Time to go back to Hogwarts.

Clara came to King Cross Station with her parenrs and siblings. Her siblings will go to fifth year and then third year. For Clara it will be hee last year in Hogwarts. After that she will have her own life. Shw wants to become healer for sure. She smiled at her parents and hugged them for goodbye. They were quite close with each others.

After all that she went to train first, her siblings still said good bye to parents. She didn't want always sit them in train so she walked so fast as possible some where middlw of train and walkes in tp one empty cabin or what they are called. She did put her trunk under her seat and sat down then.

Gryffinfor looked out of window and wondered what kind of people will join with her this time. Every year there been different people. Most of them she even don't talk anymore. She just starred out of window and hoped someone will join soon. So she could do something else than looking out of window. Since she wasn't into reading right now or anything like that.

"Can you explain why mom isn't here again?"

Brice was standing just there, with an expression of disappointment in his face. His father was just besides him, the famous Stefan Volkov, once the beater from the team of Bulgaria. Stefan shakes his head.

"I told you, she's with Lily."

"But why are they always so late?'

" I don't know!"

Brice sighed. He decided he wouldn't wait for his sister this time. He examined the train, and saw an older girl looking through the window. She was in the all houses wagon, apparently alone. Guess no one has arrived yet, he thought. He hugged his father, who then put his hand over Brice's shoulder.

"Remember, be the best beater anyone has ever seen."

"I will."

Stefan wanted Brice to become a great beater like himself, and Brice was the best beater from Durmstrang, trained by his father. He went into the train waving his father goodbye, and joined the girl in the wagon, with a nice smile.

"Mind if I sit here?"

Clara did sit there and looked out of window. She began to think that she will be forever today but soon ahe heard one boy to talk. She looked towards him. He looked few years younger than her. She didn't mind it at all. The age never really mattered to her at all, at least she will have now some kind of company for sure. She won't feel lonely or alone.

"Hey," she said there then back. "No I won't mind. You can sit where ever you want," she said to her kindly as possible. She wasn't sure what to else to say to him now. She just smiled at turned her back to window.

Brice slowly put his trunk and broomstick under a seat, and then his siamese cat on top of the seat. Finally, he sat down in front of the girl. Once again, he examined her. She was obviously older, but Brice was tall for his age, so he wasn't really short in comparison with her. He felt something metallic on his pocket, and pulled it out. A Snich was there, trying to escape. Astonished and confused, he let it escape. It flew around, trying to escape. Brice immediately stood up and tried to catch it, but it flew over his head and to his seat, where his cat tried to catch it as well. The snitch flew towards Clara, and Brice threw himself to catch it. He caught it and held it tight, a second before hitting the ground and passing out with the snitch right under him, stuck there.

Clara saw from corner of her eyes what that boy now did there. Trying to catch a snitch and also her cat did to catch. When it flied towards her she was surprised for sure, before she could react the boy did catch the snitch and hided now it under him. She did smile again and just shook her head. "Why you are carrying snitch with you. It's could have ended badly for both of us. Be careful with it now on, okay," she said then there something. She didn't want to be rude or mean but it was true what she said actually. She did even a smile there. It herself did find it fun actually but she didn't say it out loud.

He rose one of his hands and quickly used the seat to get back up. Tightening his grip on the snitch and rubbing his nose, glad it didn't break.

"It wasn't my intention, I didn't know it was here... I'm not even a seeker."

He examined the snitch a bit more, before grabbing a box from his trunk and shutting it in there. He threw the box back in his trunk and sat down near his cat, which was now laying down, looking at Clara with it's large eyes.

"This is Leala. She's been my pet ever since I came to Hogwarts, and, if I must say, I find her smarter than the owls."

With that, the cat purred and started rubbing his arm lovingly, before jumping to the seat near Clara and sitting there, looking at her.

"I think she wants you to pet her."

Leala purred again.

Clara nodded there and smiled. She understood it totally.

"Oh I see," she said there then with smile still. "So you like quidditch?" she askd then.

Clara looked at the boy and the cat. She wondered where her cat went this time again. She get lost all the time. She just sighed on that thought.

"Yeah cat's can be smarter than owls. I have one cat too but she gets lost all the time, she wants to explore and so on. I should have but her in cat cage or so before I came here," she said and just shook her head there.

She then patted the cat, whose name was Leala. "Nice name for nice cat," she said there with smile now. "Mine one is named Missy, I really wonder where she have went," she added then there and sighed.

Leala rubbed Clara's arm briefly before jumping to the seat near Brice again. He petted Leala and then commanded her "Go search for her cat, I've brought a little treat for you if you find Missy." With that, Leala jumped off and Brice opened the door for her to leave.

"I do like quidditch. My father was actually the beater from the team of Bulgaria, he played along Viktor Krum in the world cup. I like playing as the beater as well, but I sometimes I also train as a seeker. My sister is better at seeking, though."

He looked out the window, but couldn't find his father anywhere. He probably went home. He wondered when his sister and mother would arrive.

Clara smiled when the Brice told his cat to go look for Missy. "Thank you," she said there with smile then to him.

"Oh, I see. I have never really been in quidditch team before but I have watched games. They sound interesting but not sure if that's for me, I'm not that interested," she then said and tried to explain it also right now.

Clara looked out of window too. Her parents had gone away too, so that meant her sisters were somewhere in train too already. "I'm Clara Cadwallader," she decided to introduce. "I'm gryffindor and will be in seventh year this year," she added then.

Brice looked away, but instead of looking towards Clara, he stared at the ground for some seconds, and thought if Amber would come around too. He then raised his head to look at Clara.

"I'm Brice Volkov, the not-so-famous-in-england son of Stefan Volkov, the beater for the Bulgarian quidditch team. I'm starting my fifth year."

He tried his most not to brag, but he really didn't care. He just kept daydreaming all the time, mostly against his will. After a couple seconds he stopped, interrupted by the rarely heard "Meow" from Leala. He quickly stood up and opened the door, and she entered, going to her seat again. Just outside there was another cat, which he assumed was Missy. He turned around to face Clara.

"So, is this Missy?"