[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 - 11:20 A.M.[/b][/color][/center][hr][b][i]Compartment 1 -[/i][/b] 

	The Head Girl nodded, smiling as Mary and Artemis volunteered. She was rather happy that the fifth years were taking the initiative when it came to planning the Celestial Ball. It was a good sign that Hogwarts would be in good hands after she and the Head Boy graduated. Maybe Mary and Artemis would even replace them in their seventh year. "Thank you. The Celestial Ball is scheduled for October 9th - the night of the Full Moon. The details are up to you, though Professor Flitwick is the staff member you'll be coordinating with. Please meet with him some time this week."

	"And with that, thanks everyone - that's all of the boring business we have. It'll be a rad, brilliant year!" the Head Boy concluded. The prefects were free to stay in the compartment or move to a different one. 

	The trolley witch had now moved on, servicing compartments 5,6,7, and 8. 

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

	The trolley witch had now moved on, servicing compartments 5,6,7, and 8. However, Georgina and Apollo likely won't be alone with their sweets for long. They'll be able to see some prefects heading out of compartment 1, as it is right next to compartment 3, so Mary and Artemis should be joining them shortly. 

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

	Outside of Fae and Elizabeth's compartment was the Honeydukes Express - the little trolley laden with the very best and finest in wizarding sweets. "Anything from the trolley, dears?" she asked kindly. Since she had only gone to a few compartments so far, she hadn't run out of any of the sweets yet. [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]	Paige nodded, grimacing a little bit at the thought - Zelda's parents could be killed by the escaped Death Eaters. They were dangerous, dark criminals and she was certain that Zelda's parents were capable people, but it wasn't something she liked to think about. The only thing she enjoyed dwelling on less was what had become of her brother, Simon. He probably knew the escapees - maybe he was off hiding with them in some backwater blood purist hideout. She pet Hestia a little faster in her agitation, wishing that they were at Hogwarts already and she could put everything out of her mind with a proper duel. 

	[color=41700D]"She'll get hers one day, I hope."[/color] 

	The compartment door slid open suddenly. "Atwell, Flynn," Merula Snyde sneered, one of her cronies - Ismelda - standing to her side. "Should've known I'd find you two queers in here," she taunted.

	[color=41700D]"Bag your face, Snyde,"[/color] Paige snapped. She had an odd relationship with Merula. Sometimes, Merula enjoyed picking on her and at other times, Merula decided to be something like a friend to Paige. It was most definitely an odd relationship born out of their forced proximity, since they had to share a dorm room. 

	"Why don't you eat my shorts?" Ismelda chimed in, only to be met by a death glare from Merula. 

	"Shut up, I'm [i]doing[/i] the talking. Why don't you go bother some mudbloods, Murk?"

	Ismelda huffed. "Fine, Merula," she muttered, sulking as she withdrew and started heading down the corridor in the direction of the prefect's compartment.