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Sitting alone. Not something unusual for Samna. She was quite shy, but secretly hoped someone would come over and talk to her. But it seemed everyone else already had friends, or at least knew someone. The train was very loud. Sounds of people talking, laughing, and making weird noises. She wished that she had something to block out all the banter. Staring out the window, Samna heard a boom from another compartment. She jumped, startled at the noise. Being the curious girl she was, after hearing something odd, she went to investigate. Walking to the semi-empty car, she admired the seats of the train. Running her hand along one.

Velvet? She thought, approaching the car.

Her glowing, hazel eyes scanned the car, eventually meeting eyes with another girl. The girl's bright, blue hair almost blinded her. It was very pretty. Noticing she was on the ground, Samna walked over and offered a hand.

"You okay? What happened here?" She asked, confused at all the red smoke in the room. Samna saw some other students laughing at the mishap.

Glad it wasn't me. I would've died from embarrassment! She thought.

"Hi. I'm Samna, Samna Moore. I hope you are alright. May I sit with you?" Samna offered. She played with her long, brown hair. She did that often. Fidgeting with things was her way of relieving anxiety.

Nick was looking for a place to sit when the train car he was on rocked violently, and threw him to the floor. "I always was a weakling," he thought. Red smoke billowed out of somewhere in front of him, and filled his eyes and mouth. His bag skidded away from him. He coughed once, twice, three times, before finally looking up and seeing a girl enter a compartment, that still had some wisps of red coming out of it. Nick assumed this was the room in which the whole thing had started.

"I just wanted to have a normal trip to Hogwarts, but no, this had to happen," he thought. All of a sudden he was at the compartment door, and this disrupted his thoughts. He slid open the door and...

"Um... Should I go?" Nick had just walked in on two girls who looked as though they'd been in the middle of a conversation. He turned to leave, but he heard the Trolley Lady say to the people in the compartment next to them, and he smacked his forehead. "Well, I might as well sit down." He sat down and plopped his bag down on the chair next to him. "So, what started all this anyway? Oh, by the way, I'm Nick. What are your names?" He pulled out a book and started to read.

Professors may join. This goes back to September.

Satin accepted the helping hand with narrow eyes. As she got up, squinting through the red haze, she noticed that it was a kindly girl and issued a grumpy reply in return. That was before, unfortunately, she realized that the 'present' had left her hands stained red, which meant that now the girl had red on her too. She instantly aimed to wipe it on her clothes before remembering that it would make her look even worse.

Glancing down at the floor, which became even more visible as the fog cleared, she noticed the remains of the wrapper and some sort of item with words written on it before someone, apparently a boy, stepped on it. Casting a foul look his way, she snapped, "You should really watch where you're going next time, though I hope there won't be."

Satin quickly reached down and pocketed the busted item before turning back to the two students. Most of everyone else had gone by now, since the fog had slipped through the open windows and left nothing except mystery behind. She joined the boy, sitting across from him.

"Yes, you can sit," she muttered, rubbing her neck. " I'm Satin, my friend, so dumb, he gave me some joke bomb I think, it freaking exploded...I mean you guys probably heard it." She scowled out the window. "But anyway, thanks, Nick and, uh, Samna, right? Thanks for actually showing some concern instead of just laughing."

Just then the Trolley Lady came, offering them treats. This brightened her mood to one hundred percent and there was a flash of blue hair as she bolted up, drooling over the candies. She pointed at everything she wanted, which was basically everything, saying 'this and this, oh and that too, yeah, a butt load of that, ma'am'. Soon Satin had an armful of treats, them overflowing onto the seats. Slouching into the chair, she stuffed her mouth full of pumpkin pasties and licorice wands. "This is the life. If they have a class in eating, I would surely pass." She shook her head solemnly.

Looking down at the red smudge on her hand, Samna had an idea. She rubbed the color on her opposite hand which had a small dragon she tattooed with a quill on it. In a matter of moments, the dragon was colored. After hearing about what had caused the explosion, she laughed silently. She sat down next to Satin on the very comfy seats, running her hand along it once again. Then, she decided to get a few sweets for herself. Mostly chocolate, Samna would kill for chocolate.

"Well, I'm glad you're alright. I hate seeing people get hurt." She said as she popped a chocolate in her mouth. It was delicious. Realizing Nick had asked her a question, she quickly swallowed the chocolate. "Oh! Yes, sorry. My name is Samna, but you can call me Sam. Either way works for me."

Reaching into her bag, careful not to spill her supplies, Samna pulled out a sketchbook. It had a jet black cover with some stars doodled on it. She opened up to a blank page, grabbed her favorite purple quill, and began to draw. Sketching out a rough outline of the vision in her head. Samna wanted to draw a centaur, but she was never skilled with drawing horses. Regardless, she continued to draw. After a while of scratching away with her quill, she was finally finished. A fully shaded, detailed centaur. Samna knew it wasn't her best, but she was still proud of it. Eager to show it off, she lightly tapped Satin on the shoulder.

"What do you think?" She pointed the drawing at her face, waiting for a reply.

I hope she likes it. Samna thought to herself anxiously.