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Griffona walked onto the train, for her third time. She knew which car to stay in with her friends, and went immediantly there. She sat down and started to chat, looking out the window at her mother, sitting there and waving.

Caythrin looked at the train. Here we go again... she thought, hoping Slytherin wouldn't tease her again. She went to the third car and sat down with her friends from Ravenclaw.

Harley wiggled his fingers goodbye at his teary-eyed parents standing close together beside the steam-engine that is the Hogwarts Express. He was pretty close to tears himself. He would be saying goodbye to his walk-in closet at home and *sniff* all his shoes and scarves that was his life blood.

Grabbing the side of the train doorway, he hefted himself and his trunk up and inside and squeezed past all the different smelling people-not necessarily smelling good either-and looked for a suitable car where he could somehow make friends and mingle with his fellow wizards and see if anybody knows boutiques near Hogwarts so he could keep up with Donatella Versace's season.

He hobbled gracefully towards the first car and looked inside to see some mean-looking kids glaring at him as he approaches the sliding door. Well, I guess I won't be sitting here, Harley thought. With a flick of his blond bangs, he strutted to the next one. It wasn't actually really bad on that car. The kids were all incoming first-years and they were pretty excited as he was. The only problem is, they were loud and coughidioticcough. They talk about nonsensical things and it was annoying Harley. So, he politely took his trunk out of the caddy and told them that he had a friend waiting in another car.

He had time left until the Hogwarts Express departs for the school. So with a frustrated sigh (he won't be sitting in the hallway anytime soon), he went inside the third car and crossed his fingers. Inside, he saw older looking teens looking serious yet having fun at ease with their companions. Some of them were bringing books with them and reading, and some were talking about stuff that interested him. The words Runes and Arithmancy most especially intrigued him. Now these are my kind of people, he thought. He scanned the car for a seat and found one next to a girl silently contemplating something ((Caythrin)). "Hello there, mind if I sit with you? I have been looking for a seat for ages and this one seems more suitable than any other. Man, I'm sweating inside my designer shirt and pullovers, how gross. I'm Harley by the way, and you?" He tilted his head to the girl.

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"I'm Caythrin. And of course I don't mind, I think Jenny has some sickness or other, and I know everyone else wowon't mind, right guys?" Caythrin said, as all the others nodded.

Griffona looked around out the window and saw her mum apparating to the school.

Harley sighs in relief. "Thank goodness. I was sooooo tired of looking for suitable places," he utters as he hefts his trunk and owl cage up into the cubbyhole and plops himself down beside Caythrin. "So, why do you go to Hogwarts? What career do you dream yourself to be in? Me, personally, am into Spell Creation, you know, like, Miranda Goshawk and The Standard Book of Spells type of thing." He chatted with the group.

Inside the owl cage, his Snowy Owl called Mint hooted as if in recognition of his voice. As they talked, the train continues to move on.

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(Should we all put our characters in the same Year just for interaction reason? I personally think it'll get quite messy with the different time schedules and such. Sorry for the short post, couldn't think of anything much.)

Crysia wistfully glanced out the window, the grassy surroundings unfamiliar to her. She was used to cobblestone roads or marble floors, like the ones in the city. She enjoyed the sight of it, but not the thought of leaving her father behind sickened her. My father is sick. I should have every right to stay and tend to him instead of that wretched woman. Crysia thought bitterly, her arms crossing. Her mother wasn't in good shape to take care of her father. In fact, her mother shouldn't even of had the right to own Crysia and her brother. We should both be in custody, with our father sick and that woman as our guardian. She thought, stroking her Kneazle's golden ears. The cat-like creature yawned and curled up on Crysia's lap to fall asleep. Her mother had only gotten Crysia the Kneazle so she would shut up. She belonged to a wealthy pure-blood family, but didn't speak of it much. I hope I don't get Gryffindor. She thought, shuddering at the thought of being in the same house her mother had been. Crysia didn't want to turn out like her mother had. Her Kneazle's breaths began to steady, and Crysia stopped stroking her pet and rested her chin on the back of her hand to ponder about her future life at Hogwarts.

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Caythrin nodded and said that she wanted to ban an aurora, and that she liked charms and transfiguration. She said that she was quite good at them both and was an animagus, she could turn into a leopard. Then she demonstrated, and turned back. Her pet leopard at home was nice, and she had a beautiful spotted owl with her named Frost.

Griffona slept and as she did her animagus wolf skills came into place and she turned into a wolf. When she woke up she realized this and turned back to a human, her orange tabby cat purring.
"Come on Firestar, let's go see if any others know us..." she said.

Zach got on the train with his brother

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Zach didn't know anyone except his brother

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Crysia glanced out of her compartment's open door, and saw a girl in the distance. That's Professor McGongall's daughter. I wonder if she's a snob... the look in her eyes makes her seem okay, though. She had an orange tabby. Crysia did not know anyone in the train. She had spent her first three years of learning magic in Beauxbatons, but transferred to Hogwarts. She was in her third year. Crysia sighed, and looked up to the ceiling.

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Zach was a little grumpy because he was over aged for a regular year 1 student

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Griffona walked slowly down the hall(?)/corridor(?) of the train. She saw a compartment that had a girl in it and walked up to it. Knock Knock Knock. Griffona looked at Firestar, who was now grooming himself. She turned back to the door when it opened.
"Hi! What's your name?" she asked the girl within.

Caythrin looked around.
"We should be starting soon..." she said before looking out the window at the few late arrivals. Then she looked outside the window and excised herself.
"Erm... I've got to check something, BRB!" and she was off. She was checking on the Weasleys. There was, as scheduled, another one this year, but there was another kid that she had suspicions about. She went into a compartment that had two first years in it.
"Hello! Who.. are you?" she asked the boys. "You're Ron Weasley, aren't you? But who're you?" she asked the other boy. "Are you... I heard rumors... But... You're Harry Potter, aren't you?" she asked excitedly. He nodded and she flew out of the compartment and back to her own. "I saw Harry Potter! He's on the train!" she burst out to the others.

Zach did not find any empty compartments but still he found one with two people in it one with orange hair and another with glassess

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((you did NOT just go there. You just did, I stand corrected.))
Caythrin looked at the shocked faces around her.

Zach saw his brother calling him so he left the compartment and went to see what his brother was saying

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Griffona looked at the girl in front of her, a kneazle paced in the compartment.
"Who are you?" she asked the girl again.

(Going to guess she's talking about Crysia...?)
Crysia snapped into reality, looking down from the ceiling (ceilings were her saviors from the trouble going on around her) towards the girl and her Kneazle. "My name is Crysia. Third year," she said, struggling not to waste her chance in befriending the girl. She seems like a fun one, Crysia observed. "What's your name?" She asked.

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Zach sits down in a compartment which he finds empty

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