((I am so sorry I haven't posted in so long. ;c I will now. Sneakily ._.))
Poppy smiled. "I hope I'm in Griffindor. Both my parents were, that was how they met." She smiled. "Quidditch?" She said. "I wish I could play. But first years aren't allowed..." She sighed. "Mum won't let me get a broom. But anyway," She said, looking around, "I wonder how long until we get to Hogwarts?" She fiddled with her thin scarf and tapped her feet. She was getting bored, and she knew that wasn't a good thing.
Poppy's rabbit, Stewie, poked his head out from her bag and sniffed the air, before hopping into Poppy's lap. She patted him absent-mindedly, her hands ruffling his soft ears. Poppy loved Stewie. He was her closest companion, and it was almost as if they could read each other's thoughts. Stewie also helped Poppy calm down during a breakdown.