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The train ride to Hogwarts was her least favorite part of going back to school. Seriously, how could she enjoy staying inside such a cramped room—one which she can't escape at all unless she wanted to fall to her death? Caitlin was lucky to have forgone it last year, having spent the whole summer with her mum on the outskirts of Hogwarts. Her mum was researching the local beasts, particularly those of the XXXX classification. Now that was the best! Not only did she get to hang out with a colony of kind Centaurs, she even got to ride a Hippogriff all the way to the castle to join the others on the first day. And of course, part of the appeal was that she never had to step foot on that blasted means of transportation at all. She looked at the vehicle in question now, puffing out steam and looking all too daunting. Caitlin wondered if she would ever get over this (vehicle-specific) motion sickness of hers, but it currently seemed very, very unlikely. 

She stalled for as long as she could, nervously pacing and blatantly ignoring the teasing from her housemates. Who's ever heard of a Gryffindor afraid to ride a train? They joked, although, to her defense, she wasn't scared. She was just apprehensive. That's completely different, isn't it? Half a minute passed before she finally got fed up with stressing out—it wasn't something she usually did—and she dashed inside, ignoring the protests of her stomach. The train wasn't moving yet anyway, so she should be just fine. Juuust fine. Brilliant, even. Yup. She ended up taking ten times as long as the average student to board Hogwarts Express, but hey, that was faster than the previous times. It might not seem like anything to others, but managing to step inside the train was a feat in and of itself. Going against what her instincts were telling her was incredibly hard, she'll have you know. 

Caitlin sighed as she continued along the corridor, brows furrowed and a scowl on her visage, already dreading when she finds a compartment to sit in. They felt like cages, really they do. There was hardly enough room for one to walk about, never mind four! The thought made her huff, and she looked like a sulking child as she went through each compartment, searching for the nearest available seat. During her first year, she had taken so long to decide where to sit that the train had started moving before she could settle in. Suffice it to say that results were not pretty at all.

There was a lively compartment filled to the brim with people that she passed by, and she shuddered at the total lack of space. She would have carried on her search for an empty one, but two of the students in there had caught her eye, and not in the good way. Caitlin stopped right at the entrance, looking at the two younger female students before making a face at Roy and Remington, the artist and her rival on the Quidditch Pitch. Both Ravenclaws were quite famous (though she liked to think they were more infamous) as serial flirts. She has many friends who've been victims of them both, much to her dismay.

She burst in their compartment and pointed at the young redhead and the younger blonde, then looked to the two older Ravenclaws. "Too young," she said without preface, squinting her eyes in a sort of glare. Then she left as suddenly as she had burst in, continuing her search for a seat once more.