Almost immediately after Amelia had finished dealing with the bullying situation, she heard a noise behind her which caused her to turn quickly on the spot. It was a disruption, to be certain, but not one that could have been caused by any second year.
The noise had come first, a screech which made Amelia want to cover her ears, which would have been her second choice. In a more instinctual reaction, however, Amelia’s right hand darted for her wand, which was tucked in the waistband of the uniform skirt she had already put on. Just as she felt the strip of wood between her fingers, though, the train lurched to a halt, sending Amelia catapulting against a wall, which sent a dull ache spreading through her left shoulder.
What the hell? Amelia thought, looking first to the site of her injury and then to the corridor as a whole. The shock of the stop had brought a trunk plummeting in her direction, but it ricocheted off the door of a nearby compartment, shattering the window but leaving Amelia unscathed. More careful now to avoid potentially dangerous projectiles, Amelia stayed close to the wall with her wand out, still completely in the dark about what exactly was happening.
As she gazed down the train, though, she began to see a picture that was all-too-clear of what was happening. Dark forms were beginning to move through the train, announcing their presence without shame or hesitation. The first form to enter the train hovered over Angelique – a girl Amelia recognized only by reputation – and after a brief encounter sent the girl hurling toward Amelia. The Ravenclaw girl ducked to avoid another collision, but heard the distinct pop of apparition and looked up to see that Angelique’s form was no longer on a course of impact with her torso.
Knowing she needed to think quickly, Amelia moved away from the battles which were already being fought, some by those she recognized. She could see a blur of red hair she thought she recognized as Jack, a girl she had met only briefly over the summer holiday, and there were some flashes of Hufflepuff colors as well as she ran past. As she moved down the corridor, Amelia slammed shut compartments containing students, not bothering to check for ages. Anyone who had not come out already would be at a severe disadvantage if they chose to now.
As she ran, she fired protective spells over her shoulders and at doors which were already shut tight. Although Amelia was bright, she had little to no experience dealing with whatever it was that had invaded the train. She had never seen anything like them; varied in form, ranging from zombie-like to something more human, though she hadn’t gotten an especially close look at any of them. Right now their identity was not at the top of Amelia’s priority list, however, and she instead focused on the measures that needed to be taken to counteract their obviously destructive ambitions.
Just as she reached the last compartment of the last passenger car, Amelia heard a crash followed by a thump in the dining car, the last car on the train. For a few seconds, Amelia was torn between her want for self-preservation and her need to live up to her duties as a member of the student staff. She had never been particularly brave – likely the reason she hadn’t been sorted into Gryffindor – but conflictingly, the young woman had a strong sense of duty and purpose. Whatever had caused the disturbance in the dining car would likely be making its way toward the passenger cars next, and she would have to deal with it one way or another. It made more logical sense to deal with it away from those students she had spent her efforts protecting, and so it was with much tenacity that she threw open the door to the dining car, her wand held aloft in front of her as she stepped in.
The first thing she noticed, for it was the most noticeable features of the room, was the overwhelming black fog which seemed to have a life of its own. Holding her breath, Amelia could feel her stomach begin to churn in a nervous kind of way, but she stood her ground, unwilling to be taken in by a fear of something which she had not yet identified. Out of the darkness in front of her, Amelia noticed a pair of glowing yellow eyes which had yet to settle on her, but would inevitably notice the only person inhabiting the car. With effort not to breathe in before speaking, Amelia raised her wand.
“Protego!” the redhead shouted firmly, the charm creating a barrier between herself and that which she did not know or understand. Able to breathe now, Amelia took advantage and took several deep breaths with the hope of steadying her nerves, but it seemed her heart was intent on being several hundred times a minute, and she could do nothing to calm it as she waited for the encounter she knew would come.
((Malek, I am talking about you, if you hadn’t noticed.))