Isleen Knight made her way through the cramped platform nine and three quarters.
She had never been here before, but, being a Pureblood, she had heard about it from her parents, both of whom had been here before.
Isleen wasn't quite nervous, but she wasn't quite confident. It was her first time away from County Clare, Ireland, where she grew up. She was excited for Hogwarts, however.
After a dry goodbye from her parents, she had been sent on her way.
She stepped up onto the train gracefully, a small carry-on in her arms. It was a dainty satchel filled with a book, a strip of parchment, her quill, and a small pot of ink.
Isleen strode down the tight hallway of the train, passing many rambunctious students on her way. She looked by means of passing glances into each compartment, checking each for a spot to sit.
Deciding she wasn't going to manage to find a compartment without any people already inside, Isleen took a stroll back the way she came, allowing herself to be picky with choosing.
Her options lay clearly in front of her.
One with a few people already lying down to sleep.
Two with a competitive game of exploding snaps.
Or three with a singular student.
Isleen sighed.
Three it was.
She knocked on the open door, getting the student's attention.
"Is anyone sitting here?" She questioned with only a slight grimace.