Hannah was spread out onto two seats, lazily drawing symbols in the air with her hand. The train had begun to move, but she failed to notice, humming a merry diddy to herself. She had shoved a stick into the latch on the door so it could not open, so she could have her privacy and just doze off. Frankly, Hannah did not appriciate her friends from the past and did not care to make any new ones; wizard, witch, or tree frog. Enough was enough.
Then the door started to shaking. "Oh! Come on! Don't tell me this is locked," a boy's voice from the other side said.
"Nope!" Hannah called back.
"Then why won't it open?"
Hannah grinned to herself. "Because I put a stick in the latch."
"WHAT!? Oh please open the door!! There's no other empty room things and some stupid brutes kicked me out of mine and now I'll have to sit the train ride on the floor in the hall like an idiot!"
"Suck it up and deal," Hannah said, inpecting her fingernails.
"Pleeeeeease? I don't want to sit out here, its cramped, and besides this is the last department on the train!"
"Compartment."
"Same thing!"
Hannah titled her head back over the arm rest and looked at the sillouette of the boy. It looked something like a ruffled bird with shoulders.
"You're the last person I've pleaded to! Please open the door!" He sounded desparate.
Hannah sighed and stood. 'Damn my soft nature, I gave in too quickly,' she thought when she slid open the door. A bushy haired boy in a long coat ran shoulder first into her, knocking her to the ground, winded.
"Oh my god! I'm sorry!" the boy, scrawny and terrified, said in his panicky voice. "I really did not mean to do that! You see, I was attempting-"
"You were going to knock the door down?!" Hannah asked in disbelief, rubbing her diaphram. The boy sat back and looked pathetic as well as sorry.
"It's okay," Hannah said, sitting up. "Just one thing." She pulled her arm back and power punched him where he had tackled her. He sat back and coughed.
Hannah smiled. "There, now we're even. Now if you don't mind, I'm going to sleep." She got up and lied down on the seats, slumping lazily. The boy sat down on the other side. They passed the time in silence, the boy trying hard to be quiet, but he ended up making rustling noises every time he shifted. Hannah opened her eyes and sighed.
"My name's Hannah."
"Kurt."
Then the door started to shaking. "Oh! Come on! Don't tell me this is locked," a boy's voice from the other side said.
"Nope!" Hannah called back.
"Then why won't it open?"
Hannah grinned to herself. "Because I put a stick in the latch."
"WHAT!? Oh please open the door!! There's no other empty room things and some stupid brutes kicked me out of mine and now I'll have to sit the train ride on the floor in the hall like an idiot!"
"Suck it up and deal," Hannah said, inpecting her fingernails.
"Pleeeeeease? I don't want to sit out here, its cramped, and besides this is the last department on the train!"
"Compartment."
"Same thing!"
Hannah titled her head back over the arm rest and looked at the sillouette of the boy. It looked something like a ruffled bird with shoulders.
"You're the last person I've pleaded to! Please open the door!" He sounded desparate.
Hannah sighed and stood. 'Damn my soft nature, I gave in too quickly,' she thought when she slid open the door. A bushy haired boy in a long coat ran shoulder first into her, knocking her to the ground, winded.
"Oh my god! I'm sorry!" the boy, scrawny and terrified, said in his panicky voice. "I really did not mean to do that! You see, I was attempting-"
"You were going to knock the door down?!" Hannah asked in disbelief, rubbing her diaphram. The boy sat back and looked pathetic as well as sorry.
"It's okay," Hannah said, sitting up. "Just one thing." She pulled her arm back and power punched him where he had tackled her. He sat back and coughed.
Hannah smiled. "There, now we're even. Now if you don't mind, I'm going to sleep." She got up and lied down on the seats, slumping lazily. The boy sat down on the other side. They passed the time in silence, the boy trying hard to be quiet, but he ended up making rustling noises every time he shifted. Hannah opened her eyes and sighed.
"My name's Hannah."
"Kurt."