"Raynie, please don't go!" Kylee pleaded, "Come back with me instead."

They were back at Kings Cross Station. Kylee had spent the last week desperately trying to convince Raynie that she would get better schooling if she went to school with her. But Raynie wasn't convinced, as much as she missed Kylee, she missed Hogwarts. She truly wanted to go back to school, She wanted to get back to classes, she wanted to talk to the ghosts, and even more surprising she wanted to be shoved into a broom cupboard for a class period.

"I have to go back," Raynie said, "I have to make up with Cedric."

"It's not fair," Kylee pouted, "you were mine first."

"I'm still yours," Raynie said hugging Kylee, "I'll always be yours, until the day I die, or get married. It's just that, I love my school, and the classes. They are not the same as the ones you take, they are so much better."

"Bu I'm going to miss you."

"I miss you already."

"Can I at least watch the train leave?"

"Sorry, stupid school policy, only intermediate family members allowed. And I don't think they would buy that you're my sister."

"But I am your sister, in all the important ways."

"I know, but these people are too stupid to realize that." Raynie said Hugging her friend again, "I'll write, even though it's against the rules."

"You better," Kylee said, "You're coming to visit during the summer right?"

"Defiantly," Then Raynie took hold of her trolley and walked away. She worked her way onto the platform and hulled her trunk onto the train and into her compartment. Only then did she let herself cry.

Raynie missed Kylee dearly and she desperately wanted to go with her best friend. The two girls had planned to got to secondary school together. Than all of a sudden, Raynie's letter came. Her parents decided it was time to tell her the truth, Raynie was a witch and she needed to go to Hogwarts. So Raynie lied. She told her best friend that the airline had messed up and she would be flying a week later and she would see Kylee when school started and that she would call. But Raynie never did, she canceled her ticket and withdrew her application than she disappeared. Raynie just dropped out of Kylee's life. Until the day that she worked up the courage to write Kylee, about a month into the school year. Kylee had written back calling her a liar among other nasty things. Raynie didn't think Kylee ever really forgave her. She knew Kylee was still bitter about her betrayal and Raynie didn't blame her. It was their first real fight.

The Compartment door opened. Raynie looked up in shock. Tears still clung to her cheeks.

"Raynie, what's the matter?" Cedric asked sitting down beside her as he put his arm around her, "I know that holiday ending is sad, but it's nothing to cry about."

"It's not that." Raynie said as she wiped her nose on her sleeve, "I just didn't realize how much I missed Kylee, and now I'm leaving again."

"Kylee's your muggle friend?" Cedric asked, Raynie nodded, "Raynie, don't cry, it always be worse."

"How?" Raynie sniffed.

"Um... well... She could be dead," Cedric said.

"Don't say that!" Raynie yelled as she whacked him in the arm, "Go, leave now! And don't come back until you find some wood to knock on!"

Cedric laughed as he stood up. Then he stooped low until he was face-to-face with Raynie, "You're not crying anymore." he said. Then he kissed her forehead and left.

Fred and George saw Cedric close the compartment door, smiling with a slight chuckle. The pair had heard Raynie yell a moment before. The boys opened the compartment door to find Raynie. Her eyes were bloodshot, cheeks were tear-stained and her face was red. She has obviously been crying, but the odd thing was, she was trying to look at her forehead without the use of a mirror. She was so per-occupied with this task that she did not even notice her enter the compartment. And the twins could not help but wonder, what had happened with Cedric.

The train ride was uneventful, as were the ride in the horseless carriages. Raynie actually grumbled while traveling to and from them, displaying her dislike for the cold.