"Crap, I gotta do that too, but I need to find a compartment first. Have you seen any open ones? Or is there room in yours?" Lana asked.

"Nope- I was gonna go to the bathroom." She held up her crisp white shirt, blue and bronze tie, grey skirt and black robes. "Wanna come? You can go after me?"

Lana sighed, biting her lip in thought. Then she shrugged and nodded. "Sure, thanks."

As soon as Will finished his prefect duties, he moved into a random car, where a young blond boy, supposedly a first-year, sat alone. He had a greenish hue to him and his skin was pock-marked.
"Should you be on the train?" William asked, sitting down beside the boy.
"I'm not contagious." the boy spat defensively. "I'm just recovering from dragon pox!"
"I understand perfectly. What's your name?" Will asked.
"Martin Smith."
"Well then Martin, how about you stick with me until we get to the school." Will offered.
"Good enough with me."

"A-ah, sorry, but would it be okay if I-I squeezed in?" Silent stammered, as most areas were packed with rowdy people.

"Go ahead." Will said. "My name's Will by the way, Will Ainley. This is Martin Smith." he poked the pock-marked first-year with his finger.
"Ow!" Martin exclaimed, rubbing the spot on his face where Will had poked him.

"I've got to do my prefect duties." Will said, standing up. "Don't get into any trouble." he told the first-years in a monotone voice.
He stepped out of the compartment and headed down the train corridor. In one compartment, there were a bunch of Irish students bunched up together. He poked his head in.
"Are you guys comfortable?" he asked, smirking at the fact that they were all crammed tightly together.

"Silent Sydor.." she said as William walked away

"More than you probably are. Wait, don't tell me, they made you prefect! No wonder you walk like you've got a wand up your-" Fiona clapped a hand over Sean's mouth. "Why don't you come inside, we can show you how... Comfortable... We are..." Aislinn said, glaring at him with listless grey eyes. "Aye, go back to your compartment. You're more contagious than any first year with dragon pox." The other boy, who had been out, yelled at him as he entered the compartment again.


Lol Will is a pain, and he should know not to make enemies with a bunch of angry Irishmen. It can be scary, believe me.

A quiet-looking third year, Ravenclaw by her tie colors, poked her head into the compartment. "Can I sit in here? I was booted out of my compartment, so I was looking for somewhere to sit. If there's not enough room, I'll go somewhere else."