Herbology was one of the easy classes for Frankie; it didn’t take much work. It was just straight up memorization, but it was not 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.)