Cal chuckled, but only a chuckle, as he didn't want to make the foreign student feel bad, or embarrassed. [color=82ca9d]"Not [i]those[/i] houses. It's kind of like categories, or like a team of sorts. You get placed in them by a sorting hat, which kind of gives you a personality quiz, and puts you in the house you fit in."[/color] 

Ghost growled in his lap, and yawned, they hadn't even taken off yet, and still, he was tired. [color=82ca9d]"I hope we take of soon. Ghost is getting bored, and tired. He gets tired when he's bored."[/color] 

Then, a girl from outside the compartment opened the door, with a stack of magazines in her arm. [color=00aeef]"Quibbler?"[/color] [color=82ca9d]"Sure, I'll take one."[/color] Cal said with a smile. After she had left the cart, Cal continued to talk, [color=82ca9d]"What the hell is a Nargle?!"[/color]

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The girl kept walking through the train, her blonde longs bouncing on her shoulders as she did. [color=00aeef]"Quibbler? Quibbler?"[/color] Her responses varied from; 'sure I'll take one', 'no thank you', or 'no one wants that shit!'. Mostly, the last one. Then she went down the other side of the train. She found an almost full compartment, with twins, and another girl. [color=00aeef]"Excuse me, but, may I sit here? Every other cart is filled to the max with super loud people, or people who don't want me there.[/color] 

Her robes were black, with a vibrant blue trim, signaling, she was in Ravenclaw. Her luminous, curly blonde hair, went down to her waist, and she had rather strange glasses on. [color=0072bc]"Plus, this is the one least filled with Nargles."[/color] She gave them a bright smile, hoping they would let her sit.