"Hogwarts certainly is different than Beauxbatons." Gracie mumbled, shoving her book back into her parcel.

"I know!", Kira squeeled, jumping up onto the seat next to her. "Isn't it better!"

"Umm..Sure...Whatever." she replied, desperately trying to space herself out from Kira, who now was jumping up and down on hands and knees.

Suddenly, a figure galloped down the train's corridor, making Gracie fall to the floor in shock.

"Who the bloody hell was that zooming around at 100 miles an hour?" Kira screamed, helping Grace off the floor.

"I don't know." she answered bluntly, "but I'm going to find out."

Gracie ripped open the compartment door and sped down the corridor after the shadow.

She continued along, with no sign of the figure, when she realized she wasn't alone.

"Jesus, Kira!" she yelped, grabbing her chest.

"Sorry." she replied. "I got bored in the cabin."

Gracie gave her a confused look.

"But..You were in there alone for 20 seconds."

Kira nodded.

"Just enough time to realize I was bored."

Without another word, Grace had turned back around and continued hunting.

They inched down the hall, each second running faster and faster.

Until Gracie's head reached an unexpected barrier, Ron Weasley.

She flew backwards onto Kira, who landed on top of Fred Weasley, who crashed onto George Weasley, who ricocheted off of the candy trolley and into Harry Potter's waiting lap.

"Ow..I'm so sorry!" Gracie cooed, holding Ron's head in her arms. "Can you see clearly?"

"Well.." he breathed, "I would be able to if you weren't poking me in the eye."
Gracie's eyes shot down, and low and behold, her thumb lay in Ron's left eyelid.

"Sorry!" she whimpered again, thrusting her finger out of his cornea.

"It's alright." he groaned, bracing himself to stand.

"Kira?" Gracie shouted, looking around.

"Here I am." she replied, comfortably seated on Fred Weasley.

"Is it my birthday?" he mused, patting her head.

Kira let out a girgled laugh and kissed him on the cheek.

"It sure is, Fred." George laughed, still, oddly enough, on top of Harry.

After awkward glances, helpings up (and five rather odd trips to the toilet by both George and Harry,) they sat comfortably in a train compartment, sipping tea and sharing several stories which reddened everyone's face at least once as they sped, happily (and unknowingly) to Hogwarts.