Chapter 3
Ria and James both got to the Train, with their mum, just on time. They had about 2 minutes to get their stuff on, and say good bye to mum, then they were back on the train, to start a new year at Hogwarts.
As soon as the train was out of sight from the station, Ria and James went their separate ways. James off with Remus, Sirius, and Peter. And Ria to her own compartment, to catch up on some reading, not that the girl needed to! She had already read all the material, as well as all her brothers books.
Then Tommy walked into her compartment. "Found ya!" He greeted, triumphantly.
Ria just smiled, "Nice to see you, too." She responded.
Tommy walked to her, and gave her a quick peck on the lips. She smiles. "How's your arm?" He asks, suddenly.
"Hmm? Oh!" She moves the offending arm into view, and looks at the newer bandage. "It's fine, though my brother is suspicious of it."
"Suspicious?"
"He doesn't believe that I caught it on my dresser or something, while I was asleep.."
"I see... What about the others, I didn't stay around to see if they all got the idea, and got out."
"I don't know..." Rianna suddenly frowned. "I hope they all got out ok.."
"Well... Maybe not all of them," Tommy broke in, "Malcolm isn't someone I care much for..."
"Still. To be killed in a dream, must be awful.. Even for a Slytherin."
"If you say so.." Rianna sighed, and stood up. "I'm going to check around for the others in the dream..."
"I see...Without last names, and with them all being from different houses?"
"Don't say stuff like that, it'll make me lose hope early.. Besides, I'll just ask my brother and his friends to help." She smiled.
"I don't like them." Tommy exclaimed, suddenly.
Rianna frowned. "I see..."
"Sorry.. Let's go look for the others."
"Alright..."
And so they left the compartment...
Tarina was in three compartments over, thinking over what had happened last night, and misaging her hand, which had been where she had been cut the night before. Then the compartment door open.
"My God! You are ok!" Rianna instantly cried.
"What? Oh! I did see you last night then? What about Carrie?" Tarina started, right after Rianna had finished.
"Yes you did, and we haven't found her yet.. Want to help us search for her and Malcolm?" Rianna answered the distressed girl.
"Carrie, yes. Malcolm, not particularly"
"See, Ria. I'm not the only one who doesn't like him." Tommy reasoned, not wanting to sound bad for not liking him in the first place.
"Oh, very well, let's find Carrie. Maybe we will find Malcolm first." Ria decided.
After an hour they had been through most of the train, with no sign of Carrie, or Malcolm. But now they were at the front.
Malcolm walked out of a compartment, about three down from the very front. He saw them, and just stared.
"Hello." Tommy said, stiffly. Breaking the silence.
"Hello.." Malcolm replied, just as, if not more, stiffly. The two boys seemed to not like each other.. at all.
"Umm... maybe we should all find an empty compartment to talk." Suggested Ria, not liking awkwardness like this.
"Yeah..." Malcolm nodded.
"But.. What about Carrie?" Tarina blurted.
"Tari, how about you and Tommy check the last couple compartments, and I will take Malcolm back to the back compartment to talk, ok?" Ria said, soothingly. Though if you listened carefully, you knew she didn't feel so comfortable with something, what was the question.
"You sure?" Tommy looked at her, not trusting Malcolm with her alone.
"Yeah. I can take care of myself, and Tari needs help finding Carrie." Ria smiled, reasuringly. "You help her, I'll be fine." Then she moved closer, gave him a quick peck on the cheeck and whispered, "Besides, once near my brothers compartment, all I have to do is yell the right words and he and his friends will come help me out." Then she backed off, and went to Malcolm. "Let's go."
Malcolm just nodded.
Tommy watched them leave, then turned to Tarina. "Let's get this over with quick. Neither of us trust him, and we're leaving them alone. The shorter amount of time they are alone, the better."
And so the Search for Carrie continued, with no prevail.
