Mmm… Second chapter. I congratulate myself on shooing my friend Procrastination away from my house.

Nope, still don't own Harry Potter. Send me a PM or something when pigs start flying and my grand adoption of J.K. ROWLING'S Harry Potter is announced across the world, mmm'kay?

"Hey… Rachelle, are you okay? Your wrist I mean," Alaine asked.

"I'm fine, no thanks to you, dear sister."

"Mmmm… I love you too, honey."

Alaine jumped off of the bench she had just been sitting on and moved to park herself next to her sister. She plopped her head down onto Rachelle's lap, her dark hair splaying out all over her sister's dress. Rachelle absent mindedly smoothed her older sister's ebony locks.

"Do you think they'll catch us?" Rachelle asked suddenly.

Alaine rolled onto her back, kicking her legs up on the bench and stared into her sibling's green eyes, "I don't know. Go ask Dumbledore, or someone who knows better; just not me. Argh!"

"You're supposed to reassure your younger sister, not send her off to ask someone else," Rachelle said calmly, all the while squishing her older sister's cheeks.

"Stropeh 'at!"

"No."

"Wry noat?"

"Because you didn't reassure me."

Alaine pulled her sibling's hands from her face, "They won't catch us, okay?"

Rachelle's whole body moved when she heaved her gigantic sigh, and Alaine struggled to become comfortable again in her sister's half embrace, "That's good enough, I guess."

All at once, Alaine leaped from her sister's lap and went to open the compartment's door, throwing off her sister's arm in the motion. "I'm going to explore the train. Come with?"

"No," Rachelle answered plainly, "I think I will sleep. When the refreshments lady comes, what do you want?"

"Another chocolate frog," and then the girl was gone.

I raked a hand through my messy black hair and pulled one ear phone from my ears, the other blaring loud music, planning to eavesdrop on a few of the other rooms on the train. I slinked along the side wall, my hand trailing on the passing doors and partitions.

Walking down the hallway, I found nothing exciting. In the few compartments that I'd passed and heard sounds from, the voices were either snoring or gossiping or talking in hushed whispers about their plans in Hogwarts.

Sighing, I leaned against a compartment door.

And promptly fell through the open door and flat onto my back.

"Bloody god damned maggots!" I swore, "That's the second time I've fallen today!"

When I looked up, my sight was met with grey eyes, "What are you doing in here?"

"What are you doing leaving your compartment door open?"

The boy looked at me coolly. A second later, he answered me in a haughty drawl, "Why were you trying to lean against my compartment door?"

"I'd gotten tired of walking, and since there weren't any chairs in sight, I opted to lean against the wall, you stuck up prick." I didn't like the way his pale, pointed face eyed me. His gaze felt cold; like ice, "I have every right in the world to lean against what I want to."

"You have absolutely no right to lean against my air."

I glared at him. Who does this kid think he is?

"Well, then, your Majesty, I'm incredibly sorry for interrupting you and leaning against your air," I said mockingly, my voice oozing sarcasm, "but if you would excuse this lowly, humble servant of yours, I shall make haste to scrub and kiss your boots, if you please."

I found a brown shoe shoved in my face. "You are excused."

I was momentarily stunned by what this idiot was telling me to do. Did this… Boy just invite me to scrub and kiss his feet?

The more smart part of me replied, Granted, you brought this upon yourself…

I shoved the offered shoe out of my personal bubble and whipped my wand out of my robe, pointing the tip of the gleaming mahogany towards this douche bag's pointy nose. Screw you brain for non-support. I'll sue you later when I get the chance.

The boy raised an eyebrow, "Is this a challenge?"

"Yeah, like Hell it is!"

He whipped out his own wand, and smirked, "I accept."

Rachelle's head swiveled towards the sound of her sister's voice. She heard it strongly, almost blaringly loudly in her ear, even though it was slightly muffled, "Yeah, like Hell it is!"

Rachelle groaned.

Hitching up her sundress, she sprinted out of her own compartment and towards the compartment in which she thought Alaine's voice had sounded, her high heeled boots making a distinct click-clicking against the carpet floor. Rachelle stopped when she flew past an open door, and fell back a few steps when she heard a boy's voice jeer, "I accept."

She burst in upon the small room, eyes blazing. "Alaine!"

I know this is shorter than some of you – if I have any, that is – readers would have liked, but I've decided that I'd make shorter but more updates. Will that satisfy any of you? Because I'm aware of how suckish I am of posting these things. Uh… See you in the next installment, then, I guess, whenever that is…