"Nice to meet you, Johnny." Draco extended his hand and she took it shyly. Cat pouted.
"Not fair. You wouldn't touch me, but you touch my brother?" Cat gurgled, then her eyes widened. "Oh, God, that sounded really wrong. Never mind."
Draco laughed. "Well, I'm sorry if I am more popular than you." He looked at Cat, who put her hands on her hips and looked at him murderously
"Sure, Drake. Go sit in the Golden Trio compartment…" Cat pushed him away as she giggled. As she did, the lady with the trolley came in, bowed to Johnny, then left, without the trolley.
Cat raced after her. "Uh! Excuse me! You left the cart-"
"Don't. There's no need." Johnny's annoyed voice echoed through the cold compartment, and for a moment, she froze, then relaxed.
"What do you mean?" Cat asked, then sat down slowly.
There was a crash in the upper compartment. Having the strongest sense of déjà vu, Catastrophe left, with Johnny behind her.
Short, I know!