Aboli had left her tearful mother and very serious-looking father and led her veeeeery quiet brother onto the train. It was his first year, after all, and part of the reason she had decided to give the boarding school another try.

Plus, she was awfully lonely being home-schooled at 15. Like, where were the boys? OR girls to gossip to? Or anything to set on FIRE? She promised she was only joking about THAT one. But the day had arrived, and with her stomach bubbling with excited anxiety, the Slytherin (since she HAD attended for a MONTH back in first year) showed her brother a cozy little compartment, made sure he was okay, and tried to spot anyone she might know. Noah? Skeet? Cute Christian? James? Her artist friend Cillian? Reyna? ANYONE?

Alas, though, she didn't see a familiar face soOOOoo with her little tank filled with garden snails tucked under her arm, she looked for an empty (or NEARLY so) compartment to call home for the next few hours. Her brunette hair was laced in a messy plait down her back, and as she attempted to slide into a compartment, it caught ONTO SOMETHING.

"OW--OH---SOGGY MORGANA'S SOCKS" she nearly said something not ladylike, but she caught herself before she could make a bad impression on anyone.

And proceeded to struggle to get her hair untangled. -_______-