[hr][hr][center][img]https://i.postimg.cc/4yS8QqqT/image.png[/img][hr][@BlueSky44][@FantasyChic][@Achronum][@Nallore][@Natsu][@Kirah][@TrainerBlue192][@Framing A Moose][hr][color=FFDF00][b]September 1st, 1984 - 11:10 A.M.[/b][/color][/center][hr][b][i]Compartment 1 -[/i][/b] 

	Penny gave a friendly wave to Mary as she went into the compartment, but her attention was largely on Artemis as he mentioned her baby sister, Beatrice. "She's so chuffed," Penny said sweetly. "She's in compartment 15, I think, playing Exploding Snap with a mate from back home. I can't believe it though, Arty, we're prefects and my baby sister is finally here - this year is going to be completely rad!"

	Once everyone arrived in the compartment, the Head Girl and Boy took a moment to introduce themselves. They then went into the logistics of the role. Prefects could take and award up to 15 house points, although it was frowned upon to award points to your own house. They were expected to assist in patrolling the corridors once every fortnight in pairs, at a time assigned by their head of house. The fifth year prefects were responsible for leading the first years to their common room after the feast that evening. Gryffindor and Slytherin prefects should see their head of house at some point during the feast to retrieve the password. 

	"And lastly, we're holding the Celestial Ball this year. We need one or two people to take charge of planning the event, largely coordinating and delegating tasks, and deciding the theme and timing," the Head Boy said. 

	Penny's eyes lit up. She had heard rumors that the Celestial Ball would be held this year - it never operated on a traditional calendar - and she was instantly enthused. Of course, she was working for Professor Snape as a potions tutor, so her schedule didn't allow for her to lead the planning but perhaps someone else would be interested. 

	They would be able to see the trolley witch outside, waiting for any sweet requests from compartments 1,2,3, and 4. 

[b][i]Compartment 3 -[/i][/b]

	The trolley witch would poke her head into the compartment. "Anything from the trolley, dears?" Her cart was parked in between compartments 1,2,3, and 4. It was laden with all of the usual wizarding sweets, from pumpkin pasties to chocolate frogs and Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans. The trolley was part of Honeydukes, a sweet shop in Hogsmeade village not too far from Hogwarts. 

[b][i]Compartment 6 -[/i][/b]

	Nothing of note is happening here, although Fae and Elizabeth will be able to see the trolley witch not too far away from them down the corridor. [hr][hr][center][h3][b][color=41700D]Paige Atwell[/color][/b][/h3][img]https://i.postimg.cc/mDjFfQ5N/tumblr-puqokj0-B0n1w38thpo1-250.gif[/img][hr][hr][b][color=41700D]Location:[/color][/b] Compartment 13
[b][color=41700D]Magic:[/color][/b] N/A [/center][hr]	Hestia hissed at Goose, though her act of defiance was cut short as Paige picked her up and set her down on her lap, petting the little ball of anger and destruction. [color=41700D]"She needs more pets, she thinks she's neglected,"[/color] Paige said with a slight laugh, scratching Hestia behind her ears. The black kitty started to purr loudly, as if she was trying to prove to Goose that she was having more fun being pet than he was. Everything was a competition with that cat. 

	Paige grimaced sympathetically, knowing what it was like to have a sibling you didn't want anything to do with. Her own brother was in the wind, a Death Eater loyal to You-Know-Who. She didn't want to imagine what sort of trouble he had gotten himself into - and she certainly didn't want to see him again. The ministry raid on their house had been a painful awakening as to what sort of person Simon had been at Hogwarts. [color=41700D]"Yeah, the [i]Prophet[/i]'s got my mum on that story. She's going around from house to house, interviewing the victims' families... It's sick, isn't it?"[/color] Paige lamented. She always felt closer to her father than her mother. [color=41700D]"You-Know-Who is gone, so now people are making money off of all of this stuff. Did you see today's paper, what Skeeter wrote?"[/color] Paige asked. 

	She pulled a copy out of her bag - her house always had the latest copy on hand - and she handed it on over to Zelda. [color=41700D]"I wouldn't be surprised if they had tried to interview Harry Potter in his nappies,"[/color] Paige argued.