A/N Okay when we wrote this we didn't write it as separate chapters so ya

School

Madilyn hated the train.

Well, where the train was going. And the train itself. And the chocolate wrapper on the ground, and that sheep on the hill outside, and that dumbass little kid with the frog. And pretty much everything, really.

"Madilyn, you're sulking. Quit it," Lily said, looking exasperated. "You're freaking people out."

"Tough," Madilyn muttered, sinking lower in her chair. "I'm—wait, what the heck? How long has he been here?"

"Seven minutes."

"Well frick that," Madilyn said, leaping to her feet. "Listen up, Draco. I don't want to be here. But more that that, I want you not to be here. So you can leave."

"What if I don't want to?"

Katherine sat in her compartment, alone and angry. And hungry. Was there food on this train?

Well, might as well go and find out. She stood up, stretched and walked to the door, opening it.

And that was when the blond boy sailed past her nose.

Wow. Someone here had the capability of throwing someone at least two cars down. Not bad, for a human.

She stepped out and walked towards the compartment the boy came from. She poked her head in and asked, "Excuse me? Who threw that kid just now?"

Everyone looked up, alarmed, and then pointed to a girl in the corner. Katherine walked over to her and—

Aw shoot.

"You! You're that annoying little midget from the forest!"

"I think 'little' is sort of implied in the word midget, isn't it?" the girl said, rolling over lazily. When she caught sight of Katherine, her eyes widened. "Oh, yeah, I remember you! How's it going?"

"How's it going? How's it going? I'll tell you how it's going. I've been sent to a place I hate against my will."

"You too? Small world."

"I don't know if you would call this world small."

"Well, obviously I'm not being literal about it, dumbass. It's called a figure of speech. I mean, hello-oh."

Katherine rolled her eyes. "Humans," she muttered under her breath.

"Yeah, those damn humans. Always fricking stuff up for the rest of the world. Horrible, isn't it," Madilyn said, rolling her eyes. "Freak."

"Oh, yeah, and I'm the freak. I'm sure everyone on this train carries guns around with them, even when they can use magic."

"It's called a precaution, Princess," Madilyn said, narrowing her eyes as she sat up. "Why bother with some fancy magic duel? Most wizard can't shield against bullets."

"Magic can make sure they're actually dead."

"If they have five bullet holes in their skull, we're pretty sure that they're not getting back up."

"You never know! My uncle—"

Katherine stopped short, mentally chiding herself for almost giving away her secret. Madilyn laughed, laying back down.

"You should be on the debate team, with arguments like that."

Katherine huffed angrily, stalking away. She could hear Madilyn snickering from behind her, and she clenched her fists. This Madilyn was going to get hers.