[b][i][u]Moirah[/u][/i][/b]

The penguin-like girl rolled her eyes. "Yeah but if your parents are about to kill everyone I think---" She stopped mid sentence, turning her head toward the compartment door, which had once again opened.

[b][i][u]SLYTHERIN QUIDDITCH TEAM[/u][/i][/b]

The door to the compartment became occupied by three youths in various states of adolescence. Behind them were several more boys and girls, rowdy and loud, their ruckus spilled into the compartment. 

"Just first years." One called back to the others behind them. "We'll take care of it." He was tallest, and had a lock of white hair among the brown, a stripe over his right eye. His name happened to be Tim, a sixth year. He leaned into [b]Compartment 2[/b] and gave [b]Moirah, Dani, Peter, Magnus, and Pearl[/b] a long leering look.

"Alright neeeeewbs. Move along." The second addressed walked over to [b]compartment 3[/b] with a snear. "We always use the first compartments. We'll forgive you for not knowing if you'll take your educated selves elsewhere." His name happened to be Wade, a fifth year.

The third one said nothing, [b]and stood between compartment 1 and 2[/b] chewing on her nails looking disinterested. Perhaps she was simply waiting for somewhere to sit. She was wearing a green scarf. Her name happened to be Zeva and she was a third year student.