Callum was reading the Daily Prophet when the compartment door opened, something about a breakout in Azkaban where twenty prisoners escaped was on the front page. Cal guessed that his mother and father must be hearing a load of it at the Ministry, but he took his mind off his parents, and back to the rather familiar looking boy, and his - hawk. Hawk... Hawk... Where had he seen that hawk before. That's it! That boy from his parents dinner parties, Lachlan. He didn't know Lachlan much, but from the expression on his face during most of them, he seemed just like Cal, forced to go to the parties, and listen to immensely bad jokes told by his father, and pretend to like that dreaded Tiramisu his mother makes. Seriously, who likes the flavor of coffee, and now you ruin dessert with it! Well, maybe he didn't feel [i]exactly[/i] the same about the Tiramisu, but, he was sure they shared the same thoughts on other things.

[color=8493ca]"No problem. Your Lachlan, right? The Everwood?"[/color] Cal was stupid not to look on the engraved lock on the hawk's cage with the Everwood crest, and once he saw it, he felt pretty stupid, but just waited for him to answer.