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Banishing this horrifying thought, she quickly exited that particular compartment, missing the look of disappointment on Draco's face as the empty seat beside him gathered dust.

She strode through several more rooms before she finally came to an empty one. Settling on the seat, a small click alerted her. Three people had entered the room.

"Are those seats taken?" asked a tall red-haired boy.

Biting back a, "Do they look taken!" She replied "No." The three of them sat squashed onto one seat.  She eyed them carefully. Two boys, one of them tall, with violent red hair. The other one was shorter, with black hair and strange glasses. The girl, whose hair occupied the remainder of the seat, was shorter than the both of them and was pressed up against in the window in what must have been a very uncomfortable position. The three of them glanced at each other desperately, wanting to talk about something, but not in the presence of a stranger.  "So…" said the red haired one. "Did you go to the World Cup?" "Yeah." she replied absent-mindedly "Wasn't as good as the last one."

The trio shot scared looks at each other. The last Quidditch World Cup had been 17 years ago.

"I mean, so I've heard." She said quickly, back-pedalling so fast she was in danger of tripping over her feet.

"You look a bit big to be a first-year." Said the girl quizzically.

"That's because I'm not a First-year." She said with a grin. The effect was startling. Dark eyebrows pinched together in a friendly sort of frown, and black eyes darted beneath them.

"I'm starting into fourth year." She explained, still grinning as though she was enjoying a private joke.

"You just can't start into fourth year," said the black haired one, "you don't know anything."

"I've been at Durmstrang the past three years," she retorted, lying through her teeth, "I have received substansial magical education there and I quite fancied a change!" she had all this very quickly, with her voice rising the entire time, so that when she done, she was almost shouting in his face. She felt the anger bating, and the three persons in the opposite were looking positively terrified.

"So, what's your name then?" said the girl tentatively.

Shaking her head as though to banish a lingering trace of the anger that had erupted, she said slowly and quietly, in the tone one would take against a seriously stupid 4 year old,

"Daniel Snape."