[hr][hr][center][h1][color=Orange]Fae Mintfree[/color][/h1][img]https://media2.giphy.com/media/gfTsImGj2fDZGDFl50/source.gif[/img][hr]
[color=orange][b]Location:[/b][/color] Compartment 6 
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The glaring contest between Fae and her bird was put to an end when the compartment’s door was slid open. Fae popped her head up, causing Dickhead the Owl to let out a victorious squawk, and there she saw the most mischievous of her friends standing in the doorway. An impish grin spread across Fae's lips as the girl dealt with her things. If Fae was a bigger believer in destiny, she might've taken the fact that she'd be starting her year off with Flame as foreshadowing to how her year to come would go, but she wasn't. Instead, she saw what she knew would be her entertainment this train ride.

[color=orange]"You're tellin' me all those Galleons I gave the conductor to leave early was for nothing?"[/color] Fae asked, faux disappointment present in her voice. It was a joke, of course. She never carried Galleons with her. Hell, she wasn't sure the last time she even held more than one Galleon. As soon as she was done talking, she let the fake dismay drop, lifting her foot and using it to gently push her bird's cage to the side to make room for Flame. The bird responded with a high-pitched screech of annoyance that, despite its key, managed to sound like an old woman who'd smoked excessively her whole life. [color=orange]"Honestly though, I'm not sure I could get through this year without your lovely mug to help stir shite up, what with all my other mates goin' and becomin' prefects. Even Maddy! Fuckin' A man!"[/color] she vented, though, despite her words, she wasn't all that upset. She knew that having prefect friends, with her record being what it was, would have more benefits than downsides.

As soon as Flame sat down, Fae stood up. [color=orange]"Oi, I saw some Ravenclaws playing Exploding Snap on my way in. I'm feeling a bit like watching some nerds blow themselves up."[/color] While it wasn't phrased like an invitation, that was definitely the tone. An unspoken, 'want to come with?' went along with her words as she stepped out of their compartment. Fae, assuming the other girl would follow behind her, continued to speak. [color=orange]"So how'd the muggle world treat you? Oh, and what kind of weird shit did they invent this go-around?"[/color] she asked. Fae wasn't intensely passionate about muggle-kind, but she did have a subtle amusement for them in much the same way one would be amused by a drunk aunt embarrassing herself at a wedding. She thought the people were humorous, constantly coming up with solutions to problems that only really existed once the solution had been made.