And here we go again.

With each step that she made closer to the trainstation, Avis felt how all the happiness was sucked out of her, leaving nothing but a hallow creature walking in this station. Lucy was right next to her, laughing and talking about how she missed Hogwarts and how much she wanted to go back there. Avis never bothered to reply to her mother. She just stared at the ground, face motionless and calm.
Though she was (maybe lucky) enough not to catch this strange flu, she feared what might be waiting for her in school. How many students were infected and how many of them were still in their beds, not able to move or speak.
Picture of Kayla's death still haunted her. And the fact that some of the students might die there, at the hospital wing, actually frightened her. „Hold on now,“ said her mother as she gave Avis a slight push and she ran towards the wall. Within a second, everything changed. She was now in another world full of children of her age. Though they looked so different, they all same thing in common. Magic.

„Here's your ticket,“ said Lucy. Avis accepted it and put it in her pocket. Mother took an advantage of that and also made her grey skirt look perfect. She was already wearing a school uniform which earned lot of glares from the muggles. „Are all your books in your bag?“ Lucy asked, looking down at the huge trunk.
„Yes,“ Avis replied unpatiently. She'd rather sit in the train than wait till her mother says all the good byes. It seemed like Lucy wanted to check everything on her own but held herself back. So she raised her head and looked around to see if there were some familiar faces.

„Oh my,“ said Avis suddenly, looking at her wrist-watch. „It seems that I must hurry now.“
„Sweetie,“ Lucy hugged her tightly as if they were never going to meet again. „I've put some glasses and herbs that your grandmother sent in your bag. You know, just in case. She said that you know what to do with them. Oh, and by the way,“ she let go of Avis and looked her directly in the eye:“Be a good girl and send me a letter when you arrive.“
„Yes, mother.“

With that, Avis was left alone. She sighed quietly and walked towards the train. It was easy for her to find an empty compartment. As she settled down there, she took out her book about basic chemistry and started reading it. And with no one there, she allowed herself the luxury of putting her legs also on the seat, feeling now more comfortable than before.

Cliff spent a great deal of time chewing his nails as he stared at the candy trolley, wanting more than anything to stock up for the huge ride but only having a limited amount of money for it. He had dressed nicely- a pale pink buttoned up shirt, red bow tie, black pants, Converse, and a pair of glasses without lenses. Tucked into his belt loop was his light saber- for the boy had really stopped maturing since he was ten.

"Hurry up!"

"Pick your candy already!"

"You're blockin' the aisle, aren't yeh?!"

Cliff rubbed the back of his neck and looked around. "Sorry, everyone. I just can't decide what I want. See I only have this galleon-"

Immediately, money was shoved towards the trolley woman and candy was shoved into his hands, much more than he knew what to do with. "Thanks?" He tried juggling the candy and trunk and stumbled into the first compartment he found.

A pretty girl in his House was alone. His voice caught- she was a sixth year so he didn't know her name, but he has seen her. "Hi!" he chimed. "Er, I'm tired of lugging this thing around. Could I sit in here?" He paused and then dropped his trunk, trying to show the candy, "I have candy!" he tripped, ripped a bag of Bertie Botts and sending the beans flying everywhere.

*

Chemistry wasn't as interesting as just boiling potions and creating stuff like that was. But something just made her want to learn more and more about this specific subject. Maybe the secret to cure the sick was in it, too? Or at least some help of it. Right now, it seemed to her, that everything that was connected to medicine, had it's way to help not only her but also the others.
Her thoughts were interrupted and she looked up, frowning. „Hello,“ she responded quietly, feeling now shy again.

Always, when she was reading or thinking by herself, someone stumbled upon her and distracted her from – well – everything. If it would be a Slytherin, she'd kick him out immediately. But as it was her housemate, Avis could not do that. She sighed quietly. „Yes, of course,“ replied Avis with her polite and silky voice.

„Keep your candy,“ she smirked and looked at his collection of sweets. „What – you desire to fall ill with diabetes?“ was her slightly sarcastic question-remark. Oh dear God! Avis sighed again and stood up to help this poor little boy to collect all the beans that rolled all over the floor now. In this place she had no fear of using magic so she took out her wand and fixed the bag. Looking over her shoulder and at the door, she made sure that no one was watching and collected them all in the air. Cleaning them up with a spell, she sent them all back in bag. „Here,“ was all she said after putting her wand back into her pocket and reaching out her hand with his beans.

Cliff suddenly felt very timid in this girl's presence. Typically when he met a girl he found attractive, he got more boisterous and overly confident, to hide the panic on the outside. But something about her made him feel small, silly, shy. He cleared his throat, as it didn't seem like she really wanted him there. He was going to reassure her somehow... But he didn't know how to do that.

She asked if he wanted diabetes and his brow furrowed deeply. "What's diabetes?" Raised in a magical household, Cliff often felt dumb when confronted with muggle language. But he usually just assumed a meaning. "Is that like... cavities?"

He stooped to continue his bean collection when he suddenly felt his bag mend and then beans began shooting into it. He smiled and couldn't keep back a small exclamation of "Wicked!" He looked up at her, feeling shy again. "Erm, sorry. And, thanks." He sat down.

Avis was taken a-back from his question. What's diabetes? She stared at him for far too long and when she caught herself on doing that, she coughed quietly, cleaning her throat like this and also giving herself an explanation to look away. Of course... Purebloods, or actually wizards, never bother to read about those things because they aren't conserned about them. Curing diabetes must be quite easy for advanced healers... Another reason for her to learn all those things faster. „Well it's a disease. That's when blood sugar is really high in your blood.“

His reaction made Avis actually smile. She almost thanked him, but caught herself right in time to close her mouth. There was nothing worth complimenting her. She only fixed a bag and made beans fly back into it. „That's fine,“ she replied quietly. She sat on her former place and put her legs back on the seat.

Reading was now out of as good as forbidden. She'd seen this guy around and although they've never spoke, she knew that he was... talkative. Instead of ignoring him, she closed her book and put it away and looked at him, waiting for her housemate to start talking.

She explained the strange word and he nodded as though he understood, though he was still baffled. "Ooooooh, blood sugar. Got it." He suddenly imagined a blood stream with lollipops and jellybeans floating among it. He giggled a little and said, "That's funny. Blood sugar." He settled comfortably in his seat.

He suddenly remembered the 'activity' he had brought along with him in his carry on bag and he began to rifle through it, devouring a chocolate frog as he did. He swallowed and looked up at the girl. "I'm Cliff by the way. You sure you don't want any candy? I have a lot of it."

He felt his hand grab the handle and he grinned. "You know muggle..." he searched for the technical term, "...stuff, right? Know what this is?" He withdrew his toy blue light saber, whipping it so the blue shaft appeared, and he grinned. "Isn't it awesome!?"

Funny? Avis raised her eyebrows at him, impressed once again by the lack of knowledge about muggle illnesses and stuff. "It's not funny when you're sick with it," she said, sighing quietly. She wasn't the right person to explain what diabetes is and what's bad about it. "Avis," she introduced herself as he told her his name, though she already knew that. If she'd mention it, would he look and think about her as a strange person (which she was for most of the people) who stalked him? Probably. "No, thank you."

She looked at his hand which was looking for something in his bag. Then she looked back at Cliff and when he took out the lightsaber, she didn't do anything to hold herself back; a smile appeared on her face when she recognized light saber. "Yes!" she said, voice louder than her ethics allowed her.
"Yes, I'm also fascinated by those, though I'd be more than happy to own a real one, not a toy," she said. "I... I didn't expect that there are wizards who are fond of Star Wars..." Awkward.

Cliff hadn't heard her quiet protest, for he was rather oblivious to any sort of subtleties. Besides, he was focused on reading his Chocolate frog card- Harry Potter. It was the most common card there was. He looked up as she said her name and he beamed at her. "Avis," he said, trying it on. "Nice to meet you!"

She didn't want any candy, but she knew of the light saber. Finally! Someone who understood that this was not a toy- it was a killing machine! A weapon of destruction- okay, so THIS particular one was a toy, but it stood for something much greater than plastic and blinking buttons.

He stood, whipping it around. "This here is my pride and joy!" He paused, looking at her and shaking his head. "I can't believe you know what this is- no one seems to know a light saber when they see one!" She spoke and he grinned. "I want a real one too! Hey, you want to see this?" He held it out to her.

As it was clear that he didn't listen what she said, Avis looked out of the window and allowed one sigh to escape from between her lips. She was never interested in those cards that came along with the chocolate frog. Even when she saw those things for the first time six years ago, she wasn't quite fascinated by those. But meeting Harry Potter in real life would've been something amazing; the boy who lived and the one who killed Lord Voldemort in 1997. "Yes, nice to meet you, too," she said quietly, still looking out of the window. Children were hugging their parents for the last time before entering the train.

When he stood up and whipped around with his light saber, Avis looked at him and instantly moved her legs closer to herself; even though it was a toy, she didn't want to get hit with that. He was overly exited by the fact that she actually knew what that thing was. And though it was funny to watch a wizard playing with a simple muggle toy, her facial expressions didn't change. "Who wouldn't?" she raised her eyebrow. Even though she was more of a magic-using peron and the last thing that she wanted was to get her ass kicked by a Jedi, she wouldn't say no to a real lightsaber.

"Thank you." She accepted little shiny sword and looked at it. She'd seen many of those around in muggle world; toyshops or the internet, but she never bought those. But there were few things that would've made Star Wars fan's jealous of her. She had all the movies, comic books, a poster of Darth Vader and David Prowse's autograph on it, and she had few t-shirts with Star Wars on it. In fact, she had one with her; she wore this mostly on spare time, when school uniform wasn't mandatory.

She looked at the lightsaber, examining little details of it and finally, like Cliff, she whipped with it trough air, but slowly; she didn't want to hurt anyone with her sudden movements. "How did you discover the Star Wars?" Avis was too busy with looking at the toy so she didn't even look at him. With some help from magic, they could actually turn this toy lightsaber into real one.