Ava found herself giggling at Rhea's explanation of Hufflepuff, and although she continued to run her fingers over the small owl's neck and head. However, her attention was quickly turned to Roy as he spoke to her and her face blushed. She had never said it out loud, obviously, but every time Roy came over, she felt the need to run to her room and hide. She had only talked to him once, that she could remember, and the conversation was mostly him talking, and her staring at the ground, her face blood red.

Remington simply sniggered, closing his eyes for a second, before he punched at Roy's side, "You should really pick another cart. She's about to stroke out…", he kidded, only causing Ava to sink deeper into herself. She brought her knees up, hiding her face until David spoke out of nowhere (to her) and she smiled. He believed in Nargles! He believed in Nargles…

"Nargles are nasty little buggers…", she murmured, her lips barely visible from behind a curtain of blonde hair. She glanced nervously at Remington, and then back to David, "You wouldn't believe how many shoes I've lost…"

"Ava…", Remington corrected her, stopping what he considered nonsense. He didn't want to break her spirit. That was never his intention, but he worried about her livelihood at Hogwarts if she kept this up. Suddenly, the train began moving, and he took a deep breath, smiling politely at Ava as she deflated, "It's okay. We're on our way now."

Ava rolled her eyes, as tears threatened to form, and she watched the beast outside follow the train. At times, it seemed to be simply performing tricks for her, and at others, it seemed to be guided by the train, like a guardian. As they sped up, she simply lay her head against the glass and watched the countryside fly by, her nerves not even fluttering. She knew there would be SOMEONE at Hogwarts that would understand her, if not only an owl.