Gotta Get Back to Hogwarts

[Evelyn Myers]

"Dad! Come on, let me go! I’m going to be late," Evelyn said in a hurried tone, locked in what seemed to be a never ending hug by her dad. "The trains going to leave without me, I want to ride with all the other kids." She gave him a pouty look and was blissfully released. She knew he hated it when she went off to school, but it wasn’t like she was leaving forever. She supposed she was lucky he was even letting her go to school, for she knew he’d played with the idea of teaching her himself. It was a threat she got every time she got a little sassy with him, which was becoming more frequent as she neared her teenage years.

"Fine, go. Leave me," he whined at her, more whiney than she ever spoke. Sometimes she had to wonder who the adult in this situation was. The next minute it was obvious that he was joking when he gave her a smile and started his pre-school pep talk. "Now Evie, make sure you behave yourself and study hard, or even if you’re not going to study at least go to class. Don’t let those boys distract you, I did when I was your a—"

"Dad! Gross, ew stop it," she groaned as she threw her hands over her ears and rolled her eyes. When she was sure that he had stopped she uncovered her ears and hugged him again, giving him a kiss on the cheek before she let him go. "I’ll be good, maybe study when it’s convenient." She let a small giggle escape her lips and stuck her tongue out jokingly, then grabbed her trunk before he had a chance to carry the thing to the train for her. It was might lighter than she remembered, not having noticed the lightening charm her dad had put on it right before she scooped it up. "See, I can handle this," she said proudly as she began to walk towards the train. "I’ll see you soon! Love you!" She was able to free one of her hands from the trunk and wave before she stepped onto the train and lost sight of him.

Heaving a great sigh, Evie made her way down the train in search of an empty seat. Her late arrival on the train thankfully hadn’t cost her a seat, and when she found an empty compartment she threw her trunk up above and sat herself down, watching out the window while the train signaled that it was about to leave the station. It felt like her stomach was full of butterflies as she thought about her return to school, nervous but excited for the start of new classes and making new friends. The butterflies were quickly quieted and replaced with annoyance when she spotted an orange cat moseying its way down the train, stopping at her compartment and hopping into the seat next to her.

"Chee," she groaned, rolling her eyes as he tried to go all buddy-buddy on her and cuddle up next to her. The cat, she could only assume, was sent by her dad to keep an eye on her. She didn’t need a babysitter, she was twelve now! That was basically a teenager which was basically a grown up. "You’re going to leave him all alone, are you? Great idea furball." With an exasperated sigh she scratched him behind the ears, giggling a little as always when she saw the white patch of fur under his chin that looked strangely like a beard. He was getting quite old, it had to be at least fifteen now. As much as she hated that he’d been sent to spy on her, she was glad to have at least one familiar face here on the train with her.

[Ivy Hayes]

Ivy had been sat in her compartment for a while, talking with the other people on the train, getting to know new people. Well they were all new to her obviously as this was her first year at Hogwarts but some of them had seemed to already know each other. They'd all seemed friendly though, but Ivy grew restless and impatient. The train had hardly left the station and already she was bored of the journey and the small talk between her peers had moved onto subjects that either didn't interest her or she knew nothing of to comment on.

Standing from her seat Ivy excused herself from the group proclaiming she needed to stretch her legs. She slid open the compartment door and stepped out into the corridor, sliding the door shut behind her. She sighed, tucking her long red hair behind her ears, she was so excited to get to Hogwarts but without some fun this train journey was going to turn tedious very quickly. She didn't even have a book to read or anything, her brother had tucked her trunk up onto the luggage rack before she could rummage through for anything to occupy her on the journey, and she wasn't tall enough to reach it again. Typical brothers!

So with nothing else for it she was going to have to explore the train and meet some more new people. Maybe she'd see that girl she'd met at Diagon Alley, or a sibling of someone who knew her brother. But really anybody would do, she would just have to be careful not to be branded the annoying 'ickle firstie' who bugged everyone on the train there.

Ivy began to wander down the corridor, peeking into each compartment as she passed. Just a fleeting glance, she didn't want to give anyone inside the impression that she was staring at them, they were all rather packed with people who looked older than she was and nerves got the better of her. But when she came across one compartment, where a girl was sitting talking to a cat that was sitting beside her Ivy decided to wander in and introduce herself.

The girl looked to be about the same age as Ivy was. Ivy smiled brightly at the girl as she petted the cat, "Hi, hope you don't mind me barging in. I was just, ah, having a look around the train. Got kind of bored and wanted to meet some more new people. I'm Ivy, will this be your first year too?"

[Evelyn Myers]

Evelyn had contented herself with watching out the window absentmindedly as they passed through the countryside, thinking about which classes she would take at school. She would like to try flying, but her dad would probably have a heart attack, not being very good at the subject himself. He'd never let her try it either, claiming it was too dangerous - no wonder she was in such a hurry to get on a broom. Perhaps she could sign up for the class and conveniently forget about it when she was talking to him.

As she heard someone enter the compartment, Evie turned away from the window and smiled at the girl, giving her a wave that indicated that she didn't mind a visitor in the slightest. "Hello! I don't mind at all, I love meeting new people," she replied with a smile, scooting the cat farther into her lap so that there would be more room for Ivy if she wanted to sit next to her. "My name's Evelyn, but lots of people just call me Evie. And this," she gestured to the cat, "is Sir Cheesepuff, but I call him Chee because I think that name is a little silly."

Even though she felt significantly older, having turned twelve, apparently she didn't look the part yet. Maybe she should invest in some makeup. "Second year, actually. But close enough," she replied, shrugging her shoulders. It wasn't like she had a problem with first years or anything, she loved them really, but she remembered how scared she was her very first time going to school. She certainly didn't envy them. "Are you excited to be starting school?"

[Ivy Hayes]

"Nice to meet you Evie and...chee did you call him? Though I have to admit I think Sir Cheesepuff is quite a cute name." Ivy said as she tentatively reached out to pet the cat, but stopped herself and instead asked "Is he ok with strangers?" Not wanting to have her hand scratched off.

"Oh a second year. I thought it must be something like that. I passed a lot of the other compartments but they all looked LOADS older than me and, I'll admit, I was a bit of a wuss and decided against going in to talk to them." Ivy said with a shrug. "I met another second year when I was shopping in Diagon Alley, she said she was a Hufflepuff I think, what house are you in?"

Ivy found the houses fascinating, and the sorting hat was one incredible bit of magic. "I'm so excited, you have no idea. I've been waiting for this day since the first time my older brother started. Couldn't wait for it to me my turn you know. So is it as good as I'm hoping it will be?" She had to ask. Ivy had a tendancy to babble when she was excited and she hoped that Evie could keep up with and make sense of what she was saying.

[Evelyn Myers]

"You can call them that if you'd like. He's used to both," Evie said with a shrug, surprised that anyone but her dad thought that it was a good name. She thought it was what made him turn into a grump in his old age. Even with the word 'Sir' in front of it, it wasn't the most dignified of names. "He should be alright, he's a bit of a grump sometimes but he seems to be in a good mood." She scratched his forehead and then pulled his chin up so he was looking her in the eyes. "Be nice, Chee. Or I'll...send you home." A empty threat, but he usually listened to her without threats. That was what she got for being his favorite. "Yeah, you can pet him, he's harmless really." In case he didn't take kindly to being called harmless, she gave him a nice tummy rub to make up for it.

"Ohh, well I'm glad you came in to talk to me!" She smiled and nodded her head. If Ivy hadn't come in here, she probably wouldn't have met anyone on her train ride here and it would have been awfully boring. She adored making new friends. "I'm in Gryffindor," she replied, grinning proudly. "I think my dad was rooting for Ravenclaw, that's what house he was in. I never told him but I always wanted to be in Gryffindor. It seems so much more...exciting." She paused, then quickly added, "But Ravenclaw is a great house too!" Hopefully she hadn't offended the girl or anything, if she wanted to be in Ravenclaw.

Evie laughed as Ivy explained how how excited she was to start, pursing her lips as she tried to think of how to answer her question. "Well, I mean, I love it. I don't know quite how high your expectations are but I think mine were pretty high and I wasn't disappointed!" She nodded her head with an excited smile on her face, ready to be back to school already. "Are there any classes that you're particularly excited to take?"

[Ivy Hayes]

"Oh good," Ivy said with a smile as she reached out to stroke the cat and scratch him behind his ears, "Because he's really too lovely not to give attention to."

Ivy liked cats, it would really have been her pet of choice for bringing to Hogwarts with her, but her father insisted she chose and owl. Said they were far more useful pet for a young witch to have when going away to school. Ivy had argued the point that Hogwarts had school owls that she could use to send letters home and there was the family owl at home so did she really need one of her own? But he'd managed to argue her down saying it was a owl or not pet at all. Ivy had caved and picked out a nice little tawny owl she's named Fidget. But deep down she still really wanted a cat.

As Evie spoke Ivy tore her attention away from the cat and listened politely. "Oh a Gryffindor. My brother was a Gryffindor, and so was Daddy, so I expect I will be too, I've heard that whole families can often be in the same house." Ivy wasn't sure how she felt about this, Gryffindor sounded like a good house to be in, certainly better than Slytherin, but a small part of her might have liked to have been a little different. She supposed the sorting hat would know the answer and she'd be put where she truely belonged.

Ivy thought about the answer to Evie's question about classes for a moment, but really she didn't need to think on it too long. "Well, charms and transfiguration I'm probably looking forward to the most. Daddy says I'm pretty good at simple spells already so I should be able to do well in those classes. And I suppose Care of Magical Creatures will be quite interesting too. What classes did you like last year? They must have been good if you're weren't disappointed with your exceptionally high expectations."

[Evelyn Myers]

Evie giggled a bit as Ivy called the cat lovely, for he didn't get called many nice things lately. She loved him of course, but even she had been a bit frustrated with his antics of following her to school to spy on her. It seemed that the cat had taken a liking to Ivy, probably enjoying the attention like the spoiled cat he was. She personally wouldn't have chosen a cat to bring to school with her, she was much more attracted to birds. Not necessarily an owl, they were nice and all, but a cute little songbird was much more her speed. If she thought that Chee would leave it alone she would be off to get one as soon as possible, but the cat wasn't fond of small critters. Or, rather, he was quite fond of playing with then, and not very nicely. A sweet little bird wouldn't last a week in her dorm with that furball stalking around.

"Yes, I've heard of lots of people who's family members were all in the same house. But I think if you had a serious aversion to Gryffindor the hat wouldn't stick you there just because a your dad and brother were in it," she replied with a shrug of her shoulders. "I quite like Gryffindor if it's any consolation, and I'm sure you'd do well in any house you want to be in. I wasn't disowned for being different." She gave her a reassuring smile before glancing out the window to see if she could determine where they were. The countryside looked even more sparse than before, she assumed that meant that they were getting closer, but it could still be a while before they made it there.

Evie turned her attention back to Ivy as she began to talk about classes. "I liked them all actually, though I wasn't the best at potions. And transfiguring animals into objects always made me a little sad, those poor little mice," she frowned lightly before finishing her thought. "Charms was one of my favorites I think, you learn lots of useful spells in that class. I'm really excited to try flying this year, that's one I haven't taken yet. I've never even been on a broom so I guess it could go either way." She grinned, a hint of nervousness crossing her face as she thought about how her first time on a broom could go.

[Ivy Hayes]

Ivy chuckled at the thought of being disowned by her family because she wasn't a Gryffindor...nah it would never happen, I mean her mother was a muggle so she was hardly Gryffindor material and nobody had ever disowned her had they?

"Oh no, I know they'd never really care what house I was put in, as long as I do well in my classes I know that's what really matters to them. My Dad's an auror for the ministry, I think he wants me to follow in his footsteps...well her certainly hinted at it enough." Ivy explained, "So good grades are essential. But I'm not too fussed about what house I get. Perhaps not Slytherin, don't fancy living in the dungeons, but aside from that any of the others would do." Ivy shrugged. She really didn't mind.

The houses all had had their good traits, all had very interesting and reputable histories...well some dodgy history from Slytherin perhaps but not all bad, she would just look forward to the sorting and see where it was she belonged. With no particular preference it really would all be down to the magic of the sorting hat.

Ivy listened interestedly as Evie spoke about her classes. She wanted to hear an opinion from someone who had experienced them, and who wasn't her brother who had never exactly been the best at his school work. Ok so he'd done alright in the end and gotten a good job at the ministry too but Ivy had set herself higher goals than that. And if first impressions were anything to go by this Gryffindor girl seemed smart and well versed in most things to do with Hogwarts, she had to be a reliable source.

"Hmm, I'd forgotten about the changing animals into things during Transfiguration lessons, do they not get changed back again at the end of the class?" Ivy asked, it seemed a little sad to think that these poor animals might end up staying as water goblets or whatever for the rest of all time. "But, I suppose, its still a useful skill to learn. But tricky though, I've tried a few simple things but its not easy. Not like charms, they're fun and they're not hard either so really hoping I do well in that class."

She'd often viewed potions with a quiet awe. There was just no obvious magic to it, no wand waving, no incantations, nothing magical about it at all and yet you could cook up these liquids that could have some amazing and even devastating effects. It was a skill she wanted to learn, but she was also sure she'd have to put some real effort into it. She could hardly cook food let alone a magical potion.

"I really want to try potions, but I think it might be a struggle to begin with. It's not something I've been allowed to practice, daddy didn't want me to burn the house down or something stupid like my brother did once. The idea of flying kind of scares me I have to admit. My brothers like to fly but I've never really been on a broom before, don't like heights if I'm honest." Ivy shook her head. Maybe she'd develop the courage to try it out at some point, but it was not high on her list of priorities. Sure flying could be useful but, unless you want to play quidditch, who would ever use a broom once you can apparate?

[Evelyn Myers]

"Ooh, an auror? That's neat," Evie said with awe, wondering if Ivy had heard any good stories from her dad. Her own father didn't have the most exciting of stories, at least not to her. He seemed to enjoy telling them though. "Do you want to be an auror?" she asked curiously, not being one to take hints from anyone about what she was going to do with her own life herself. Much to her dad's dismay at times, she did what she wanted despite his worries about her. Thankfully she had a decent head on her shoulders and never managed to get into too much trouble. Who knows though, once those teenage years hit...

"Not to my knowledge, no," she said, shaking her head sadly. "Most of the time I just pretended I couldn't do the spell, not surprising with my being a first year I guess, but it made it look like I was right awful at transfiguration. Maybe now that you mention it I could demand...no, perhaps respectfully request a spell to change them back at the end..." she trailed off, grinning slightly and hoping that this solution would mean that she could reach her full transfiguration potential. It wasn't like she didn't want to learn, but she couldn't live with herself if she knew she'd essentially taken the life of those little critters. She felt bad even when she did something as harmless as stepping on a slug by accident, and not even because it then meant that she had icky goo all over her feet.

"You'll probably be ahead of the curve, having practiced some spells already. My dad never lets me do magic at home, he's afraid of getting in trouble or something." She rolled her eyes and sighed, giving her wand a pat through her pocket as if reassuring it that it would be back to performing magic soon. Sometimes it just felt like her wand was so restless when she was at home, but that was one thing she listened to her dad about after being told stories about having her wand taken away for breaking the rules and performing magic underage.

Evie had to stifle a chuckle as she heard what Ivy's dad's reasoning was for not letting her practice potions, though it was a very good reason. She'd seen a few explosions in class, thankfully they had all been contained and hadn't caused too much of a problem. She supposed a potions teacher was more adept to handling those situations than most people, so it was a good idea to only be practicing that specific subject in school with the professionals.

"It kind of scares me too," she admitted in response to Ivy's comment about flying. "But I think that's part of the appeal of it. For me, anyway." She shrugged her shoulders, wondering if it was things like that that lead her to being sorted into Gryffindor. She liked to think that she had a little bit of bravery in her.

[Ivy Hayes]

"Yeah, its sounds really interesting. I mean he never really goes into much detail about his work and stuff but what he does tell me...well it certainly doesn't sound like it would be boring." Ivy shrugged, she'd never really thought about it in too much detail. She knew she had high expectations of herself, she wanted to do well so that she could essentially choose to do anything she chose to once she'd left school. But she wasn't sure if being an auror was what she really wanted to do.

"But I'm not sure if its what I really want to do, think I might like to work at St Mungo's in some way. But I suppose I've got a good few years to decide these things yet." And that was probably a good thing too.

"Oh that's a shame, but I suppose it wouldn't hurt to ask if they can all be changed back at the end of the lessons. Poor animals. Do you know what the Professor this year is like? And would they be willing to listen to your request? I mean if they're a bit grumpy and strict then they might not pay any attention to you asking, which would be a shame." Still it wasn't going to put Ivy off taking the class, they were very useful skills to have and she was going to get in all the practice and work in those areas as she could manage.

"Aww that's a shame he doesn't let you practice. I know there are the underage wizardry rules, but daddy always said that 'as long as you're being instructed and supervised' then it's ok....but maybe he gets away with it working at the ministry. I should think myself lucky really." Ivy could perfectly understand someones parents not wanting their children to practice magic outside of school, there was the potential for trouble but Ivy had just never really thought about it much before.

"Hmm, I suppose I see what you mean. Still think I might give flying classes a miss...maybe just for this year until I get used to the idea a bit more" Next year she'd be allowed a broom of her own and could practice, close to the ground of course. She liked to practice a lot it bred perfection, but unable to practice in her own time Ivy wasn't sure how well she'd progress with the whole idea of flying a broom. No, she'd think about it again in a year or so...maybe.

"Do you know where we are now? How much longer is the train journey, it feels like we've been traveling for hours." The sky outside had started to grow dark and Ivy had a feeling that they probably hadn't much further to go.

[Evelyn Myers]

"Oh yes, you've got tons of time to decide. Find what you're good at, or what you like...hopefully they're the same thing, and you can go from there. St. Mungos would be an interesting place to work too I think." She nodded her head, never having thought of that before. In truth she hadn't spent much time at all thinking about what she would do after Hogwarts, which was fine in her mind since she still had years to go. Her dad had taught at the school for a few years but hadn't done much work since she came along, throwing him into full-time overprotective dad mode. The idea of teaching appealed to her, molding young minds and all of that, but there were just so many other things to do and she wanted to explore them all.

Evie shook her head as Ivy asked if she knew anything about the professor for this term. "No matter what they're like it can't hurt to try though," she replied with a shrug of her shoulders. She wasn't sure how she'd fare with standing up to a big grumpy professor if it came to that, but she would try. "My dad didn't mention any bad teachers that he had, but he was in school a long long time ago and most of them are probably gone. Maybe he went to school with some of our new professors though, I'll ask!" She smiled and made a mental note to write him a letter once she got back to school and settled into her dormitory.

"Hmm, we should get your dad to talk to my dad. He sounds much more reasonable," Evie said with a grin. He had plenty of time to supervise her, seeing as he was around all the time. This wasn't something that bothered her though, her dad was certainly her bestest friend and even though he was overprotective at times she knew it was only because he worried about her. The curse of being an only child, she supposed.

Evie looked back out the window following Ivy's question, surprised at how dark it had gotten. They may have been travelling for a while but the trip was definitely improved by having someone to talk to. It felt to her like no time had passed at all. She squinted as hard as she could in order to make out what was in the distance, for the area they were currently in was empty of any buildings or houses or anything. "I think I might see Hogsmeade!" she said with an excited tone to her voice, backing away from the window a little so Ivy could take a closer look if she wanted to. "If that is Hogsmeade then we shouldn't have long to go now."

[Christina Abbot]

Christina Abbot was in a rush all the alarm clocks had failed this morning at her Uncles Townhouse where she had been living since the end of last term. Her uncle had been messing with one of gadgets that stop time for 5 minuts allowing someone undercover enough time to take pictures of documents in a office and leave before being seen. Well he had obviously messed up on the spell and instead of freezing time it froze the time on all the alarm clocks in the house. It was only luck that her puggle rex woke her all excited for the trip to Hogarts that she got up with time to spare. Christina had barley enough time to get dressed in a blue jeans and a pink blouse she would change on the Train on the way to Hogwarts.

She had all her trunks ready and secured away, with one hand she had a leash attached to her puggle Rex and the other leash was her pet ferret named Baxter. She was saying her goodbyes to her Uncle Samuel it wold be a while till he saw her again.

"Oh Christina your growing so quick before I know it you won't even have to depend on me. Now I made sure you have plenty of Galleons for this year they are in a locked box in your trunk. You remembered to put the key around your neck like I asked ? he question not waiting for the answer he continued on. "I expect to hear you doing well and following all the rules , I will not tolerate having to hear about any breaking of rules.' he said loudly and informing her then he bent down and whispered in her ear. "i do wish you would of been Slytherin like me and and my wife and your cousins but i see no changing you" he informed her then standing back up and speaking more loud again "Your so much like your mom such high spirts and a true Hufflepuff i'm sure you will do great this year as you did last year.' "No remember I might not always be available to reach me by owl as sometimes i'm having to work in locations no one knows about but you will always have your Aunt Sarah to send owls to if you need." her uncle instructing her of her options.

"Ok ok ok I got it and yes the key is right here aruond my neck safe, i'm really going to miss the train I must get aboard now." she said in a rushing manner of speaking still though doing her best to keep a smiling and cheerful face. She gave her Uncle a big hug "I promise I will be ok you don't have to worry bout me " she said waving and she directed her pets onboard the train.

She noticed right away being one of the last to get on before the train left that there were hardly any seats left so she just started walking down the hall of the train looking for
an empty compartment smiling with a great big smile as her puggle Rex more grown this year would bark ocasionally when he saw someone new. Her ferret while still on a leash choose to skirt along the edge of the hall closet to the wall sniffing at everything. I was also carrying my purse with me and my one carry on briefcase.
Puggle puggy named Rex, Ferret named Baxter

[Ivy Hayes]

Ivy peered through the dark out of the train window where Evie had been starring, trying hard to make out what could be Hogsmeade. She'd heard a lot about the quiet little wizarding village and it sounded really quaint and lovely, she'd longed to visit it and finally she would be able to.

Squinting her eyes and trying to focus on the rapidly passing landscape Ivy could just make out the shape of some buildings, "Well it looks like some houses, or shops, just a little place. So you think it might be Hogsmeade then."

Ivy was hopeful. Although the journey had actually passed pretty quickly what with having found Evie to talk to, she was also overly eager to actually arrive at the school and for all of the excitement to begin. The boat trip, the sorting the feast...she'd been imagining it all for so long and it was finally about to happen.

She was certain that the train had begun to slow its rapid pace, which could mean only one thing. "Oooh I think you are right, we're slowing down aren't we?" She really didn't want to be imaging it. "Merlin I better put on my robes." She said with a sudden gasp, realising she'd been far to engrossed in chatting to remember such a thing.

"I'll just go grab them from my trunk, won't be a moment."

Ivy hurried out of the compartment door to collect her robes. On her way back she spotted a familiar face. It was Christina, the Hufflepuff she'd met in Diagon Alley. Ivy waved, "Hello again Christina, knew I'd been seeing you somewhen soon. Where have you been sitting? I think we're nearly at Hogwarts." Ivy said excitedly, "Want to come sit with me and Evie for the last bit of the journey. I just came out to grab my robes." Ivy gestured for Christina to follow her back to the compartment she'd been sitting in.

[Evelyn Myers]

A grin spread over Evie's face when Icy noticed that they were slowing down, surely meaning that they were going to be arriving at their destination soon. The butterflies in her stomach woke back up as she glanced out the window again, nodding her head as Ivy mentioned going to get her robes. "Right! Yes, better get mine too," she said, hopping out of her seat once Ivy had vacated the compartment and reaching up to grab her trunk.

The lightening charm that her dad had put on it must have worn off, because it was too heavy for the little girl to pick up from the compartment above her head. She tried standing on her tiptoes, putting all her weight behind the darn thing, but it wouldn't budge. Pursing her lips, she thought about asking an older student to help her when she remembered that she was allowed to use her wand again! Oh, how wonderful.

As she whipped her wand out of her pocket she did a swish and flick motion and chanted, "Wingardium Leviosa!" while pointing at her pesky little trunk. The spell worked, allowing her to levitate the trunk back down to the ground. She threw the trunk open and after some searching found her robes. After levitating the trunk safely back into storage she retreated into her compartment with the robes and threw them on quickly before Ivy returned.

Evie smiled when her new friend came back, bringing with her someone else who didn't look familiar, "Hello!" she said to the new girl, waving at her with a smile.

[Christina Abbot]

Christina had been sitting in unoccupied compartment by herself most of the trip as she found most of the rest of the compartments had seemed filled. Being alone in her own compartment she had taken advantage of the privacy to go ahead and change into her school robes. She looked over her new course books with excitement as the train rushed to Hogwarts while occasionaly stairing at the scenery outside her window rush by her.

Later as she realized they must be getting closer to Hogwarts as she had remembered the landscape from the first trip she decided she would go out in the hall way and give her pets some exercise. She took Baxter her ferret and Rex her puggle bother still leashed and went out into the hallway. Just as she entered the hallway the train started to slow down meaning they were probably close.

Christina was walking along the hallway when all of a sudden guess who it was her friend from The Leakey Cauldron. Ivy waived and said hello and asked where she had been sitting and conforming Christina's susspiciouns that they were probably close to Hogwarts.

"Hey Ivy , well I had been sitting alone all the other compartments had seemed full I just had come out to take my pets for a walk." she replied smiling to Ivy. She noticed Ivy gesture for her to follow her saying she could come sit with her and Evie for the rest of the trip. So Christina smiling happily followed her friend Ivy to her compartment.

As she entered the compartment behind Ivy she saw her friend who must be Evie wave and say hello.

"Hey I'm Christina how are you ?" she asked with a bright big smile sitting down on one side of the compartment.