She pushed her glasses up discontentedly. Amiyah and 2D were arguing about who had the bigger hands for the fifth time. They never seemed to get bored of arguing. "I'm going to the bathroom." She announced. No lapse in yelling.

Sighing, she walked out of the compartment. She walked down, trying to find the bathroom. Jayla was slightly annoyed, after spending four days with Amiyah and 2D. They fought and fought so much. Sometimes she couldn't squeeze in a word between there scuffles.

Not paying attention, she slammed into someone. "Oh god, sorry!" She exclaimed. Looking up, she saw Tristian Travert. "Oh…" She let out.

"Hi, Jayla." He mumbled, his head facing down but eyes looking at her. He hadn't changed much since the summer besides his hair had lightened and his skin was tanner.

"Hey, Tristian." She said.

"You got glasses."

"I did."

He looked uncomfortable but he wasn't moving. "How was your summer?" He asked.

"It was good. I spent some time over Amiyah's… Being in an adult wizard and witch household is weird." She told him. "How was your summer?" She asked. She didn't know why they were having this conversation but she didn't mind it. She had blown up at him for something she didn't even give him the chance to explain last year.

He licked his lips and looked to his left. She noticed his hair was much shorter. "I stayed with my family in France."

Her face changed into slight surprise. "Your family lives in France?"

"Yeah… I lived there until I was seven." He said.

"Wow… You don't have an accent." Jayla said.

He looked down. "It slips out sometimes."

"I used to live in America… if you can't tell…" She said.

He actually looked her in the eyes for the first time. "Why did you move?"

"I… I was adopted. My parents were deemed unstable since they got themselves into a lot of trouble. The adoption people said they were probably substance abusers." She spewed. She hadn't gotten into that much depth since… she didn't know when. Amiyah had never really asked much about it. She had told her once that she was adopted but she questioned her real parents' insanity back then. She had accepted the fact they were mad. It was interesting how the more time she spent at Hogwarts, the more she forgot them.

"What if your real parents were wizards?" He said.

All the air in her lungs disappeared. "Don't- Don't be pissing about with me, Tristian." She murmured warningly.

"I'm… I'm not…" He mumbled, looking down from her eyes again.

"You know what, you don't know rubbish about me or my family." She said, her voice low but strong.

"Jayla…" He said. She could hear the accent after he had pointed it out. She stopped and gave him a chance to explain. "I… I have a bad habit of blurting out what I observe… I don't want to offend you."

"Okay… Well… I have a bit of a habit of getting offended easily." She mumbled.

"Isn't this the perfect match?" He laughed sadly.

"Maybe like puzzle pieces." She said. He looked up at her and furrowed his eyebrows. She brushed passed him, finding her way to the bathroom.