Here we go (Open)

It was last year for Michelle and it became to end soon. She just needed to go home with train, so she can see her family again. She haven't seen them for awhile for sure. She kind of misses them already. She really isn't sure what she wants to do with her life yet, she haven't figured out that part yet but she knows she needs to choose something.

She walked into the train and did choose one random compartment to sit in. She had no idea that they won't go home this time. She sat down on seat and did push her luggage under the seat. She began to look out of window. Elle hoped that someone will join with her since riding alone was boring for sure for her. She might be nice slytherin but at the end she didn't really have that many friends like she hoped for. She had became lately quite distance from her friends and she isn't sure why.

She kept looking out of window and thinking what she should to do with her life now. She won't come back to Hogwarts next year for sure.

Bethany bounced cheerfully into one of the closest compartments of the train.

"Helloooo!" she greeted the sole occupant.

The girl was a Slytherin, but that didn't worry Beth. She knew enough to realise not all Slytherins were bad. Anyway, she'd seen this particular girl wandering around different parts of the school all by herself often enough to put two and two together. Back in the muggle world, there was a name for people like this: Nigel Nofriends.

"Holidays are just the most awful, don't you think?" she said, to fill the silence.

Bethany didn't precisely think holidays were the most awful part of the year, but they did put a crimp in her style what with the not being allowed to do magic part.

Michelle was in her own thoughts she didn't notice person entered until she was greeted there. She looked up to the girl a offered to her small smile.

"Hello," she said back to the girl, who was younger than her for sure. She wasn't sure what house she was.

Michelle wasn't at sure how to reply to girls question. "Well depends of holiday really. Well for me it won't really be school holiday anymore. Since this year what just ended was my last," she said. It was basically true at least for sure. "I actually like holidays since then I can see my family who I haven't seen for awhile," she added with a smile.

"In what year are you in, well was?" she asked there now something. She was bit of curious about it there right now.

"Oh my gosh you are sooooo lucky!" Beth gushed. "You'll be able to do magic and everything as well."

Also get a haircut and get a real job... maybe Beth wasn't so envious after all.

"Third," she replied to the other girl's question. "Fourth now, I guess."

"What's your name?" Bethany enquired curiously.

This girl was quite okay, after all.

Michelle sighed when she said she was lucky. "Well I guess I am lucky about that I can use now magic basically when I want but still there is now other worries," she said with a weak smile.

Getting job wasn't so easy as people think when you have no idea what you wanna to do really. Elle doesn't really wanna cut her hair actually. She likes it as it is.

"Oh I see. You're still young and many years head of you," she said. "Good Luck with your school years," she added.

"I'm Michelle Cuffe," she said there her first and last name. She was used to saying it like that. "What about you?" she asked back there.

"Beth," Bethany replied. "Bethany Dursley."

She was used to people reacting to her name by now. At thirteen, she was old enough to appreciate the effort Daddy had gone to to shelter her from... Well, to be quite honest, Bethany didn't even know if it was the truth.

It hadn't escaped Beth's noticed that wizards could be quite biased when it came to muggles, and it would probably delight them to paint Harry Potter's muggle family as abusive horrors. But she also couldn't deny the strained relationship between her father and his parents. Bethany got the distinct impression that whatever the truth was, it was more complicated than anyone guessed.

Her musings were ended by the train suddenly jolting to a stop and throwing Beth forward in her seat. They hadn't even been underway for very long.

"What was that?" she wondered aloud.

When Michelle heard the younger girls last name then she was sure she have heard it somewhere but she couldn't yet connect the dots. She was it was about someone history or it was just a rumor.

"Nice to meet you Beth," she said there with a small smile. "You can call me Mich or Elle," she said there now something.

When train suddenly jolted she wasn't sure what had happened. She looked at the younger girl. Also it was time whe she realized where she had heard the name. Harry Potter and her muggle family where he lived was Dursley too.

"I'm not sure what just happened," she said honestly. "Everything will be okay eventually," she said there to herself also to Beth.

Wendy Fudge was on a quest to recover some snacks for her two siblings. Simon was probably off with his other friends, and she did not mind. She had him all to herself for the entire summer, and she already worried that her brother was not social enough. She was not going to make a point about it now.

However, Noah and Pippa were her younger siblings, and therefore under her jurisdiction. Travelling together was a family tradition, and she upheld that tradition through the sugary bribes of snacks from the trolley.

On her way back, juggling the chocolate frogs and sugar quills, she felt a sudden shift and the train bucked, sending her and her goods flying. She blinked, momentarily stunned by the movement. She scrambled up, grabbing the door of a compartment, which slid open. She shook her head and reached up, clutching her head. "Did you guys feel that? Is everyone okay?"

Bethany nodded to the Hufflepuff who'd just entered their compartment.

"Yeah," she replied, trying to sound confident. "It's probably just something on the tracks."

And by something, she meant something like a rabbit or a tree branch, not something like a werewolf pack.

"This kind of thing happens all the time on muggle trains," she informed the girl, feeling like the expert on something for once. "I'm sure we'll get moving again soon."

Mercy Bennett stood up without a word, yanking her faded denim satchel onto her shoulder before making her way to the compartment door, it was crowded and hot in there and Mercy couldn't stand it for a minute more.
The trains corridor was cold, colder then Mercy remembered it when she hopped onto the train. She squinted gripping the worn fabric strap of her satchel, her eyes travelling to the window to get a look outside; her gaze didn’t last long though as the train jolted harshly causing Mercy to fall against the window. She hissed in pain feeling her wand press into her skin hard, she reached and pulled it from her waistband and rubbed the sore skin on her hip.
She straightened herself out quickly, watery blue eyes darting around in confusion rather than fear.
Mercy held her wand up not sure how she was going to protect herself when her best spell was Mimble Wimble. She frowned to herself pushing her wand back into her waistband when it seemed there was no immediate threat, why had the train stopped? With her hand gripped on the satchel strap once more, Mercy slowly walked up the corridor looking into the compartments at the confused students.

She couldn’t help the smile on her face when she saw the younger students fear, she brushed the hair out of her face eyes going into the next compartment which held a strange group.
A seventh year Slytherin, perhaps a graduate now, a young looking Ravenclaw and… Wendy Fudge, Mercy could recognise the Tinkerbelle from a mile away. She stood behind Wendy looking into the compartment.
“Scared?”