"How can you not care about boys at all?" Said Serena
Echo thought for a moment that Serena looked befuddled as she tried to process her disinterest in the field of romance. 
Echo tried not to laugh when Serena made a leap of logic that while not true was not untrue either "Wait a minute. Are you in to girls then? It's perfectly fine if you are, I'm not one to judge such a thing." Frankly Echo had never considered either side of that coin planning to explore it only should she be troubled by the inherent biological need of physical company.
 Everything become dark and instantly returned to normal after which Serena headed off to investigate after saying. "What was that all about?"
 
Echo was happy when Serena finally found another distraction and left the compartment.
When finally the Express arrived at Hogsmead station Echo simply stood without a word and exited the train. She didn't linger on the platform to await her friends as she didn't have any to wait for.
She could have wandered into Hogsmead it's self but had no frivolous to do so as she was not the casual shopping type.
No instead she walked towards the grand school so that she might kill time before entering the hall and having to sit with the members of her house.
As she walked she recited within her mind her spells and the nuances of wand movement that accompanied each.
Echo knew that in doing such dull exercises that she would soon need merely utter such phrases as Confringo and point her wand an the spell be cast and her target detonate in a shattering explosion.
Echo believed strongly in "Wand, Word an Will" for she'd seen her Gran cast powerful magic without even a word so powerful a witch was she.
Echo wanted to one day perhaps to achieve the skill at casting that did away with all such crutches as "Wand or Word" an cast magic by shear will alone as her Aunt Delia told her was said possible in family legends. 
Echo sought power as did all the women of her family but not so that she might exercise it to rule but to assure that even the most powerful of Wizards or groups there of would never make her bow or follow a course not of her choosing.
"Langlok" and it's movements she etched in her thoughts and memory as she entered the school gates and walked the halls in external silence.
She walked with purpose her ground eating stride carrying her eventually to her table where she seated herself ignoring those members of her House already seated.