Cal was reading the Daily Prophet in the train car. Something about a major breakout in Azkaban. Twenty people broke out, none being too important. Petty crimes, following the Dark Lord, robberies, but one, just one, stranded out. Lestrange. He had heard the name before. His parents were talking about the name, probably just the Ministry dealing with the breakout. He tossed the paper on the seats across from him, getting ready to take a nap, until someone knocked on the door, speaking in German.

Cal knew little German, from his cousin, Nya, who had taken a class, and taught him some while she was away from college. He only picked up, 'Good Day' and 'Open' which meant the other boy wanted to sit here. Cal pointed his wand at the compartment door, and made the incantation, [color=a2d39c]"Alohamora."[/color] The door unlocked, and he waved his wand to the side, opening the door, allowing the boy to come in and sit down. Cal pointed to himself as to talk about himself and began, horrible German, [color=a2d39c]"Uhh... I'm Callum, kleine deutche."[/color]

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