knew her. That Lori woman. He just remembered her name but that was it. So what to say? Ah, where were his cool manners and intricate way of words? "Well, hi." Not that he should and would pay much attention to her as it very much seemed like she wasn't interested at him, too.

Cedric deliberately took a seat, with labored awkwardness, beside the window which he concluded would be the best corner to sit at. Was he gonna survive? Gonna fit in? Gonna make... friends?

"A few." The words were laced with amusement. Raiden was slowly recovering from his confusion, his thoughts finally recounting just how many had graduated the previous term and needed replacing. Sarah had put Oliver in at Head Boy, and she was obviously Head Girl... the fact that he still had a badge, and that there was an extra Hufflepuff girl, meant that at least he hadn't quietly been replaced and stripped of his responsibility without notice.

Now it was just a task of putting names to faces. These were people he'd seen around school, had had classes with. It was impossible to not know them on sight, but... he hadn't actually spoken to many before.

"Hey, man," he replied, grinning at Oliver and dropping into a seat easily. "Congratulations. And you too, Sarah."

His eyes flicked from face to face. Knew Brant, of course. He nodded greeting at him before looking at the Hufflepuff girl.

"It's ah... Lorasomething, right?" he asked, frowning. Merlin, that wasn't right, was it. His face drew a touch of pink and he smiled sheepishly at her. "Lori...? Ahh, I feel bad... I'm Raiden, 's nice to meet you."

The Hufflepuff boy was Cedric. That was easier to remember, and he'd definitely picked that up in passing. Grinning at the guy, he nodded his welcome. The grin faded slightly, however; Cedric wasn't all that talkative. Hopefully (?!) he was just feeling a little... er... overwhelmed. Raiden had known that feeling his first time being in here.

That left the excitable Gryffindor. The young man's eyes turned to her, curiously watching as she hugged all over Oliver. Yeah. She was very excitable.

Turning his attention to Sarah, since the girl was busy squishing their head boy, he jerked his chin gently at said girl.

"Gold left?" he asked, quietly. That was unexpected, if true. Gold had been a decent prefect. And where were Miles and his new co-prefect? He turned his eyes back to the Gryffindor girl, waiting patiently for her to be done being excitable.

After the little bombshell of Oliver being Head Boy, Lori seemed totally unsatisfied to sit in here. Heck, if it had been last term, she would have had another best friend in here. Two more infact. Yet, this term the train seemed to have lost a few of her best friends at the station. Or so, they just never turned up. Which would have hurt more, had she not known it was coming. Thank Merlin they had told her, really.

Her glance simply fell over to Sarah, and she subdued in a silence. Anything she said now, to Oliver, would come out incredibly wrong, and she'd be forced to flush red, and look like a complete stupid immature child. One of which, she would argue to the grave, she was not. Silence saved her this argument. And she enjoyed being saved.

"I'm Lori...." She offered up to the Hufflepuff kid. Might aswell be on name basis now. Or were they already? Heck, she never knew anymore. Names were too hard to remember if you weren't intending on coming across said person again. But she did know him, from somewhere.

"Lorelai, or Lori, yeah. Whatever seems fitting." She chuckled softly as she spoke to Raiden. "Don't feel bad. Just a simple mistake." She concluded with a smile, and then settled back into her silence, until she was mentioned.

... Gold.

"F..France, I think. Gold. France. I.. uh.. I think she went back to France or something. I wasn't in the right state of mind to take it in after she told me she wasn't -- uh.. France." Could she leave right now? Leave, and not come back? Because that was how she felt right now. Just a mention of her bff made her feel lonely again, and she obviously couldn't be dealing with it again.

Glancing up at Sarah, then to Cam, then slowly [and reluctantly] to Oliver; she chewed at her lip. They all knew how she felt about this lonely friendless stuff.

Miles walked into the Prefect car loaded down with chocolate and other types of candy. It was amazing that he didn't have a ton of cavities. Finding an empty seat he threw himself down with the pile of candy in his lap. "Hey guys!" he said with a smirk and his eyes widened as he saw Cameron there, "Now there's a face I didn't expect to see as a prefect." He smirked and sat back in the seat opening a chocolate frog.

Nia had dumped her luggage, and had casually started to head for the back of the train as usual, with Atlas on her shoulder. He'd taking to perching there recently. Then she'd realised she was meant to be elsewhere. A very particular elsewhere.

And now she was at the right car, Nia stood nibbling her lip nervously. Quidditch Captain last year had come naturally. It was a role she loved. But Prefect was...unexpected. Sure, she knew Cela had left. But she'd never expected to receive a letter over the summer with a new shiny Prefect badge in. The bsdge currently in her jeans pocket.

Not that she wasn't proud of being a Prefect. Because she was. Very much so. It was just tinged with disappointment. She'd never be able to lift the Cup as Captain, and it felt weird after the awesome team antics at the end of last term. Gulp. The team didn't know.

Anyway, it time to find out who else was on the Prefect team this term.

She slid open the door, and glanced round the room as she stepped inside. She recognised a few faces. That was a good start, and a smile crept across her face. Especially as she saw Miles already tucking into a chocolate frog.

"Er...hi all," she said, running her fingers through the side of her hair. Was she meant to just plop herself down somewhere? She didn't know the proper etiquette for the Prefect's compartment.

An announcement can be heard throughout the train:

"Attention Hogwarts Express passengers. The train will arrive in Hogsmeade within the hour. Please prepare yourself for the trip up to the castle."

Brants eyes popped open and he heard the annoucment. [b]"Looks like we should go tell some students little first years to go get dressed. Since Brant was already in his robes he started to get up.

"Would any one care to join me?" as he raised an eyebrow. It would be nice for some company for he surely missed Miranda. "I wonder what shes doing right now." while looking at all of the faces. "Wow, two of the captains last term is a prefect and ones head boy." he thought while holding back a grin.

"Congrats Oliver, and you too Nia." he said nodding in their direction.