[b][i]Professor Sadria Quinn… [/i][/b]Was roaming the Hogwarts Express. Now that they had departed, she took it upon herself to make a headcount of the students, and make sure that none were up to any trouble. Supervising the train was easy enough, sometimes she had to heard a few cats of other familiars let loose, or counter-hex the latest Weasley-Practical-Joke on the market. Despite the lighthearted atmosphere inside the train, she kept her her own face strictly drawn into a frown, and her shoulders square, as if there might be more serious trouble around any corner. She was the Defense Against the Dark Arts Teacher, and she knew the Dark Arts worked best on the unaware and unprepared. Professor Sadria Quinn had long black hair, and a pale round face, and misty eyes that always seemed to be thinking of elsewhere. 

She stopped by a cart, listening to the conversation inside. A group of first years, discussing the qualities of each house. Her flat red lips pulled into a small smile. It was most amusing to hear what trickled down from older siblings and hearsay. Would the first years assumptions prove true? Or would they be shocked by the true nature of Hogwarts… 

One threatened to leave the cart, the others declined. She stuck her nose into the car. “If you are to move about move quickly, but don’t stand for long, the train will turn sharply in a few minutes. Soon after, we will arrive.” She spoke in a crystal clear, almost icy voice.

She had heard what they said of the houses, of Gryffindor and Slytherin, so much conviction before the hat had even touched their heads! She wasn’t sure if she should be proud or worried… She ultimately decided to feel neither, it was The Hat that had the final say… She said nothing about their conversation, not wanting them to know she had eavesdropped. 

She stood in the doorway, allowing them the opportunity to ask her for any assistance they might need.