They had sat in the same compartment, as there wasn't really anywhere else for either of them to go. The girl – Wilhelmina had yet to learn her name- was chatting rather animatedly with a first year boy about Quidditch whilst a group of other boys watched the pair, occasionally interjecting a with comment. Wilhelmina watched on bemused, as the conversation progressed onto all of the different manoeuvres and techniques involved in the sport. She'd never been particularly interested in Quidditch, but the way that the girl sitting at the other end of the compartment was describing it made her wish that she was.
She wanted to take part in the conversation, but her limited interaction with anyone close to her own age in the past made her nervous to talk to anyone in the compartment – let alone the amazing young witch sitting on the opposite row of seats. Instead, she just made herself smaller, pressing her forehead into the glass of the window and drawing her feet up onto the seat, and watched the countryside go by as she listened to the brilliant girl talk with the group of boys that had by now increased in both volume and enthusiasm.