After ages of plucking pieces of fabric from herself, Emilia began folding the clothes into a neat pile and placing them into the many suitcases that had fallen on top of her.
The train still wasn't moving, but at this point Emilia only cared about cleaning up this mess and moving on from the embarrassment that had befallen her only minutes ago.
It was then that the door to the compartment slid open and two tall teens stood there, watching her curiously.
One was tall and lean with beautifully pale skin and empty eyes, much like her own. His hair was brown and parted to the side and framed his face perfectly. The other was a few inches shorter and had slicked back blonde hair with cold green eyes. His skin, too, was pale, but not as pale as his companions.
The brunette seemed more curious than angry, but his blonde friend gritted his teeth the moment he saw the girl folding the washing on the floor.
"What do you think you're doing, wench?!" He hissed as he stormed towards her, towering over the girl before taking her wrist and yanking her to her feet, momentarily stunning the girl.
"E-Easy, Malfoy - she didn't hurt no one." Rubeus' warm smile fell and was replaced with a look of both fear and concern as he ushered the blonde to release Emilia, who was now void of emotion.
"This bitch is messing with my luggage!" The blonde, Malfoy, glared down at the girl and she yanked herself away. "When the train stopped it all fell out," She explained calmly, "I assure you, I wasn't going through your things."
Malfoy's angry expression slowly faded before he let out a sigh, running his fingers through his platinum hair and composing himself. It wasn't a moment later that he spoke again.
"Well then, you can just continue packing up my things." He ordered, and although Emilia was slightly offended, she didn't hesitate to fall to her knees and continue folding the boy's clothes and piling them into his suitcase.
"No, you stupid girl," He snapped as he fell into one of the seats, "That one is Tom's. The brown one is mine."
Emilia looked up at the brunette who still stood by the doorway and examined the mess before him, Emilia felt a tickle on the back of her neck and she resisted the urge to shudder as she turned away.
"This one?" She motioned for the brown suitcase and Malfoy sneered, "That's brown, isn't it?" He asked sarcastically, "Get to it."
Emilia frowned and stood up. "No."
Malfoy seemed surprised by this, but his expression turned to one of great anger as he shot up from his seat, "What did you say?"
The raven-haired girl composed herself before closing her eyes and speaking again, "I said no."
Malfoy glared harshly down at the girl as he watched her step over his things, "I didn't stop the train, so this is not my concern."
With that, she turned to face Rubeus, nodding towards the door, "Let's leave Mister Malfoy to his things."
Rubeus shot up from his seat, luckily his mass of black facial hair hid his obviously amused smirk and Emilia slid past the boy by the door, "A pleasure to meet you two."
Tom's lips curled into an amused smirk as he listened to this new girl's footsteps grow quieter as she took off into the hall.
And then they were gone.