Wynter smiled, glad she would have friends at Hogwarts, but her smile faltered when he asked her if she was feeling alright. “WEhat?” she asked, confused, before she remembered how ridiculously red her face got. “Oh, no. I-I’m fine.” Real smooth there Wynter. She thought to herself, Real smooth. She coughed, clearing her throat, “And besides,” she added, her face going back to normal, “I can’t miss the east, remember? I have to be sorted.” She groaned internally again, Good cover there Wynter. Yup, you certainly fooled him. Laughing despite herself, Wynter spoke again, her voice even though tinged with playfulness, “For the record, I do hope I’m in Gryffindor.” Finishing her sentence with confidenc, she ran her hands down Totem back a few times before placing him back in her pocket.

Rheia found a new empty seat. She opened the door and entered the compartment. She looked at the small Saw-whet owl on her shoulder. "Well, hopefully it will remain kind of quiet here, Tylia." Rheia closed the door of the compartment and sat down. She sighed and pulled out her novel again. "Now let's see. Where did I leave off. Oh yes. Right here." Rheia continued contently reading Dear John. Tylia stayed perched on Rheia's shoulder, looking down at the pages almost as if she was reading along with Rheia.

Ashton laughed as he watched his sister scramble after her precious book and run off. "So pathetic. Right, Tytius?" Tytius cooed. Ashton laughed again. Then, he sat down. He propped his feet up on the seat and leaned back. When he leaned back, he got the horned owl's tail feathers caught under him. Tytius hooted madly. He freed his tail and flew to the other seat in the compartment. Ashton chuckled. "Chill out Tytius. Don't get your feathers all ruffled."

Wynter frowned a little, "Am I brave enough? You yourself said you weren't all that brave." She chuckled, "I'm kidding, but honestly, wth everything I've read, Gryffindor sounds like the best house. Also," she paused, "I know that in that house I'll have a friend." She smiled, then frowned jokingly, "And that supposed to mean? Are you afraid of rats or something?" She picked Totem up and set him on her shoulder, "I love Totem. My parents bought him for me before third year."

OoC; I'm pretty proud of this post. I know its not the longest, but I typed it entirely on my BlackBerry xD 

     Donovan shook his head, scoffing and saying in a fake I'm-better-than-you tone of voice, "Me, afraid of rats? You're joking. I worked in a traveling Muggle circus over the holidays. I had to feed a lion. No animals scare me." He dropped the fake voice and added with a grin,
"There's proof enough of that in the fact that I can actually stand Grisby, here." The aforementioned cat's ears perked forward at his words, and she mewled, tail twitching in offence.  "Oh, shut up, Gris. You know I love you." He ran his hand down her back before continuing his conversation with Wynter.

     "Wow, really? I didn't even know rats could live that long. I've had Gris since first year. She helped me find the train, and she hasn't left me alone ever since. I never found her owner; she was a stray, I think.  That may be why she's stayed with me --I'm a bit of a stray, myself."

((Someone should go talk to Rheia. =3 I'd do it myself but I haven't got any other characters. xD))

OoC; Blaine will go to talk to her. They can be friends :3

BiC;

Blaine was starting to get lonely in his solitary compartment so he decided to look for anyone he might know. Meandering about the hallway of the train he saw the girl who he’d met at the candy trolley, but she looked to be deep in conversation with two others. He was about to head back when he saw a girl alone in a compartment. He recognized her as a girl from his house and year. Willing his shyness to go away he popped his head in the compartment. She was reading a muggle book he recognized from a bookstore near his home. Perhaps he’d borrow it from her one day.

“Uh. Hi, can I sit here?” he asked a bit awkwardly, “I was getting kind of lonely by myself.”

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“Yeah” Wynter sighed, “He probably won’t be around for a lot longer. Most rats only live to be about 3 years old.” She brightened as she added, “Although, I don’t know what magic was performed on him before we bought him.” She frowned, confused at his statement, “A stray yourself? What do you mean?”

"Oh, I see." Wynter smiled, "You're lucky though," she started, "I only moved once, but never really had friends when I lived in Canberra." She sighed and scratched Totem in between his ears, "Although, I guess this move may have been a good thing, I mean, I have a friend now." Wynter blushed again, this time not quite as red or noticeable. A very faint pink on her cheeks. She took this as a cue to change the subject, and she did just that. "I'm quite excited for the opening feast," she smiled, "I've decided I wouldn't mind to partake in the sorting ceremony. Rather, I think it could be intellectually stimulating." She grinned at him and continued to scratch her rat as she waited for an answer.

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"Oh, really? Thank you.... Um, what's your name again? Sorry I forgot." Blaine said rather fast as he was running out of breath. "You are in Hufflepuff right? I mean, I think I've seen you in the common oom, unless I'm mistaken..." He trailed off then smiled at her as if to apologize.