Ace Longbottom stared intently at the clock on the platform, an eyebrow raised in expectation. Her brother, who had Side-Alonged her to this location, was slumped against a wall, looking thoroughly done with her.
"Alice-"
"Sh!"
"No, but really-"
"Sh!"
"Me talking won't interrupt you watching the-"
"I. Said. Sh!"
He rolled his eyes and thrust his hands into his pockets, knowing his sister all to well to think that anything he could say would actually help. Ace's eyes widened and her lips mouthed the numbers and the hands slid over them, crossing the finish line.
She wheeled around, arms out, eyes wide with a grim, if triumphant, look on her face. "Where's the train? Huh? Where is the train?"
Frank rolled his eyes. "Trains can be late."
She shook her head. "Not this one. This one has only ever been late in the case of Death Eaters, werewolves, and, once I heard, demons, but there's a bit of dispute about that. The point of the matter is I told everyone that something weird has been going on and now the train is late."
"Alice, you are overreacting-"
That was when she grabbed the arm of the first person who walked by her and said, "Am I right when I say that this magical train is only late when something bad is happening? Please, explain this to my brother."