Um, here's the next chapter of this story. I wasn't really sure where this chapter was going because no one has given me any ideas….but omg omg! I love my brain! I just got a good…if no vair vair strange…idea! Mwahahaha…I wonder if you'll all hate me…

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8 am

On train

Bored as a duck…Um, a duck with nothing to do, that is.

Ugh, I'm in a compartment with Robbie and Dave. Its kind of silent and awkward in here. No one's looking at each other and the only sound to be heard is that of le cough. I wonder what would happen is I suddenly shouted something random. Like… "BANANAS!" They both looked at me, Robbie with the eye brows of raisiness and Dave with a smirk on his face. I did the totally mature thing to do, an action so full of sophisticosity that it bordered on being German.

I stuck my tongue out.

See? Vair, vair matureish.

They do not seem surprised.

That kind of worries me… does it mean that I am unsurprising? Or are they just that used to me? Hmm…I shall have to ponder this mystery.

5 minutes later

Aha!

I have un answer!

Tis tres bon.

Tres magnifique perhaps, maybe even with knobs on…

Oo-er.

1 minute later.

Okie dokie, advice time.

When your in a train compartment, in silence, with two funny/SG guys, do not (Repeat: DO NOT) burst into hysterical giggles then blurt out the sentence "Tres magnifique, you have knobs!" for some reason, people will seem to think you've lost it. Big time.

"Um, I remember her being slightly less...um...strange then this..." I herd Robbie mutter as if i couldn't hear him.

"Nah," Dave smirked "She's always this crazy when she's nervous, bored or drunk. I should know, i've been around for all of these things." Robbie looked at him, a frown appearing on his face. When i glanced at Dave i instantly knew he'd said that to spite Robbie. Coughing nervously at the tension in the cramped compartment, I grabbed my bag from the over head compartment and took some lip gloss. Then i leaned over so i was closer to Dave and smeared the lip gloss on his fore head. Then, as Robbie was lauhging so hard, i threw my shoe at him.

"Bad dog, heel" i growled, pointing at the window.

Why? I don't know but it seemed to do the job.

"Kitty? Why point at the window?" Dave asked curiously. Robbie shot a glare at him like the glare was a bullet...an invisible bullet...an invisible bullet that causes no blood. or holes...or pain. So really its not a bullet glare...more like a duck glare. Shaking myself out of the vision in my head of Robbie throwing a rubber duck a Dave, i tried to think of something to say that wasn't (a) stupid or (b) um...stupid. (Seems like the only things i say these days are stupid things)

"Cos...the window is sexy...and...um...blue," i nodded like a wise noddy thing.

"Um, no, Gee, the window is white...and not really that sexy. Now, the door on the other hand..." Dave grinned. Robbie just stared.

three hours later

Finally we arrived. There were two people who i guessed were students...or really small, young looking teachers i suppose. One had this really weird bush-like hair, she was carrying a huge bag filled with books like it wasn't even heavy. The guy standing next to her was blond haired. Blond as in almost white haired, it was hanging slihgtly over his eyes until he looked up. I held back my gasp before i could travel to the land of gasping fools.

But, phewie. Sexy times a million. Sex god to the extream. Our eyes met and i swear, it was like one of those really really crappy films where it goes all blurry around the edges. He raised an eye brow and i realised i was drooling. Blushing furiously i looked down at my very interesting feet. Glancing up at Dave and Robbie i saw that they were both scowling at Blonde Dude. I looked back at the guy again, just to bask in his light of gloriousity. He was smirking at me like a big smirking thing. Almost like Mark the human gob but y'know...sexier and actualy good looking...and with a normal sized mouth. Thank God! His friend glanced at him, scowled and elbowed him in the gut.

"Draco!" she hissed "Stop smirking at her!" Draco turned his starey eyes to her and narrowed them.

I didn't hear exactly what he said but it sounded like "Shut it, Mudblood!" she recoiled when he said the last word like he had called her a swear word or something.

Dumbildorie...or however you say his stupidly long name...came up from behind them.

"This is Draco and Hermione," He told us "They're prefects for this year, very promising indeed. They'll show you to your rooms. Because you cam in late this year and it is indeed your first time, you'll all be staying in the prefects quarters (sp?) with these two and the other prefects. Things have changed since last year but since you were not even aware of your statis at that moment in time, it will not matter to you"

I think we all just blinked at him. Like a band of blinky things...we could be The Blinkers, like The Fratellies, only better.

"This way please" The one-at-which-we-blinked said, leading us up to the huge castle (Though not as big as Jas's knickers...)