[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 - 12:40 P.M.[/b][/color][/center][hr]	Nothing nefarious had turned up yet in the auror's sweep of the train - aside from a bit of hostile behavior in one of the compartments. Frederick Flynn was handling compartment 15, Lyra Burke was in 14, Bonnie Flynn in 13, Lionel St. Willfold in 12, and Callum McFenwick in 11. At this rate of coverage, it would only be another twenty minutes for the sweep of the train to conclude. The aurors couldn't afford to be anything but thorough. 	

[b]Compartment 1 - [/b]

	Penny blushed at Madalyne's compliment. She was used to hearing those things from boys at Hogwarts, but she never really felt interested in them. Something about her female friends saying those things though always set her heart a flutter and brought a rose hint to her cheeks. "Chiara's painfully shy... She had a traumatic accident as a child that I don't think she's ever managed to quite shake," Penny explained quietly with a grimace. "I'm sorry I can't tell you more... It's just not my place, you understand."

	Talbott poked his head out into the corridor, narrowing his eyes. The sneakoscopes and whatnot were continuing to sing. "The aurors are halfway through the train... Honestly, if it takes them this long to secure the train, no wonder those Death Eaters managed to escape. This is ridiculous."

[b]Compartment 13 - [/b]

	Paige's cat, Hestia, saw the opening and jumped onto Zelda's lap since Goose was preoccupied. Bonnie chuckled slightly, bending down and giving the cat a scratch behind the ears. Goose was rather old - Bonnie had been his original owner, yet as a toddler Zelda and the cat had been inseparable. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Andre," Bonnie said kindly. "Now try not to let this mist get in your eyes - and don't worry, it's just a routine check."

	"What is that stuff?" Andre asked, as Bonnie misted the air. 

	"It's a potion designed to reveal hidden things - cancel illusions and whatnot," Bonnie explained. "You're all set. I'm sorry darling that your father and I couldn't drop you off... But maybe we'll surprise you one Hogsmeade weekend, eh?"[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 15
[b][color=41700D]Magic:[/color][/b] N/A [/center][hr]	Frederick shook his head slightly at Elizabeth. "Nah, just need you all to stay put while we're looking around okay? And keep an eye on the younger kids, that's all you really can do right now, okay?" he said with a slight smile, before he glanced over at Fae when he heard the bite in her words, and let out a sigh. "Watch what you say kid. Just watch it, she understood what I said," he said, nodding towards Elizabeth, "And maybe you should too. Thinking like that will only make more people like the Death Eaters, and considering you don't seem to get it, then why are you only saying that Paige could be a Death Eater? Anyone else in this compartment could have been one, even you could have been one. So how about you drop the tough girl act, since if anything you are scaring the kids even more than before just by talking things like that. So how about you calm down and stop pointing the finger at people."	

	Barnaby's eyebrows furrowed, confused at just what Fae had been implying. "How could I think with something that wasn't my brain?" he asked, missing the point entirely. Fortunately the younger students didn't understand it either. Paige got it and if she hadn't been so mad at Fae, she would have laughed. She knew that Fae was lying. If anyone else had come into this compartment, they wouldn't have gotten this scrutiny. Fae didn't even seem to care that Frederick admitted to having familial ties to Death Eaters either. 

	[color=41700D]"You don't need to fight my battles for me, Mr. Flynn - though I appreciate it,"[/color] Paige thanked him. It was a little bit weird seeing him in a professional capacity. She thought of him more as Zelda's weird dad than any sort of authority figure. [color=41700D]"And Fae - how is it [i]not[/i] personal? Like Mr. Flynn said, you're singling me out. Maybe you're just feeling inferior or maybe you hit your head too hard playing Quidditch, but I am [i]not[/i] a Death Eater. I've never said the M word either! If what you have against me is that I'm a Slytherin, then you and Elizabeth must be a rotten duo. And if it's that my brother did horrible things, then why aren't you trying to protect the kids from Mr. Flynn? You made this personal and you're treating me like I'm some sort of prejudiced monster, when the only one here with prejudice is you!"[/color] she huffed. 

	"Um, excuse me?" Beatrice piped up, looking really concerned. Chiara had curled into a ball in the back of the compartment, breathing rapidly - as if she couldn't get enough air. "Something's wrong with Chiara..." The poor thing was having a panic attack. 

	[color=41700D]"Merlin's beard...She's having a panic attack,"[/color] Paige deduced. She had seen a lot of kids act like that at Hogwarts before - usually after being notified that their parents had been killed or were being sent to Azkaban. [color=41700D]"Let's give her some space?"[/color] she suggested softly. 

	"I could find a kitty for her to cuddle? Or a crup puppy? That always helps me when I get these..." Barnaby suggested.