Trolley witch~

The witch waddled down the aisle, the insides of her legs rubbing together.

"I really am getting Plump" she thought to herself. That was what came with this job.

The last compartment at the train was empty except for one first year sitting alone. The trolley witch peeped in.

Inside sat a girl with straggly waist length blonde hair and a necklace of Butterbeer corks. She appeared to be intently talking to thin air.

"Poor girl" the witch thought.

She didn't go inside.