Disclaimer; The Harry Potter series is owned by J. K. Rowling, but Solarian, Aldebaran, and Rigel Lake (The OC's) all belong to me.
Mutterings. Mutterings and curses.
The blonde-haired girl woke up as her head rebounded on the back of her seat. She was in the Hogwarts Express.
Across from her, a slightly smaller, brown-headed boy, looking around the age of thirteen or fourteen, was seated flat against his own seat. He was munching on what seemed to be half a Chocolate Frog; by that, the girl knew the trolley had gone. Her stomach rumbled softly, echoing her hunger.
"Oi, did you get anything for me?", she moaned witheringly. The boy nodded, and pointed to a Cauldron Cake sitting in the corner of the slightly rumbling table. As though it was in any danger of falling off soon, the girl quickly leaped up, grabbed it, and moved it closer to her edge, wondering slightly if she had a utensil to consume the pastry with.
Bemused, the boy snickered softly, and as though he had read her mind, pointed at the side of it, where she found a spoon affixed to it. Pulling it off, she dove into the Cake hungrily.
"Aldebaran," he stated, using the tone and word he used when jocular, "can you please stop eating like that? You are disturbing our neighbors." And indeed, he was pointing to a face which, through the window, Aldebaran could distinguish of that being Solarian, what with the distinctive hair colour so similar to her own.
She nodded.
Solarian knocked twice, then opened the glass-paned door and walked in. A prefect's badge notated his status as he took his place next to the female. "Greetings, Rigel, Aldebaran," holding a hand out in turn. "I hope you haven't died yet, or else I'd be speaking to ghosts."
[Live. Laugh. Learn.]
The old train screeched to a stop. Solarian had already gone back to the prefect's cabin, and Aldebaran had finished her Cake. Rigel had rationed the rest of the candy he had hoarded, such as that he still had a numerous amount of Every Flavour Beans and two Licorice Wands, one of them being gnawed on.
"If you eat too much candy," Al warned, "you will get sick and die." Rigel could not help but snort, although it quickly stopped after the female had pulled out her wand and Vanished the black treat.
"What was that for?!", the 4th year demanded of her.
"You snorted," she sniffed. "Are you a cow?"
"No, but--"
"Everyone off!"
The driver had spoken. Shooting rude glares at each other, they quickly divided what remained of the candy between themselves and got off, headed to the Great Hall for the usual feast.
I know it was short. Deal with it.