Having said a tearful goodbye to her son and her husband, Anastasia climbed into the front of the train with a heavy heart. She was going to have to put a brave face though, and mean it, because she was about to be surrounded by chattering students for the next several hours.

Sigh. To the Prefects' Compartment she went, straightening her blazer as she walked and putting the final touches on her shiny new brooch. This ride would be so much better if Ethan were here too. Alas, Annie would just... be her usual, cordial, well-liked self, and would surely make good friends with her student leaders during the ride back to school.

HA!

That thought put a smile on the redhead's face, even though she would normally be frowning at the size of the compartment she was now sitting in. Shouldn't this compartment be larger, and well... better than an ordinary one, especially since she was riding in it?

After leaving his trunk and guitar case in the luggage compartment, Gideon debated where to go next with sachel slung over his shoulder and broom in hand. He finally opted for the prefect's compartment figuring he could at least check who was already around and leave the rest of his belongings there for safe keeping if he eventually decided to wander or later went on patrol. Or look for Selina who was Merlin knew where probably still rambling about her bat. With last June's trip, the prefect was glad Corvin had flown on ahead, not needing to carry his cage or a wandering raven around when there were sure to be cats there once more.

Reaching the prefect's area of the train, the seventh year slid open the door and slipped inside, closing the door behind him. When he turned back, Gideon was taken back not by the fact that he was the only leader around but that there was a woman clearly not a student already there. "Um...hello," he greeted trying to think of how to proceed. She had to be a new professor...right?

No more criminal time nappers?

"I'm Gideon Gert...one of the prefects," he decided to introduce, the boy reminded his badge was still somewhere in his pockets.

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After leaving his trunk and guitar case in the luggage compartment, Gideon debated where to go next with sachel slung over his shoulder and broom in hand. He finally opted for the prefect's compartment figuring he could at least check who was already around and leave the rest of his belongings there for safe keeping if he eventually decided to wander or later went on patrol. Or look for Selina who was Merlin knew where probably still rambling about her bat. With last June's trip, the prefect was glad Corvin had flown on ahead, not needing to carry his cage or a wandering raven around when there were sure to be cats there once more.

Reaching the prefect's area of the train, the seventh year slid open the door and slipped inside, closing the door behind him. When he turned back, Gideon was taken back not by the fact that he was the only leader around but that there was a woman clearly not a student already there. "Um...hello," he greeted trying to think of how to proceed. She had to be a new professor...right?

No more criminal time nappers?

"I'm Gideon Gert...one of the prefects," he decided to introduce, the boy reminded his badge was still somewhere in his pockets.

"Gryffindor Seventh Year, am I correct?" The Bunz stood and approached Gert, her hand already out in handshake formation. She took in the boy's head-to-toe appearance in one quick flick of her blue eyes and then nodded.

"I'm Headmistress Anastasia Truebridge. How do you do, Mr. Gert?"

Okay that was weird.

He mused to himself but didn't outwardly show any real reaction. "Aye...ye are correct," Gideon confirmed, reaching out his own hand to give the woman the polite handshake she was offering. He could feel the appraisal even without seeing her look at him and when she finally introduced herself it became clear why.

Welcome. "I am well," the Gryffindor answered, "and yourself Pro--Headmistress?" Gideon started to say professor knowing Tate had taken both of his titles interchangably at times, but corrected himself and using her proper address.

Louisa got rid of her trunk at last and had only her two cats to worry about. They weren't much really because the unnamed one was peacefully sleeping in the cat basket while Viola, the tabby one, was strolling after her owner meowing at random stuff. The Ravenclaw wasn't in the mood of talking to weirdo cats or pay attention to what she was meowing at. She needed to take a naaaaaaaap in the Prefects compartment where there are way fewer students than the rest of the train.

... and other kind of people. Like this classy woman. Louisa paused at the doorway of the compartment and somehow the fashionable lady made her black hoodie and jeans, I-am-depressed attire, look so incredibly vulgar. She cleared her throat and pushed the hoodie away from her head, "Hello" To the woman with a nod and, "Hi Gideon." She greeted her fellow seventh year before walking forward and sitting on the edge of the seat, her basket was placed next to her. Her other tabby cat happily pranced inside the compartment and gave a couple of welcoming meows before positioning herself on Gideon's shoes and liiiiiick. Louisa sighed and gave the boy an apologetic smile, he knew what to do, it was like this last term too.

Oooh. They were riding in the prefect's compartment? Merlin, what a damper for the poor students. Cassandra Rae-Branxton peeked into the compartment and was delighted to find the Headmistress was already settling in. Certainly this was the right place.

She'd politely given the woman space on the platform, knowing exactly how it felt to climb on the train and leave little ones behind. There wasn't anything she could say to make it sting less, but if the woman wanted to talk about it... Just offering.

"We'll be nice and snug in here, won't we?" Cassandra put her purse at the end of the rack and took a seat near the door. Hopefully her wayward daughter would wander past.

Sierra Greingoth grumbled under her breath as she made her way to the prefects' compartment. As far as summers were concerned, this one was yet another bad one. She tried not to make eye contact with anybody as she made her way down the aisles, stopping when she came to the compartment that had been hers to ride in for the last few trips to and from the school.

She really hoped Kennedy was inside, but...she wouldn't exactly know that unless she actually opened the door and went inside. So that's just what she did.

Her big, brown eyes scanned the area making a quick assessment of everybody she saw there.

There were adults in here. Not of-age students or professors, but...people she didn't know. She eyed one and then the other, until her eyes finally fell on Gert. Well, he was a Gryffindor, but at least he was familiar. That was worth at least a little something. Oh, and...Louisa, too. She wondered if the girl was name Head Girl. Either her or Hollingberry. Yes. Familiar people. Not that Sierra was scared, oh no. She was just...cautious of these random people.

"Gert," she said, and that's all she said to the boy. "Louisa," she said, giving a nod to the girl. She sat down, eyeing the adults the entire way. Where did this redhead think they were going? The royal ball? The other one...well, she didn't have her figured out just yet. "Hello," she finally said. Why were they in the prefects' compartment anyway? Didn't any first years need some company? "Sierra Greingoth," she finally said, "Slytherin prefect."

...and YOU are?

Gideon looked over towards the door as it opened again once his hand was back at his side, this time to let his fellow seventh year enter. "Hello Louisa," he returned, giving a polite movement of his head with his greeting. He was about to move perhaps to take a seat when he felt pressure on his feet and looked down after seeing the Ravenclaw's look his way.Only to find her cat licking his shoes. "Hello to ye too," he said reaching down with his free hand and have the top of her head a scratch. Cats didn't bother him...only when his familiar was around.

Yep...Corvin is safe.

And then another older woman joined the trio in the Prefect's compartment. Another new staffer? Gideon wasn't sure but he did briefly wonder if they were gonna fit. The area could be tight with just the prefect's and captains and now they looked to be having all sorts of professors with them as well. "Hello," he greeted her as well being nice. There was something about her that looked somewhat familiar in some way but he couldn't put his finger on it.

Hearing his surname, Gideon turned and looked once more, well from the waist up as he was unsure of moving Louisa's cat from his feet. "Greingoth..." he said, returning her choice of greeting with a slightly raised eyebrow. That was strange but at least it was a greeting from the Slytherin.

"I am doing fine, just fine, thank you, Mr. Gert." Anastasia shook his hand firmly and then let it go, looking instead to the other new arrivals to the compartment. Cassandra received a smile, and then... Annie was left looking between the two females.

Neither looked like the Gryffindor girl, but they didn't seem like Puffs either. That left one to be the Head Girl and one to be the Minister's daughter, and it was evident which was which as soon as the children spoke again.

"Hello," she went with a blanket greeting for both girls, offering neither a handshake just yet. What was the Head Girl wearing, anyway? Pajamas? Ugh. "Ms. Carter, Ms. Greingoth. I am Headmistress Truebridge, and this is.... Board of Governors President Rae-Branxton." Or whatever she wished for them to call her. "Her daughter will also be attending Hogwarts this term."

That wasn't why she was here, of course, but... it was a detail, and took some of the attention off herself.

Well, Cinderella seemed to be the social type...

Sierra noted that she didn't get a handshake like Gert did, but who cared about that sort of thing anyway. Were these people somebody's parents? She was just about ready to be content enough to gaze out the window for the rest of the trip when the woman formally introduced herself.

"Headmistress?!" Sierra said, a little more surprised than she planned to be. Clearing her throat, she sat up straighter in her seat. "I mean..." Another throat clearing. "Well, welcome to Hogwarts then. Or, at least our ride there." Her gaze traveled to the other woman. The Board of Governors?! "To you, as well, Miss..." Errr... "Branxton."

So now what? Sierra looked to Gert. Well, go on. Say something.

"Sierra," Louisa greeted the Slytherin Prefect back insisting on using her first name. Heh. She somehow liked the girl's "cold" attitude with everyone and liked to poke at it from time to time.

Of coooooourse the woman was the new Headmistress, this was the last touch that crowned today Louisa's worst day of the year. The Ravenclaw's eyes went slightly wide as she stumbled on her words, "Oh! Um… hello Mrs. Trueb- I mean Headmistress Truebridge." She even bent down and snatched her cat off the boy's feet. This just was the worst time that her shoe-licking cat was allowed to be free. Thank Merlin her other one was sleeping, who knew what kind of paranormalcy she so suddenly could develop? "And Mrs. President..." she went on with her greeting, a small uncertain smile etching on her face. What were you supposed to call women in leading positions?!

... "That's nice," Louisa replied to what the Headmistress said about Rae-Braxton's daughter before looking at the President of Board Governors, "Is she just starting school?" A cute clueless firstie? Or a stuck-up seventeen years old?

Cassandra smiled broadly at the Headmistress, a sort of reassuring smile that said she found whatever the woman was doing at the moment to be entirely acceptable and worthwhile. It was such a stressful job, really. She patted the seat beside her to indicate the woman ought to sit while she could.

"That's an enormous mouthful of a title, isn't it? I'm perfectly happy to be called Professor." She wasn't quite sure she wanted Genevieve brought up like that, not when her independent daughter had been so adamant about not wanting special treatment... but she was kidding herself if she didn't realize that transferring in one's seventh year was the epitome of special treatment.

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Well, Cinderella seemed to be the social type...

Sierra noted that she didn't get a handshake like Gert did, but who cared about that sort of thing anyway. Were these people somebody's parents? She was just about ready to be content enough to gaze out the window for the rest of the trip when the woman formally introduced herself.

"Headmistress?!" Sierra said, a little more surprised than she planned to be. Clearing her throat, she sat up straighter in her seat. "I mean..." Another throat clearing. "Well, welcome to Hogwarts then. Or, at least our ride there." Her gaze traveled to the other woman. The Board of Governors?! "To you, as well, Miss..." Errr... "Branxton."

So now what? Sierra looked to Gert. Well, go on. Say something.

"Sierra and I have met," Cassandra gave the girl an amused look. Teenagers were little bundles of bad attitudes and it was hard to hold their dispositions against them. They simply couldn't help it. "You attended my philanthropic event over the summer. Your father was one of my special guests."

And the girl had lurked in the corner and sneered at people the whole time. Not... quite the charmer.

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"Sierra," Louisa greeted the Slytherin Prefect back insisting on using her first name. Heh. She somehow liked the girl's "cold" attitude with everyone and liked to poke at it from time to time.

Of coooooourse the woman was the new Headmistress, this was the last touch that crowned today Louisa's worst day of the year. The Ravenclaw's eyes went slightly wide as she stumbled on her words, "Oh! Um… hello Mrs. Trueb- I mean Headmistress Truebridge." She even bent down and snatched her cat off the boy's feet. This just was the worst time that her shoe-licking cat was allowed to be free. Thank Merlin her other one was sleeping, who knew what kind of paranormalcy she so suddenly could develop? "And Mrs. President..." she went on with her greeting, a small uncertain smile etching on her face. What were you supposed to call women in leading positions?!

... "That's nice," Louisa replied to what the Headmistress said about Rae-Braxton's daughter before looking at the President of Board Governors, "Is she just starting school?" A cute clueless firstie? Or a stuck-up seventeen years old?

"Genevieve attended Beauxbatons for the past six years," Cassandra tilted her head slightly and took in the uncertain smile on the girl's face. Ms Carter? This girl must be the Ravenclaw Head Girl, so she was a responsible student leader in spite of her unease.

"I'd consider it a special favor if you'd make her feel welcome."

"Yer welcome," Gideon said as they shook hands before staying back as she introduced herself to his companions as well as explain the other woman in the compartment. His head quickly turned once more to look at the woman just named by the Headmistress. Her title caught his attention at first, Board of Governors on the train?! But it was her last name that finished off the surprise and answered his mental question as to why she looked like someone he knew. Or rather just met at the barrier and hung out with on the platform. Rae---Branxton

A look from Sierra...what did that mean?

Gideon had no clue seeing as he didn't spend that much time around her to know how she worked really. And if she was anything like the Slytherin girl he knew the best...Elektra...he was bound to be confused. Anyway.

"Nice to meet you Pre---Professor Rae-Branxton," he said correcting himself midway and adding to his previous greeting as she told her prefered form of address. "I'm Gideon Gert...Gryffindor prefect. And it...seems I've met yer daughter already."

Wait. Whaa?!

They had?! This got Sierra's attention...and fast, too.

"I..." OH, DEAR MERLIN. "So I was," she said, but her words came out a bit too fast. She eyed the woman with her horror-filled eyes, begging her not to say anything terrible about her in front of her peers.

...and the new Headmistress.

"It was a lovely event," she said. "Oh, and I met your..." WAIT. No. NOOOO.

...WHY?!

She didn't finish that sentence. All she knew was that she had a seventh year to make nice with...and fast, too.

Ian came in with plenty of sweets. He had raided the food trolley. There were liquorish wands, Bertie Bott's Every-Flavour Beans, Droobles Best Blowing Gum, Chocolate Frogs, Pumpkin Pasties and Cauldron Cakes in every pocket. In each hand he held a chocolate frog, though the one in his right was nearly finished. "I swear, my wife never lets me have these." He pointed at the headmistress with a chocolate covered finger. "Don't tell her please..." and then he saw her.


"Ladybug!" He said bending down to Alexander's girl. "Aren't you precious! And a prefect to boot." she said looking her. "Congratulations..." Wait. Did he know that already? Had they discussed it? Oh well.

Kurumi's head was swimming with thoughts as she boarded the Hogwarts Express and reluctantly put on her Gryffindor prefect badge one last time over her red and white stripped shirt. She would have rather been able to spend this train ride as just Kurumi Hollingberry, no titles...just herself...but she was going to have to put it on sometime... It was a reminder of all her accomplishments...and of her failures...but she didn't allow her mind to linger on this too long as she slide open the door and...

Oh....hello....lots of people....

"G-Good day," Kurumi said with a somewhat startled expression on her face when she noticed the crowd already present. She had been expecting the other prefects to be here...but not...who ever these people were. She then remembered the conversation she had had with Elijah on the platform over an article in the Daily Prophet about the Board of Governors being on the train and what it could possibly mean.

What DID it mean?

Composing herself quickly, Kurumi adjusted her hold on Walnut's carrier - now he DEFINITELY wasn't being let out - and bowed deeply to the guests first. "I'm Kurumi Hollingberry."

So much for just setting her remaining things down and leaving, which had been her intention since she had promised several younger students she would met them and answer questions about Hogwarts and provide cookies. She glanced around at her classmates and sort of gave each of them a small nod in greeting before her eyes were back on their visitors. "Welcome aboard the Hogwarts Express." And to the prefect compartment too, but that went without saying.

Kurumi took a moment to quickly glance over her shoulder. Nessie had been able to follow her here, right? Kurumi had promised to show the new Hufflepuff captain to the prefect's compartment and with how crowded the corridors were right now, just having departed the station, Kurumi was a bit worried that the red head had gotten lost in the crowd.

Louisa instinctively tilted her head to the opposite direction of the woman's head, then she un-tilted it, her smile slowly fading and replaced by a serious but somewhat friendly expression. And was that last question a trick?! Special favor? The Ravenclaw didn't know whether Rae-Braxton said that simply or if she was testing the Head Girl.

...or maybe she was seriously paranoid after that horrible day.

"Of course. I have friends from Beauxbatons and I think I can help her... blend in quickly," she decided on a casual innocent conversation with no tricks/hidden meanings whatsoever. Mhhmmm. Not that she quit looking at the woman trying to decipher her words but still. Oooh, look at that! Gideon and Sierra seemed to have met the girl already. Oh good... or not so good in the Slytherin's case, considering the way she just froze and looked.... paler? Oops.

The compartment's door slid open then and a man with chocolate frogs! Louisa quickly tightened her grip on her cat as the feline gave some pleading meows and made a sign of jumping on the man. And as soon as he acknowledged Sierra, Louisa couldn't help but give the younger girl a smug smile. Hopefully this show was going to be amusing, Sierra Greingoth. Hehe.

Then the door slid open again and the Gryffindor girl walked in.. rather sad too. Louisa gave her a nod as a greeting as well before squeezing herself and her cat basket on the seat.

What was with this term already? Sierra was flustered with all those adults around, Kurumi was not so happy and Louisa had her depressed outfit on. Yeah.. definitely not a good time for a new Headmistress, President of Board Governors and Chocolate frog man meeting.

With Puffles hidden away in her brown bag, Nessie continued taking step after step as she kept her eyes on Kurumi that was walking before her. She was following Kurumi as she was not exactly too sure of the way to the Prefects Compartments. She hadn't ever had a reason to go there, and it was her first time ever heading in that direction. If one thing it was, it was exciting, but then maybe also Nerve-racking.

Wait..where did Kurumi go? *blink*

One minute Kurumi was there and the next she had instantly dissapeared. A pout formed on Nessie's face, but she continued to walk straight not sure what else to really do. Then that's when she saw it the compartment right in front of her, it must have been where Kurumi dissapeared to.

Taking a deep breathe, Renesmee walked in. The new Hufflepuff Captain scanned the room, as a small smile grew on her face. It was nice...but still a train was a train and a compartment was a compartment. It was when Ness noticed there were three adults standing there that she paused her gaze.

Erm...why were they here? Odd. Before Ness could come up with any reasons, one of the adults bright red hair caught her attention. "EEEEP! ANOTHER RED HEAD!" ...Whoops! That was supposed to be kept as a thought. It took Nessie a few seconds to actually figure out it was said aloud and when she did. She almost started to scream she was so embarrassed.

"Um..sorry." she said helplessly as she could feel her cheeks begin to redden.

Oh good, there Nessie wa-----

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Yep, Nessie was here alright... yep...

Kurumi's jaw dropped out of shock and mild amusement that those words were the first ones that the Hufflepuff uttered in the prefect compartment with her new title. Not that there really were any right or wrong words to be said, it was just interesting and, well, somewhat fitting given that this was Nessie.

Somehow managing to close her mouth, Kurumi stepped to the side slightly to give Nessie a bit more room and then turned back to the visitors who she still didn't know who they were. "And this is Nessie Dixon, Hufflepuff Quidditch captain."

Since, well, Nessie didn't seem like she was capable of introducing herself at the moment...

Speaking of red heads....where was Selina?

Chewing the last remnants of his licorice wand, Milton swaggered into the Prefect's compartment for the first time. There was some sort of a squeal that he assumed came from that ginger puff, but he just ignored it. Weirdo. He took a moment to glance around and paused when he saw an older attractive ginger woman and some other lady. Who were they...?

Milton then realized that he didn't care and that he would probably find out later, so he walked past them to plop himself down onto the bench by the window. Take her away, train conductorrrr...

This term was ALREADY starting off somewhat horribly. She had dealt with lunatic first years scaling the side of the train, then people didn't know where Mortimer was and now she had went to the food trolley on her way over to the prefect compartment and found that they were fresh out of licorice wands. What had the redhead done to deserve such a cruel fate? The world was out to get her. She could have dealt with crazy first years and the lack of licorice wands. But when you take away a woman's beater bat THAT was when things got personal. It had been all summer without her bat and she was starting to get very, very impatient with the whole ordeal.

So as she pulled back her headband in frustration, Selina tried to convince herself that her luck was about to change. Pretty soon she would be in the prefect compartment with her friends and her not-so-friends, but there would be cookies. Cookies made everything better and since Selina did not mame those first years like she had threatened she supposed that it meant that she was off the hook with Kurumi. Which meant that the Gryffindor girl had better have cookies awaiting her. One did not simply joke about having cookies. Especially not with someone like Selina.

Bursting through the prefect compartment doors, Selina scanned everyone in the compartment looking for one person inparticular, "Oi Hollingberry. Cookies... please tell me you have them." It had been a rough day and she was not up to really being sociable until she got her cookies in hand. But as she marched over to her friend she said hello to everyone on her way.

The large smile was sent in the way of her fellow captains, Milton and Nessie, "Hey guys, good summer?" She genuinely liked all of the captains. The redhead supposed that it had a lot to do with the fact that they all had something that Selina really loved in common- Quidditch. Just past Nessie was Sierra Griengoth with her usual sour pout, "Griengoth," she nodded. Not much more to say there. Then she saw Gideon and gave him a small smile, "Hello there." They would talk later. Besides, she was on a cookie mission. AND ONLY KURUMI HAD THE COOKIES. Speaking of cookies, she was about to sit down beside Kurumi when she saw Louisa. With a smile she said, "Oh hello Louisa."

Then Selina sat down beside Kurumi and put out her palm awaiting some form of nourishment. She didn't hurt those first years... now it was time to pay up. And Selina knew that Kurumi always kept her stash of emergency-Selina-cookies on her person during the school year. Well, now was a brilliant time to take 'em out.

Suddenly feeling like she was forgetting something, Selina looked up around the room and saw three older faces. One of the women looked very familiar to her, but not because she had seen her before but because she had seen the features before. The redheaded woman was a complete stranger and so was the man. "Oh hello there. Sorry I missed you. Cookies. You understand." Cookies were universal.

Her eyes shot open in shock when it finally clicked what Selina had been missing. She looked between all of the older members in the compartment and exclaimed, "Oh my! I am so sorry! I had almost forgotten!" She dug deep into her sachel and pulled out flyers, "Have any of you seen my bat? And, er, excuse the typo... it was two thousand and seventy-eight." Not 2088... Selina was so worried she forgot to double check. COULD YOU BLAME HER? THIS WAS SERIOUS!

Dylan was not ready to come back to school. It was as simple as that. Not enough vacation for him...Not enough sleep...Not enough of a lot of things.

...And there was the thing about him almost losing the badge. The Slytherin Quidditch Captain couldn't very well come to school without THAT important piece of metal...

...But here he was, making his way through the train, shiny pristine badge in place. He'd been stopped several times by random people offering their congratulations on his accomplishment. Dylan wasn't sure if she should be offended or not by the general surprise. Pfft. He'd been the Captain for the better part of last term...Did they not think he'd be keeping it?

Some people...

Also...he'd been lucky enough NOT to see either of the Ravenclaw terrors yet. It was a good thing...The Slytherin had decided if he did happen to see them, he'd swiftly jump out of the nearest window. This was NOT an exaggeration...Dylan knew it was just a matter of time, though. Those two were like brain ninjas...and he HATED them both. Yes. HATED. Caps lock necessary.

With the Prefect compartment in view, the Captain paused outside the door and took a deep breath. The other Captains would be in there...and he had no idea who'd been picked. He knew about Ness, but was generally unsure about Ravenclaw. Gah, he was going to hurl if it was who he thought it might be. Not that his discomfort would stop there. Nope...Gah, Indy's brother was the Ravenclaw Prefect, wasn't he? And the girl Prefect. Dylan didn't know her and didn't want to. All Ravenclaw girls were TROUBLE. He'd been involved with enough of them to know first hand...

Yep. So, it was decided. He'd peek his head in for just a moment and then leave. Yes, yes. That was the plan.

Making sure his swagger was in place, Dylan knocked on the door lightly before swinging it open. Stepping into the compartment, he smirked at his fellow leaders. Yep. Shacklebolt was there...as was Skylar (he KNEW she'd be returning) and Dixon. *GLARE*

Oh, Dixon...And to think he'd danced with her...Ick.

Not here, Dylan!!...Wait until you get to school...

...and WHO was this older REDHEADED lady...? Yes, he might have been staring...a little. Who could blame him, though? She had the fabled REDHAIR...and was extremely pretty. There was some other adult in the compartment, too...but Dylan merely glanced at her...Was this lady going to be a teacher? Oooh, what subject? The Captain would definitely make sure to attend her lessons...*cough*

"Greetings to you all." as an afterthought.

Okay, okay, okay. Elijah had said that he was going to be staying out of trouble, but technically checking out these visitor people and the new Headmistress wasn't exactly trouble. Not the time-stealing-old-hag kind of trouble from the previous term. He had heard some mutterings through the train about how the visitors had made their way to the Prefect's compartment.

Peering through the window slightly he could see that a good number of the Prefects and Captains were present... except for the Hufflepuff boy one that is.

Ahem.

And so the door opened.

"Hello everyone! Oh! I didn't realise we were going to have company in our compartment on the train ride to school guys," he said glancing at his 'fellow' Prefects, flashing them a small warning look out of sight of the adults as if to say 'Don't grass me in or I'll remember it.'

"Hello there," he flashed his best smile, turning to face the adults, "I am Lewis Rasting. I'm the other Hufflepuff prefect." He raised his hand out for one of the adults to take it. They'd all want to grab for it, obviously, since it was practically the world's most gorgeous hand, of course.

Yes. Hands can be gorgeous. Shush.

Vickers made his way up the corridor, a perplexed look on his face. That talk with Louisa at the Concourse was weirding him out, and just out of concern that she really was ok and its not him jumping to the wrong conclusions again, the Ravenclaw lad decided to take a quick peek at the Prefects' Compartment, just to be sure.

When he got there, he had just caught to hear the last part about being Lewis Rasting, the other Hufflepuff Prefect. But Vickers can clearly see the curly head-- this was NOT Lewis Rasting.

He was just about to flick the top of Elijah's head when he spotted the adults in the compartment. AASDFSASDGHGHJKF!! Are those the visitors the Daily Prophet said would be riding with them? He turned his head and stared at Elijah "Errr... Lewis?... tugs sleeve "...I need some help with something....at the the other end of the train." nudging head towards THAT direction "Can you come help me?"