Herbology was one of the easy classes for Frankie; it didn’t take much work. It was just straight up memorization, but it was [i]not[/i] her favorite. It was boring and entirely too easy for her. “I guess my favorite class would have to be Transfiguration. I can’t wait until we learn about Vanishment this year.”

Frankie was about to say more when the door slid open and she was greeted with an unfamiliar face requesting a compartment she could stay in. The Ravenclaw shrugged, “Sure, you can stay as long as it’s okay with Fall” – she hoped Augustus wouldn’t mind her little nickname – “as he was here first.”

“What’s your name? I don’t know you, so you’re probably not very popular.” Frankie really had no mind-filter.

(Sorry it's short.)