He of course did not think it would start this way. He heard the soft click of the door and looked to see who entered. Olivia Phillips?! Had there not been anymore compartments available now? Was she forced in here against her own will? He had thought she was finished with any kind of interaction with him over something as silly as Pink Every flavor Beans?!

He was sure this was going to be a very quiet ride to School for sure. Then she spoke. "Phillips" He responded in only the same manner as she had. Last name only and in the same tone of ridiculousness that she had managed with his. "Right? Seems it's been some time." In that said time he'd had completely chopped off his Hair and just gone with something Shorter. Surprised she even recognized him.

He wasn't even sure what he could chat to her about even if their speaking terms weren't as damaged from before? What was she into again? He had noted how into Make-Up she was with the Newman Sisters, or into singing and acting out she was with the Ravenclaw Prefect Bronwyn. What could he say to break any kind of looming silence that this compartment would soon be enveloped in? He had worn Nail Polish this Summer. He does like to sing...though maybe not her style of Music?

he reached into a bag he had sitting beside him and pulled out small box. In doing so a few pieces of parchment with writing on them spilled out of the bag, but he had not payed attention to that. He held the box out toward her. "Bean?"

Blaise was listening, even as he got up from his spot and walked to the door, he was listening to Clara's explanation. The only thing was...girls never came in ones and he would rather not chance another intrusion. Never before had he been more appreciative of his mother's watchful eyes and his father's stern words than in this minute for the fact they'd forced his wand onto his person and he was able to draw it, effectively casting a 'Colloportus' on the door.

First and last bit of magic for the year probably, but he wouldn't say it was wasted. Nothing said 'keep out' like a locked door.

Reholstering his wand, the Gryffindor flopped back onto the seat next to her, his arm resuming the position it had taken around her shoulder before they were interrupted earlier.

"I like the way you put it. Nothing complicated about it or drama filled, just figuring it out." Seeing what worked, what didn't and if this was going anywhere at all. "I've got one condition though." Of course he did. "In future we stick to words, not punches--words the other one hears." Because really even if she did think he was the worst--which she'd just said she did--she'd never said it to him so there was nothing he could have done to fix it. Similarly, he didn't forget the way she'd savagely attacked him the night she read his notepad.

In comparison, words seemed hella safe and far more effective.

Oh! Oh she knew that voice! Charlotte whirled around, a big smile appearing on her face.

"Dora! Hi!" She was talking to her again? Really?! Finally! Oh wait, parchment? Char looked puzzled.

"I did?"

It seemed like mere seconds when she'd finished her sentence when she saw Blaise suddenly standing up & heading for the compartment door. Why was he leaving? Did he lie to Chloe & to her? Did he really not want to figure this out like he'd just said? What was going on? Very confused she was immediately asking, "What are you do-"

Before she could even finish she saw him reaching for....his wand?

Just then Clara watched as he cast a Colloportus to lock the door. That was when it all made sense & Clara just shook her head as he came back to sit beside her then watched as he wrapped his arm around her shoulder as he had before.

The redhead looked at him as he said agreed with her but apparently had one condition. To actually use words instead of physical violence. That was going to be hard but, "That's fair..No punches.."That was when she remembered and gasped, "And I'm sorry about the smack by the way....My bad.." She gave an apologetic smile before giving his cheek a rub. It really wasn't intentional, she was just surprised & kind of flailed, he was just the unfortunate one to be so close to her when it happened. Lucky for him at least he's not bleeding this time. "And I hope that condition goes for you as well, because it'd only be fair." Nodding, it was fair, it was extremely fair.

Her eyes went back up to Charlotte when she spoke, a weak smile on her face. She suddenly felt very awkward... A W K W A R D!

A small shrug rolled off her shoulders as she pointed to Charlotte's left foot. "Might not be yours, but you're stepping on it. So... I figured." But yeah, might not be. The blonde girl took a few steps toward her friend (?), but stopped a ways back. She didn't want to invade personal space after all. "How was your summer? "

Couldn't hurt to go through some pleasantries, right? Besides, it felt odd that they lived so close but had not hung out at ALL this summer. That was the first time EVER that they hadn't, ya know.

Charlotte lifted her foot having had not noticed any parchment until Dora pointed it out.

"Nope! Not mine! Lets see what it is though!" She stooped to pick it up then held it out tantalizingly. Gryffindor curiosity, right Dora?

Apparently oblivious to the other girl's awkwardness, Char lit up at the question.

"It was maybe the best summer ever! I went on a big family holiday to the Maldives! And Bast brought his girlfriend and I brought Dalton and Katy brought Blaise." which was still hilariously crazy to her. Honestly. Less hilarious was the eventual bust up between Bastien and Blaise and Katy's revenge plots against Kelly but at LEAST things with her and Dalton had gone swimmingly (lulz, literally, there was swimming) and she'd had a great time with her brother Callum, her sister Chloe, and her little cousin Leecy. Oh and parents. And aunt and uncle. But honestly, it wasn't so much about the adults. That was where the majority of her tan had come from. "And then a bunch of different camps, and visiting people and people visiting me and then Daxton came and stayed with us for a while," And Char wasn't completely sure if he wouldn't be coming back to stay again, given his circumstances that she wasn't about to gossip on. "And Henry took me to a fair, and I went to the beach with Hazel and I met a really nice boy in Diagon Alley!"

As per usual, she could talk enough for two, so if Dora wasn't inclined to, Char's chatter would fill the void.

He might have explained what he was doing, hearing most of the question she'd asked but the spell pretty much spoke for itself and he was sure she wouldn't be needing an explanation. If her reaction to Chloe walking in on them was anything to go off of, she wasn't exactly keen on inviting more guests in either. At the very least, his face would thank him for this.

Speaking of his face, an apology. "Given the circumstances, I'd say it's fine--but I also think I now have a closed door policy." As in, he'd probably never kiss her anywhere that harboured the possibility of someone suddenly happening upon them again. Clara was a punch first, process the situation after type of person and he was all for minimizing the risks.

He raised a brow as she added the last bit. The same for him? "You mean the words or the punches?" Though he supposed it would technically be the same thing. He meant it all. "I can't hit you." Or any girl, not according to his father anyway...which was one reason why she shouldn't either. He'd never be able to retaliate and it would only frustrate him. "And I'll use words--I always use words; you should know that very well." A lot of people should have, really. It got him into trouble often enough.

Dora shook her head and gave another weak smile. She had curiosity, sure, but given that it never seemed to yield positive results for her... she was less inclined to act on it these days. The last time she had acted on it... well, that was a literal life altering event. So. No thanks. Char was welcome to read it, though. She even encouraged the thought. "Go on, then. What does it say?" It was probably something lame like a shopping list someone dropped on the platform.

Oh. She was just... going for it, huh? Listing all of the things.

The only real reaction that Dora gave, though, was the small smile that came across her face at the mention of Bast and Blaise. Heh. Dora had heard from Bast regularly over the summer, so she knew that situation. But her eyes may have glazed over a bit as Char continued. "Yeah. You have loads of friends, so I guess you were busy," she said as she leaned against the window and turned her head to peer out. It always made her dizzy when she watched the landscape RUSH past, but she did it every time. "And boys are trouble. You should focus on other things." And that was not judgement. It was just Dora speaking her mind. That was HER personal opinion.

And yeah she thought most boys were trouble and they needed to be punched.

She blinked at him before letting out a sigh.

"I know you're fine, 'given the circumstances', I was just taking the initiative to say I was sorry. She could see he was fine, she's not blind Blaise! Sheesh. Although a closed door policy didn't sound like a bad idea at all. It was probably the best thing, mhm, that way she wouldn't be prone to hitting him again at least not right now anyway.

Really? Did he honestly think she was even talking about the punches? That was a moment for rolling her eyes & that's exactly what she did. "You know I meant the words." Unless he really didn't know what - oh jeez now he was saying he couldn't hit her. Was he serious? "Obviously! That'd be the biggest mistake of your life. Why would those words even leave your lips?" And she meant that. That shouldn't even have been a thought. "That's what I was talking about. Use your words, just ugh never mind we both are going to use words." She let out a dramatic sigh feeling all flustered after that mental spiral of confusion & frustration before leaning her head against his shoulder.

"M'hhhhm," he nodded, a small lopsided smile playing on his lips. It had been a great time at the lake, really. Azura was so sweet, though. "Lock it and throw the key away," he teased. It wasn't that big of a deal to him, keeping it a secret. He was proud to be friends with Azura. Only, thinking about it, it tugged at the back of his mind that Katerina might not like it.

Weird. Thoughts were weird.

Cornelius chewed on the end of his sugar quill, studying his friend here. "What's that lil' face for? Something bugging yah?" It was cool how he could tell when things bothered her. Or when she was happy. Or simply things. He noted all of them.

Stock on more for him? He felt special now. "Jeez, thanks, Miss Az," he grinned. "If it has good amounts of sugar in it I'll eat it." Seriously. Even licorice.

"I know." His fingers moved to idly fiddle with her hair, something easily done with her head now resting on his shoulder. "I was just letting you know I wasn't mad about it." Anymore. He wasn't mad about it anymore, but he'd been proper peeved when it happened without explanation. Apologies weren't something Clara did often, not from what he could tell so he was meeting her halfway but not holding what happened against her.

"You can't say nevermind if you're meant to be using your words." It was counterproductive but given the fact even he could tell this line of conversation would likely end with him sitting on the other side of the compartment or one of them storming off, he'd be fine with dropping it. They'd both agreed anyway. No point prolonging it.

"Have you figured how we'll find that Nundu yet?" Admittedly he'd been meaning to ask for a while and with the need for a change in the conversation to keep both tempers at bay, it seemed like a good enough time.

Why was Ace laughing? Did he really find her that funny? Genny was pleased and so she only grinned even wider, making that chocolate-y tooth be more visible. "Wha-- oh." She snort!chuckled then passed her tongue over her teeth to clean them. Good thing she didn't embarrass easily.

His mom with the baby?? Awww! "I didn't know your mom was pregnant! Awwww," she wiggled in her seat and got her legs up and crossed underneath her. "So this is going to be your first sibling, huh? I like babies, but aren't you scared he's gonna take all the love from you?" Because as much as she loved babies, she simply would go insane if her mother got pregnant and brought another Genny to the family. Just... no.

Oh wait a minute. So his mom wasn't his real mom? Aw. Genny smiled softly at his explanation. "Well a mom is a constant presence, doesn't matter if she's the one sharing your blood." She realized that fact quite well. It truly didn't matter. "But hey, you guys are getting a new family member, congratulations! You look so happy about it." She was going to bask in his happiness as long as he was okay with it (she wouldn't but she was not Ace).

Azura felt herself smiling a bit more as she looked over at Cornelius and heard his words, she pretended to lock her lips and throw the key away. "There, all locked up. " She said with a warm grin at him. That day on the lake still crossed her mind and it was nice to know that things weren't complicated with them..

Easy was something she craved right now.. Needed even. Any more complicated in her life and she was going to legit go crazy. She sucked on her sugar quill, deep in thought when his voice made her look up at him and a half grin appeared on her lips.

There were only a few people who could tell when somethin was wrong with her.. He was one of them. And there were even less people she would tell the truth about what was actually going on..Him also being one of them..

"Chris.. My boyfriend.. He saw his ex girlfriend on the platform.. And now.. " Azura's voice broke suddenly.. Saying that out loud.. Had suddenly made it very very real.. "Now.. We might not last the train ride.. He barely even noticed I was around when he saw Mia.. " She bit her lip and looked down, the hand holding the sugar quill was going white around the knuckles as she tried to control the wave of emotions that was threatening to overtake her..

It took a few minutes of gathering herself before she was able to look up at him..

"Anytime Cornelius. " She said with a warm smile.. Glad to change the subject from her crumbling relationship..

She would never be good enough, would she?

Sitting in the train was fun but oehhh, she wanted to be at Hogwarts too so she wished that the train would go faster! She noted that Brooklyn wasn’t looking at her but she shrugged, she didn’t cared much about it, she needed to prove herself first she thought, let others see that she really was going to be a Slytherin. Her feet were too small to touch the ground while sitting on the bench in the train so she dangled them back and forth without really thinking about it, no, she was too distracted!

Brooklyn responded to her and snapped her attention back toward the older girl and her cat. “Tywin… I’ve never heard of that name, but that’s probably because it’s uncommon in my language, most cat’s in Dutch are called Poekie or Simba” Leesha grinned at that but shook her head, ”Not that I would choose such a lame name!” Grinned the younger girl. She wanted to say more, she actually already had her mouth opened to talk some more when Brooklyn responded to one of the questions she had asked earlier and she… Pulled her wand and made fire! “WHOA!” She grinned, “That’s cool!!! I want to learn too how to do that!” Leesha’s eyes twinkled excitedly while she thought about what she could do with that spell but the older girl ended the spell too soon, probably afraid to burn the train or something like that… That was sad because she would have liked to see such a fire!

Still with her feet dangling under her, just a few centimeters above the ground she thought about what more she could learn at Hogwarts! Making fire was one of the coolest things she could think about now but she was sure that there were other thinks too she would like. Completely distracted by her own thoughts she heard how Brooklyn spoke again and she grinned, “California! I want to go there too when I’m older, it’s hot there and I like to swim.” She paused, remembering again that she needed to give the other girl some time to respond before she asked one last question, one she really couldn’t hold back, “How old are you and in what year will you start this year? You look old.”

Char glanced at the parchment but pouted. It was blank. Sad. Oh well! She screwed it up and looked around for a bin.

"Nothing. It says nothing." Just so Dora knew.

She tipped her head to one side, wondering if there was some reproach there in Dora's comment. Well it wasn't Charlotte's fault that they hadn't spent time together, she had written an apology to the note Dora sent her (and what was with people only telling her things that really ought to be said in person in writing? This was an ongoing thing, though the time with Rooney had been much much worse for Char, since it was out of nowhere), and Dora was the one who was being distant, and not even just since the weird stuff, but in general. Char missed her terribly but as she didn't feel there was a problem, it was in Dora's court to reconnect. And that was what this was, right? Char gave her a bright smile.

"I DO have a ton of friends, but I always always make time for anyone that wants to make time for me!" This was a reminder. Always! Even if she had to borrow a timeturner from someone, she'd make it happen. Because even if she wasn't as good at being a friend as she used to think herself, friends were still the most important thing to Charlotte Kettleburn.

"Mmm. I don't think ALL boys are trouble. I like them!" Really! "But I think I'm maybe a BIT better at keeping away from the trouble ones now." There, Rooney Bronwyn, the meanest prefect in the world, had taught her something.

Maybe.

"Are you going to tell me about your summer?"

Ahhh, it was good that he remembered her. Although their first conversation was short-lived and also a really long time ago, Vivian didn't have any problem with remembering names of people she'd met. The blonde smiled at the boy. "Yeah, that's me!" she said. Sure, there'd be other Vivian's in Hogwarts and on Earth in general but... really. "And no problem. I'm currently not sharing my compartment with anyone. Having someone around would be better than being alone." Not that she was getting lonely, but she eventually would.

... Did Marshmallow's presence bother him? "Yeah, I got her last term as a present," Vivian said and nodded. "She won't bother you, I promise. She wouldn't hurt a fly." A fly, yes, but her animated toy dog from last term? Maybe a little... but she wasn't going to scare Ethan off by saying that. Other than that, Marshmallows was a harmless ickle Kneazle. "Do you have any pets with you? Or maybe at home?" It kinda made Vivian miss Prancer, her aunt and uncle's dog while mentioning that. She was going to miss the fluffy cuddles.

And while the Slytherin still had some stocks, Vivian offered him a sugar quill. "I have chocolate and licorice wands here too, if you want to switch."

Janelle was momentarily unsure about whether she should have entered the compartment or not. Some people liked to be alone and she did not want to infringe on anyone's "personal space". Fortunately her compartment mate-to-be did not seem to mind. Encouraged now, Janelle went over and sat down opposite her new acquaintance.

"It's very nice to meet you Mason", Janelle said. And he was new to Hogwarts. She'd had quite a bit of experience being the new kid, so she could definitely relate to his situation. "Fifth year, cool. I'm a sixth year and I'm in Ravenclaw. I happen to think that Ravenclaw is pretty awesome, but then I'm biased. All of the houses are nice. I'm sure you'll love wherever you end up." Transferred from Durmstrung too? Janelle always wondered what the other wizarding school were like, having no basis for comparison. Although her sister had first hand opinions on Beauxbatons, but that was neither here nor there.

Having learned from her first, very hungry ride on the Hogwarts Express, Janelle reached into her bag. Out came some chocolate frogs. Holding one out toward Mason, she said, "Have one?" While unwrapping hers, she continued, "I learned the hard way.......when on the train, bring snacks. They have delicious food at Hogwarts, but it will be a while before we get to eat." Taking a bite of her candy, Janelle savored every bit of it.

Cornelius chuckled softly. The conversation about trust he had with Noelle a while back sprung back into his mind. No, he didn't trust easily, but he did trust a few. Azura being one of those people.

The center of his focus switched as he watched and listened to his friend. Chris was the other boyfriend after the Durmie one. He knew that much. But apparently he was being a jack-butt.

Not able to stand watching sweet Azura so anxious, the Slytherin boy stood up and sat beside her, his arm looping around her shoulders. He had absolutely ZERO clues about relationships. The closest he's been to the topic was when Katerina had asked his opinion on girlfriends, and really, he didn't have any. Was he supposed to have one? How do you even boyfriend if you have a girlfriend?

So with zilch relationship experience Cornelius figured squishy cuddles made for better comfort. He would probably end up giving Azura the birds and bees talk if he tried to go into it. HA.

"He was probably impacted? Maybe didn't plan to see her?" Cornelius would have been shocked to see someone he hadn't been expecting to see. Like he had been. M'hm. That's why he almost passed out. "Would you like to go look for him and clear things out?" He wouldn't mind if she did. If that meant it'd help her feel better then he was all for it.

Azura was really trying not to be a downer, she was having so much fun hanging out with Cornelius and she didn't want to bring her overthinking Ravenclaw mind to the equation and ruin this. It was sort of her problem really.

This was why she usually didn't tell people about her own problems. She was there to make people happier, not to bring them down by whatever drama she was having this week. Which.. was her own fault.

She turned to look over at her friend as he came next to her and put an arm around her shoulders and she gave him a slightly watery half smile as she lay her head on his arm. "Thanks." She whispered softly as she bit her lip a little and just tried to breathe.

"Yeah, he probably was." She agreed with him, but in more ways than one. Though she shook her head at his next words. "No, I feel like he has some things to work out.. He's.. still not over her.. so.. Might be best if I leave him alone for now."

She took a breath as she tried to calm down.. She knew this day was coming, she just didn't think it would be so soon.

Liv was just wiggling her foot, unconcerned about whatever inner turmoil her former bestie had going on. See, she wasn't really a girl of deep, in-depth thinking. Nope, more a "do it and see what happens" type, for sure. And well, she was here to bury the hatchet ... or whatever that muggle phrase was. She'd heard her da say it before...

Anyway, they were getting older, you realize? It just seemed entirely silly to allow whatever missteps of the past to fumble further friendship. They'd been in preschool together. Mhm.

"I'll have a bean if you swear a blood oath to never call me a coward again." This was important business they needed to get out of the way. Mhm. First things things.

The inner turmoil continued in his head at Liv's next few words. They had not spoken in so long, Torrance had almost forgotten what for until she had mentioned it there. He did in fact call her a coward. To him it was for good reason. She wasn't stepping up and trying Bertie Bott's Every Flavor....oh. He quickly resented holding out a Bean for her to try. If this was her idea of his peace offering he just messed up big time. She didn't think that did she? Should he have done something better? Was a Song and Dance number in his near future after all?

What were normally used for Peace Offerings? Pelts, Spices, Money? No, that stuff was too Ye Olde Timey. Liv would just think of him less. Besides where would he get an animal pelt at a time like this. He supposed he could go to the Luggage Cart and well...best not think more on this idea...

"Blood Oath?" Was she aware what that would mean!? Was Olivia truly that determined to make kind of Oath with him over something like this?! They would be sworn to each other! A Blood Oath was about Loyalty. They would become unofficial Siblings of a sort. She would be his Blood Sister! Torrance always wanted a Sibling. He just never thought he would obtain one in this manner. "Okay."

How could he pass up the opportunity to finally have a sibling, a sister. Even if it was Olivia Phillips. The girl who up until this point wanted nothing to do with him.

The fact there wasn’t a fuss being made over Brooklyn not physically looking at Leesha proved at least one thing. The girl wasn’t entirely stupid and she knew she would have to prove herself if she really thought she’d belong in Slytherin. Just wanting to be one didn’t count, after all. You had to actually be a Slytherin to belong. You had to act like one, and with all the questions, the seventh year wasn’t certain the younger girl was right now. Of course, it wasn’t the little girl’s fault as she didn’t know yet, and in some ways Brooklyn wasn’t entirely compelled to teach her.

“It’s from a book series,” she replied simply, her thoughts flickering back to her own first year and the discussion that had started her and Maggie off on the wrong foot. Stereotypical pet names, and the questions when one didn’t choose to use one. Of course, neither of her own pets had stereotypical names. The comment from Leesha received a nod. Choosing not to go with the flow was a good thing. Although the reaction her trick with the bluebell flame got concerned her. Potions might be awfully dangerous if the younger girl liked fire that much, and Brooklyn wasn’t about to put her favorite class at risk. “I’m sure you will,” she said calmly, not betraying her concerns. It wasn’t her place to deal with keeping a firstie in check, after all, but she might mention it to Hady or Hugo at some point if necessary.

The distraction hardly bothered her. It created a moment of quiet that was nice after the babbling, but then the moment ended all too soon and she glanced back at the younger girl. “Only during the summers, and it depends on where in California you go.” Maybe stereotypes weren’t completely avoided after all. She let it slide from now, but then after another pause something else was said that caused her to raise an eyebrow. ‘You look old.’ If she was trying to be complimentary, the girl certainly wasn’t going about it right. “I’m a seventh year. Just turned seventeen in August.” She was not old. In fact, she was possibly one of the youngest in her year and she definitely did not look old.

Dora quirked a brow when Charlotte pouted. Heh. She was ridiculous sometimes. In a good way, ya know? Turning her head back to look at her she simply chuckled a bit.

And no, there was no reproach or any sort of ill will behind her words, just stating a fact. Charlotte Kettleburn DID have a lot of friends, so she was probably busy. Facts.

The distance thing wasn't entirely Dora's fsult, though. Not as far as she was concerned anyway. Charlotte had done something that made Dora mad. Whether Char wanted to admit it or not, it had still hurt the other girl... but as for general distance, maybe there was something to be said for that. But, the Umbridge girl had been going through some things that Charlotte (and really VERY FEW others) could never understand. Furthermore, she wasn't exactly keen on BORING her friends with her problems seeing as she had, in the past, been made to feel like a burden. Not by Charlotte, but others. And well, that made Dora put another brick in her imaginary wall, as it were.

Teen angst was a thing.

"Sometimes there just isn't enough time in the world, babe." Again, this wasn't a hit at Char, merely an observation. It was virtually IMPOSSIBLE to give everyone EVER the attention they needed. Especially when some (namely Dora Umbridge) needed more attention than others.

"I haven't met many that aren't. Of course there are some exceptions, but... " she trailed off and gave a nonchalant shrug. She had opinions that weren't always popular, but whatever. "Glad you have some insight, though. " She even gave a smile to the other girl. A more relaxed smile than before.

Her summer had been... stupid. She spent the tail end of it grounded. Grounded for LIFE is what her dad had said, and no amount of crying had yet to change his mind. Sighs. "I didn't do anything exciting. Holiday with my dad and brother then hoke the rest of the time." Not ENTIRELY true... she had run away to Bast's that once. That is, until her dad showed up and took her home. That had been the most embarrassing moment of her LIFE. U G H.

"Hey. I have an idea. For some extracurricular studies this term. You in? " Dora asked with a conspiratorial smirk dancing across her lips.

Tory was still SO easy, but also ... Torrance Spade, Olivia Phillips would be appalled (and totally grossed out, to be honest) if you presented her with animal pelts. That was a step too barbaric for this particular Gryffindor, bruh. Ahem, anyway... No, him offering her a Bertie Bott's bean right now wasn't offensive in her eyes. Bygones. That's what that was....

BUT HIS FEALTY WAS REQUIRED.

Wiggling her foot a bit more, she stood abruptly, thrusting out her scrawny arm. Yea, she'd said a blood oath, but they didn't have a way to do that right now....and she didn't trust herself to use a slicing charm. What if she accidentally amputated her hand?! With her magical luck, or lack there of, it was totally possible. Just saying.

"Rise ... and repeat after me, Sir Spade." The dramatics. There would ALWAYS been dramatics. It was her LIFE BLOOD, after all. "I, Sir Spade of Saskatchewan..." Giggle. "... son of great Lords and Ladies, swear to you Olivia, Princess of all things Disney...."

When she got into character, it was hard to break it. "...that from this hour in the future, I will be a FAITHFUL friend, who does NOT call you ugly, degrading names." H M P H!

Xiomara was beyond exited. She never would have dreamed she would be on her way to a school for magic, much less one as famous as Hogwarts, after all those years in the orphanage back in Mexico. She had already begun playing around with magic with her mom even though your not really supposed to but now she had her own wand and was about to learn so much.

The compartment she was in was alone but she didn't mind. She had already been overwhelmed when she visited Diagon Alley again once school had let out. Her mom was right to go shopping before the rest of the kids would be there. So when there were throngs of kids and adults the last few weeks, Xo was able to just wander around.

Looking out the window, she ran her fingers along the length of her wand and chewed on the inside of her cheek.