[u][i][b]Compartment 2[/b][/i][/u]
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(Tim stands in the doorway, confronting the first year students within. Dani, Pete and Pearle)[/i][/b]

Tall [b]Tim[/b] crossed his arms. He looked over the kids in [b]compartment 2[/b], his eyes lingering upon the pretty-Pearle, her looping locks, and lips pressed tight in determination. Her companions were stone-quiet[i]. ‘She’s so… small and polite, but she’s got grit.’[/i] His lips curled into a smile. “Your all first years right? Anyone of you interested in joining Slytherin? Playing quidditch?” he shook his head. He ran his hand through his hair, his fingers trolling through the white-patch in his hair.