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Tori slumped sideways, falling on her side on the seat. If the silencio hadn't been in effect, she would've groaned.

Suddenly, from the compartment across the hallway, Angel heard a commotion: the firing of spells, an angry voice, and footsteps in the corridor. Angel had barely had time to act when, looking up, she saw a hatefully familiar person sitting almost opposite her, his feet rested up on the seat beside her. She looked at Kakaru Asakawa, the Asian Slytherin she so detested, staring out at the window as though he was the only person in the world, let alone in the compartment, which was his usual attitude.

"Well," said Angel, hatred brewing up within her and showing in her face, "Asakawa. So, are you here to cause trouble? Or have you already done that? Typical, nothing less than I would have expected of you. Would you leave, please? Now?"

She said it with as much contempt as she could, while fighting to keep her voice cool and calm. Leaning back with her arms folded to her chest, she waited for Kakaru's response, who, probably, hadn't noticed her until she spoke.

"Sarrie! Come back here!"

Sahara Janette Brixell sighed as she chased after Sarrie along the corridor of the Hogwarts Express. She ran, fingers outstretched, trying to reach for the ever-elusive feline.

Sahara was a fifth-year Ravenclaw student at Hogwarts. She had twinkling, happy blue eyes and long, straight blonde hair that now flew behind her as she chased after Sarrie, who was her namesake white cat; Sarrie was Sahara's nickname. She was the Chaser of the Ravenclaw Quidditch team at Hogwarts and, like almost every other student at Hogwarts who was not in Slytherin, she hated Slytherin.

Sahara continued running, until, finally, she caught up with Sarrie, scooping her up in her arms. "Okay, Sar, come here," said Sahara. "Let's look for a compartment, and you can run in there all you want, okay?"

Sarrie looked up at her with eyes as blue as her master's, a reassuring look in them. She mewled softly, the bell in her neck ringing, and Sahara took that meow as a "yes".

Sighing again, Sahara walked back down the corridor, some people looking curiously at her and her cat. Sahara ignored them. She placed Sarrie in her basket as she dragged it and her trunk, looking for an empty compartment.

This was the start of another great year.

"Why?" Kakaru said, finding this situation amusing. He kept his legs up, and rolled his eyes. "Wingardium Leviosa" he murmured as he flicked his wand lazily, so the trunk came tumbling down towards the girl. "I didn't know all Gryffindors were dimwitted like Pettigrew, pity." He didn't bother looking at the girl when he said it, though he kept his wand tightly in his grip, and stayed aloof. As dimwitted as they could be, they also were defensive, especially when it came down to pride.

Kakaru raised his eyebrow. "Every Slytherin goes about causing trouble, it's not like I'm much different. So, the rumors are true then? There really is such a person? I don't think behaving any differently than I usually do will change anything, though I appreciate your concern." He narrowed his eyes, and stayed just as vague as she did, unsure of how to take this.

Kakaru thought back into his childhood, and previous years of Hogwarts, and the continued, "Wouldn't that make me more suspicious if I played innocent? i mean, professors take turns putting me in detention, I don't see why this year can't be any different." Nothing could bother this an arrogant, proud, and typical Slytherin boy, who had never been lenient when it came to taking anybody's advice.

Tori groaned inwardly and sat up. She lifted her shirt slightly and saw a small pink scar, which was all that remained of her wound. The scar was already fading. She wrinkled her nose. Her front was still soaked with blood.