[center] [URL=http://s87.photobucket.com/user/mary_anne_shipp_yo/media/Luca%201_zpsgyhu1jpp.gif.html][IMG]http://i87.photobucket.com/albums/k133/mary_anne_shipp_yo/Luca%201_zpsgyhu1jpp.gif[/IMG][/URL] [h3][color=007236]Ophelia Crafter[/color][/h3]
[b][u]Location; On the train[/u][/b] ???
[b][u]Interacting With;[/u][/b] No one [/center]

Ophelia woke with a start as her head slipped and collided with the window to her left.

A groan of pain sounded from her mouth, her hand flying to the exact spot that had been hit. Thomas shook with a stretch, stared at her for a moment as if to ask "you okay?" He then immediately made himself comfortable again. Ophelia rubbed her head while glaring at the window, but not for long, as a yawn grew inside her and escaped her lips. She reached her arms into the air and stretched quietly, slumping back with the taste of sleep still in her mouth. Sluggishness tugged at her eyelids but she found that she could not make herself comfortable enough again to fall back into a slumber. 

Instead, she let her eyes travel back to the window. Beautiful country moved like a scene from a film as the Hogwarts Express chugged along to its destination. They weren't too far from school but they also weren't too close either. Ophelia sighed, knowing that she couldn't sleep away the rest of the ride there. She scratched a spot behind Thomas' ear, the gray cat's tail twitching slightly in response. A warm smile appeared on Ophelia's face looking at her beloved little friend. 

Ophelia finally noticed that another person had been in her compartment she looked up. Although this [i]trespasser[/i] was no longer around, she noticed a slip of paper on top of their things. Reaching over carefully so as not to disturb Thomas, she snatched it in her hand and read. 

[i][color=39b54a]Remember to write your mother, sweet one.[/color][/i]

Ophelia grimaced. Of course Zeke couldn't have just pretended that he didn't hear anything, it just wasn't his style. She rolled her eyes and set the paper beside her. Just as she was about to get up, a trolley full of sweets stopped by her compartment. The woman wheeling it peaked inside.

"Anything today, dear?" She asked, a frighteningly wide smile plastered on her sweet face.

She reached into her jacket pocket, fetching out just a few galleons. [color=39b54a]"Two cauldron cakes, please."[/color] Ophelia said as she handed over the money. Once the woman wheeled away she opened up her suitcase, taking one of her books out.

Her plan [i]was[/i] to get up and explore, but Ophelia decided her time was better spent eating sweets and reading a good book. She settled in once again for the ride, hoping they would arrive sooner, rather than later.