Pandora had just gotten in the train and found a compartment it sit in. Her pygmy puff, Panini, was making noised of excitement and she could help but smile. She set Panini on the long seat and sat next to her. "Another year. I'll try to be nicer." Panda look took a book and started reading. The train hadn't left yet and people where still boarding. Panini started singing and Panda couldn't help but glare at her. "I'm reading. Sing later." Panini got quiet and then someone slid open the door.

"PANDORA!!" the red head hugged the brunette, excited to see her.
"Kristen!" Kristen Bones that one of Pandora's closet friends. It was an unusual thing, considering they where complete opposites. At least they seemed to be. They parted and Kristen that cross her friend.
"So how was your summer? I'm sorry I couldn't write to you, I was so busy. Whenever I had free time, I would spend it sleeping." Krissy blew her bags out of her face and gave an apologetic smile to Panda.
"Oh, it's alright. My father had me leaning spells and other stuff the entire time. Also, he wouldn't let me use our owl." Pandora sighed and looked at her pygmy puff, "It was like a prison, right Panini?" her pet squeaked in response.
"Why is he such a hardass when it comes to you? He needs to take a chill pill."
"I don't know. I guess it's because I'm a girl and the youngest." they continued conversing, waiting for the train to take off.

Tyler and Sonny waved to their parents as they stepped aboard the Hogwarts express for their third year. They had spent their summer working at Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes. Tyler of course spent most of his money on pranks and the latest broom. Sonny on the other hand spent her money on her school supplies her being the responsible one but she did buy a few things from the joke shop herself. Tyler walked with his sister to an empty compartment and along the way. Tyler noticed two sixth year girls he recognized them as Pandora and Kristin and he couldn’t resist the opportunity to pull a prank on them. He reached into his pocket and pulled out some dung bombs and tossed them into the rooms and waited for the fireworks to fly.

Vincent took a breath and pushed his cart through the brick entrance to the magical platform. One world twisted out of existence and another was thrust into his view. From one dirt filled station to another, albeit a magical one. He had still not gotten over how weird that transition was. The split second over and Vincent released his breath and removed himself and his single suitcase away from the entrance. Not keen to be bowled by some enthusiastic kid. That had happened to him before. He stood on the platform, marveling at the crimson locomotive. It was brilliant combination of engineering and magic, the best of both worlds. A bump caused him to move aside as the crowd began to disperse onto the train. The boy followed, lugging his bag into the annoyingly thin corridor that ran down the length of the carriage. Most of the small compartments were full of chattering children and the noise was deafening. He slipped into a lucky empty space, lifting his luggage and storing it away. He knew that he wasn't going to be alone for much longer, there wasn't enough compartments. He slumped back and stared out the window at the stationary platform. He hoped that whoever was sharing the space didn't try to talk to him.

Damion boarded the train, looking down. Dragging his belongings in a chest, he glanced around to see if any of his friends were on yet. He didn't see any, although, he did see a couple people he recognized. He checked his watch and someone bumped into him. It was his acquaintance, Micheal. "Oh hey, Damion", he said with a smile. "Er- Hey", Damion replied, glancing sideways. Pushing on, Damion heard loud popping noises. He looked to see where the sound came from. Ahead of him, he saw that guy Tyler laughing. He stepped up behind him, seeing fireworks blast in front of two 5th year girls. He smirked and muttered, "Nice one." He kept on, noticing that the compartments were filling up quickly. After a minute or so, he saw one with only one person in it. He strained to see who it was, since they were looking out the window. He saw that it was one of the people in his house, Vincent. He slid the door open and coughed. "Uhm.. Do you mind if I join you..?", he asked awkwardly, considering he didn't know Vincent that well.

The fireworks where flying all over the compartment "What the hell!" Pandora grabbed Panini and hind her under her black Slytherin robe. "Dude! Not cool!" Kristen covered her face and got out of the compartment, Panda following her with Panini in arms.
"I should have known! Tyler Weasley, you jerk." Krissy smacked him on the head and waited out in the hall way till the fireworks stopped. Pandora just started laughing, not even bothering to yell at Tyler.
"I have to admit, that was a good one." then she stopped laughing and gave him a death glare, "Next time I won't let you get away with it though." The fireworks died down and both the girls went back inside the compartment. They opened the window so the smoke would disappear. "What a great way to start of the year." Panda said sarcastically, rolling her eyes.
"You know what, maybe it actually is." Krissy smiled and Panini started singing again.

“Aw come on you know it was funny besides you have to admit Hogwarts would be boring without a Weasley there” Tyler said with a huge smile “Oh and by the way Ravenclaw is going to win the quid ditch cup this year I’ve been training all summer for it.” Sonny walked up “Come on you boob Espresso’s hungry and I’m not feeding him for you again.” Sonny said grabbing him by the ear and dragging him to their compartment

Be safe. Her mother was a worry wort.
Don't cause any trouble. Dad was the smart one.
Stand up, darling, these terrible robes make you looked slouched. Ah, and then there was her posh grandmother.
Always hit the spot to be berated before heading off to another full school year. This time, V thought to herself with a hint of happiness, it wasn't that damn Beauxbatons with their prissy boys. They had arrived quite on time to King's Cross Station but her grandmother insisted that Vincent eat a full meal before boarding the train. For “Who knows how far away this unorthodox school is.” Rolling her eyes at her grandmother's voice still lingering in her head, V was finally able to board the train. Kids were running up and down the hall's, filing into various compartments one by one.

Vincent let out an audible gasp when a firework went off near her, and more kids let out wickedly loud screams. She could feel a headache forming. Sliding into the nearest compartment to escape the horrendous noises of first years sniffling about missing their mums, Vincent found she had entered an already occupied compartment. Two rather good looking boys were here, and Vincent found herself trying to pin point their ages. Blushing slightly from even thinking that way at all, the girl lifted a hand in greeting.

“May I join in...everywhere else is filling up..” Just as she finished the compartment door was slid shut when a student running down the hall smacked into it, and the quick snap closed forced Vincent into the room. To save from further embarrassing herself, she set down Bebe's cage where the lazy tabby was sound asleep and slipped into one of the cushioned seats.

Smiling awkwardly, he said, "Y- Yeah", on instinct. Forgetting, for a second about Vincent and his permission, he sat across from him. Tosha, his cat, hopped up in his lap and purred, as Damion petted her. He was mesmerized by this girl's features. Damion glanced at Vincent and saw that he was just looking at the girl and him. Turning back to the girl, he asked, "What's your uh- name?"

V reached down to open Bebe's cage and the sleek tabby sauntered out with long stretches like normal after a pleasingly long nap. With a swift leap the cat was on her master's lap and set up to clean her paw's, the cat not taking a second notice to Tosha, as Bebe' was quite like Vi's grandmother. Indifferent to anything that didn't involve her. Absentmindedly patted her cat on the head, she scratched behind one of Bebe's soft ears and looked up when one of the boys spoke to her.

"Oh. My name is Vincent Faust. But you can call be V, please. I..actually prefer it. Just transferred to Hogwarts, what..ugh year are you in?" She asked, looking over his uniform robs to see if she could remember what exactly which house went with what colors. As for Vincent there had already been a pre-sorting ceroamony from when she transferred her paper work. So there she was already decked out in her scarlet and gold, prepared to take on this new school.

Tyler finished feeding his owl and left the compartment to find someone else he knew. He finally reached a cabin with a fourth year student he was kind of friends with. “Hey Damion” Tyler said with a smile “how was your summer, did you manage to finish your homework.” He asked.

Tosha lifted her head, as she noticed the other cat licking it's paw. For a moment, it just stared at Bebe. Cocking her head, she lifted herself up and hopped over next to Vincent and started sniffing the other tabby.

"I'm in my 4th year.. My name is Damion." Looking at boy Vincent, he waited for his introduction, but he said nothing. "I see your in Gryffindor", he continued. "I- I'm in Ravenclaw."

Feeling relieved that someone else he kind of knew had spoke, he responded, "Er.. no." He smirked and said, "You?"

Tyler sat down in one of the seats "I surprisingly had enough time I was working in the joke shop most of the summer man I love working there, Then there was quidditch training have to be in top shape to knock those bludgers around, but Sonny was kind enough to make me get it done. Also you know I kinda missed Hogwarts for a couple reasons first way more pranks to pull and then of cours there is potions class I did miss that" Tyler said "anways what did you do this summer"

Totally oblivious to the fact that Tyler was of decent to Ron Weasly, one of his role models, Damion continued the conversation.

"Well... I didn't do much, just laid around the house, begging my parents to sign my permission slip to go to Hogsmead this year. Unfortunately, they haven't let up, but I'll convince them someday..."

Interrupting the conversation, the train began to move. "Well, I guess we're finally on our way to another year at Hogwarts." Damion said this with a smile, but on the inside, butterflies were swarming in the pit of his stomach. It was going to be a new year. Hopefully, the best one yet, but Damion had a funny feeling about this year.

"can I see your permission form I'm working on something I think will do wonders for Weasly Wizard Wheeze's" Tyler said pulling out a pen. He had developed a charm that would allow the pen to copy the signature of one person the pen was good for one use but he'd used it several times working perfectly. Hopefully the headmaster would fall for it.

Vincent's small moment of almost peace was interrupted by further noises from nearby. Not the usual chattering but screeching and yelling from the next compartment. He turned away from the window to look to the door, confusion on his face. The door opened and another Ravenclaw stepped in, a boy a couple of years below. Vincent didn't know him as he awkwardly asked to join. The older student nodded and turned his attention back to outside the window, letting the arrival settle himself in. The commotion outside and continued and Vincent looked around with a sigh. Something was a big deal and had now moved out of which compartment it was in and into the corridor. The door opened again and a girl looked in, hair running down in curls over the red and gold gryffindors robes. Vincent didn't recognise her although that was no surprise, he didn't know many people at all in Hogwarts. However, he would think he would recognise her, she wasn't unattractive and looked his age. If they were in the same year they would've shared classes. She asked if she could join them, raising and cautious hand. Vincent shrugged and let the other boy do the talking as he turned to look out the window once again.

The engine began to screech the tell-tale sound of escaping steam. The sound of moving wheels rumbled quietly through the carriage as the world began to roll away from Vincent's view. In the background he listened to Damion's stumbled greeting. Curious, the boy didn't seem that uncertain when he greeted Vincent. Maybe he was struck by the girl. It wouldn't be surprising, he could blame it on youth. Vincent himself had been forced to mature faster then everyone and grown past that point long ago. He just wasn't interested in girls, they were never interested in him. The train heaved itself further and further from the station, acceleration pushing upwards. His hazel eyes following small landmarks as the entered and left his vision. He listened in to the conversation between his two guests.

The girl introduced herself as Vincent, which caused Roman to raise his eyebrows at the urban landscape beyond the glass. He had certainly never heard of a female sharing his name. Her parents must have a strange sense of humor or not realise how unfortunate it is for her. He continued to listen, staring out the window wasn't the most engaging past time. So, the new Vincent was a transfer, even more curious. There aren't many transfers in Hogwarts, the teaching and sorting systems didn't quite suit it. He thought Hogwarts was a top of the range school, if you didn't have the talent to get in at the start there is little reason you to have anymore later on. Well, obviously she got in. He didn't know where she came from but here she wasn't going to get off lightly with a name like Vincent, even with the nickname.

The sound of the opening door preluded the arrival of another, Vincent looked and gave a quiet huff of annoyance. The bright ginger hair, mischievous grin and glasses of Tyler Weasley were unmistakable. Vincent had good knowledge of the prankster's past times, most students at the school did. He particularly annoyed Vincent, who had been a victim of his a couple of times. The boy had a reputation, which to be honest wasn't a very commendable one. Vincent watched the boy carefully, ready to act if he tried anything. Vincent wasn't in the mood today, nor was he in the mood any day. The conversation between the two young students turned to forging a signature for Hogsmead. Vincent intervened at that point, although no one paid him any attention usually he was a stickler for rules.
"No you don't Tyler." Vincent threatened. His voice smooth and quiet yet wielding a dominating certainty.

"aww come on Vincent his parents are muggles they don't understand how awesome Hogsmeade really is besides it wouldn't be worth it to you I might happen to have some dirt on you" Tyler said. This of course was a bluff Vincent would never do anything to break the rules but it was worth a shot he wanted his friend to be able to go see the small village of Hogsmeade that only third years and up could attend on weekends.

V watched as Tosha came up to sniff Bebe. Her small tabby merely leaned out her pretty head and sniffed the other cat's nose in a dainty manner. Pleased that it didn't seem like their was going to be a "cat-fight", V leaned back in her seat to get much more comfortable for the remainder of the train ride. Another boy had entered the compartment and was speaking with Damion in a familiar tone which made her assume they were friends. A peculiar boy this, Tyler was. Going on about a joke shop that Vincent had never heard of before. This Hogwarts was a bit different than her previous school. For one: What was with these different houses? Did they really mean so much? Her father had done the best he could with explaining each House but Vincent hadn't particularly been listening. She was far to occupied at the time with packing all the books she had failed to read over the summer.

"Is Weasly Wizard Wheeze's some sort of..shop?" She questioned, leaning int o get a closer look at the pen Tyler pulled out. Whatever charm he had placed on it would have to be pretty advanced to pull off what he had in mind. V felt a flush go to her cheeks, for she wasn't exactly the best in charms. It took her much longer and harder concentration to pull off wand magic. Yet, wandless magic came so easy. Beauxbatons frowned upon wand-less magic, and it was an easy detention almost every week in Charms class.

Then the other boy in the room piped up. He had been so silent, it was easy for V to ignore him while trying to be civil and social with the others in the compartment. As he spoke to Tyler, V took the chance to let her violet gaze travel over his body. Not that she was actually ogling him, yet, more an observer of a person's character. It was in the way he sat that she felt the stiffness in him, a certain uncomfortable feeling practically radiated off of his body. He was telling Tyler that he could not use the pen, and V couldn't help the small smile that fleeted across her mouth.

So he did have an opinion.

Damion was about to answer Tyler, when Vincent spoke up. Rather surprised, Damion had almost forgotten he was there. Then, he saw Tosha beginning to arch her back. "Oh no, you don't", he muttered, grabbing her and setting her in his lap. When Tyler pleaded with Vincent, Damion just leaned back and listened as V asked about the shop. Suddenly realizing who Tyler really was, he was tempted to start asking about his great uncle, but it didn't feel like the right time for that conversation, so he continued to watch the prankster and Vincent begin to argue.

"Sorry about that." Tyler said as he gave Vincent the pen "Anyways my grandpa and his brother opened a joke shop called Weasley Wizard Wheezes and it started out at hogwarts testing their products on first years, and on each other, then Harry Potter won the Tri-Wizard tournament ,and gave my grandpa the money and they opened the shop and it became a huge success, then my uncle Fred who my granpa named my dad after died in the great battle at Hogwarts so me and my sister help my dad and grandpa George run the shop during the summer holiday." Tyler said with a small smile he loved telling the story of his family's shop.

The noon sunlight slashed in through the train's window to lay rest upon Vincent Faust's features. Currently, the sixteen year old was in a momentary bout of serenity. Only the shimmering of lilac infused optics were capturing the essence of conversation and bodily companionship in the compartment. Small hands were dragging thin fingers slowly up and down the tiny tabby's back that was so familiarly perched upon her lap.

It was then that her interest was peaked in what may be going on. She chose only to nod, almost mechanically, at the boastful way Tyler spoke of his family’s shop. Instead of replying to looked to the buy Damion and tilted her head to the side. This caused a cascade of wild black curls to fall in a glorious curtain over one side of her peculiar face. As an idea swarmed on the tip of her tongue, the air in the room practically grew heavy which such heady energy that crackled from the teenager. This always happened when she was concentrating on remembering a certain spell. Simply instead of feeding the magic through her wand in a comradeship that withstood ages...her energy was bubbling out uncontrollably as usual.

“Have you not tried a spell, then? I knew one that everyone used to get permission to the dances at Beaxbatons. It is where I transferred from.” She said in a matter-of-fact way. Her voice was no longer a shy simpering tone. Now there was an intrigued husky confidence that was clearly etched into each syllable.

Courage. It was a word that usually defined each Gryffindor, and it was something that Vincent practically had been dripped in. The other boy, the adorably good-looking albeit a tad on the small side, had expressed in disinterest in them forging a signature. Well, a signature could only be known as forged if it stayed permanently. Pulling out her wand the smooth black oak was polished and gleamed wickedly in the light. Concentrating on a simple spell that actually took her three weeks to master when she first learned it, Vincent's whisper was barely audible. The only word able to be heard was. Accio. Suddenly Damion's pants leg gave a small shudder of movement and from the edge of his robs a nicely folded, and rather crumpled looking, paper floated out and landed neatly in the palm of V's outstretched hand. The paper naturally unfolded itself to lay perfectly balanced and flat. Raising her wand once more Vincent placed the tip of it on the line that needed the signature.

“Excudunt Incaustum.”The words blasted from her lip in a thundering urgency, such a powerful way that the magic stirred the ringlet's of hair that framed her long exotic face. Her beautiful eyes widened from the flourish of exuberant of writing appearing on the dotted line. It was apparently Damion's mother's name. All feminine and realistic looking. She passed the parchment back over to the Ravenclaw. “ It will only last twenty-four hours. That is long enough to turn it in and have it filed away.”

“Oh so you want to see magic?” Tyler said pulling out his wand it was made of holly and was 11 in long. He stood up and thought of the happiest moment in his life. He thought about the first time his team had won a quid ditch game. “Expecto patronum” Tyler said loudly and a large otter appeared from the tip of his wand made of a silvery shimmering smoke and floated around the room leaving trails of smoke behind it. He flicked his wand and the otter returned to his wand. “I had a teacher show me that last year. He saw that I had potential when it came to Charms so he taught me and it wasn’t that hard to learn.” Tyler said

Damion listened intently to Tyler as he explained his family's joke shop. He was intrigued and rather intimidated by this 3rd year. He was related to Ronald Billius Weasley! Harry Potter's best friend. The greatest thing Damion's great grandpa ever achieved was learning how to access the internet. Damion couldn't help but feel a little jealous.

Damion had been so zoned in on Tyler, he had unknowingly stopped petting Tosha. She immediately pawed him to let him know that she was still there. He returned his hand to her head and continued rubbing her neck as she purred loudly. Glancing at V for a split second, he saw how the sunlight revealed her beautiful eyes in such a manner, he had not noticed before. His mouth opened slightly, with the edges of his mouth barely tilting in that classic, charming smile. After a moment or so, V turned her attention from Tyler and saw Damion staring. He quickly jerked his head back to Tyler, hoping she didn't think anything of it.

When Tyler finished, Damion was about to ask a few questions about his grandfather when V piped up again. Asking if he had ever tried a spell on the slip. Before he could respond, she whipped her wand out and muttered a spell. He watched, awestruck, as she handled his permission slip with such magic. When she handed the piece of parchment back to him, he looked it, up and down. There it was. Victoria Madual Lentell. He looked back up and replied, "Well, I wasn't intending on forging my signature or using magic to do this, but... Thanks." He smiled again, looking straight into her eyes.

Then Tyler spoke again, asking them if they wanted to see magic, rhetorically. Watching him perform the Protronus charm reminded him of one of his school books he had bought this year. Something about Dark Arts (Grade 4) He had remembered the words Tyler spoke, from flipping through the book a couple times.

Tyler smiled he saw the impressed look on Damion’s face “you know I’m a bit surprised you didn’t know my family I mean we’re frieds sort of and let’s face it the joke shop is famous” He said as his sister walked in. “hey bro bragging about the shop again? Why doesn’t it surprise me in the least.” Sonny said brushing her long red hair out of her eyes. She groaned as boys walked down the hallway stopping to check her out. “hey back off my sister or I’ll jinx your legs together” Tyler snapped. Tyler was very protective over his sister she was very innocent she had a strong head but she had been known to trust people way too easily once she opened up to someone.
Sonny reached into her bag that her mother gave that was enchanted to have unlimited space inside and pulled out a book titled Traveling with Trolls by Gilderoy Lockhart. “why do you insist on reading that idiot’s books you know he faked all that for the publicity. At least that’s what Uncle Harry told us” Tyler said rolling his eyes.

Vincent didn't give in to Tyler's pleading for Damion's sake. If he wanted to forge signatures it wasn't any of Vincent's business but technically its illegal and that didn't please the sixth year. The boy certainly wasn't going to let Weasley get Damion in trouble with a magically forged signature. He fixed Tyler's gaze with his own unflinchingly, he wasn't about to argue with the younger boy. He had the high ground in the conflict, although he wasn't sure what he was going to do if Tyler insisted. In the end the younger boy relented and handed the pen over with what seemed like hardly a problem. His lack of worry only caused Vincent to hesitate as he slipped the pen into his breast pocket. He looked at Tyler suspiciously although the boy was already busy talking again. He turned and looked out the window again, relaxing against the seat as events with the compartment left his attention. The cityscape was cutting itself up at this point, punctured by green as it devolved into countryside.

For a moment Vincent tuned out the noise within the compartment, silencing Tyler's self exultation. All he heard was the steady dull thud of the wheels running against he track and the whistling of the wind through small gaps the window frame. He wasn't aware of the other Vincent's breach of his declaration against falsifying signatures. Not until static rippled across his body, sending his hairs on end. His head spun around as soon as the magical energy surged in the cabin. His wordless query was answered as soon as he spotted V with wand in hand against a piece of parchment which was not scrawling its own signature. He shook his head as she passed the paper back, offering his quiet opinion "It is quite possible they will find out." He was curious as the the spell she had used, he hadn't seen it before. Unfortunately his attention was lacking and he didn't catch the incantation.

Unfortunately Weasley took that as a signal to try start up a competition, like a child showing off. His wand was out quickly and a quick wave he summoned a otter-shaped protronus. Vincent looked back out the window casually uninterested, he knew that he could easily trump Tyler's juvenile attempts to impress. He wasn't one to show off, it was pointless to bring any attention to himself. He was glad when the prankser's sister arrived, hopefully she would provide a useful distraction and stop him getting too chatty. It was going to be a long train ride.

Damion hesitated before answering Tyler. "Well, I- I kinda knew it. For some reason, it just never occurred to me to ask you about it." When Tyler's little sister, Sydney or Sonny or something like that, entered the room, the subject quickly changed from Protronus charms and the Weasley family to Tyler threatening some kids for checking his sister out. Damion, however, found this to be quite humorous, yet he kept a blank conversation on his face. When the girl pulled out the book, Damion saw that the author was Gildory Lockhart. Woah, that's gotta be pretty old, Damion thought to himself.

Damion gestured for the two of them to sit down, next to him. After everyone had settled down, it got considerably quiet, except for Tosha's loud purring and Tyler and Sonny having their occasional mini-conversations. Damion leaned his head against the window and stared as the hills and plains flew by. Every so often, he would through a glance at V. Then, Damion began to think about this Vincent guy. He seemed quite different than most of Damion's friends. He seemed, in lack of better words, deep. He started to wonder why he was being so quiet, when he was interrupted by a knock at the sliding door. It was the trolly lady. Sonny slid the door open. "Anything off the trolly, dears?", the aging woman asked the lot. "Uh, I'll have 2 chocolate frogs, please." After exchanging the money and chocolate, he sat back down, opening one. The card revealed a picture of Seamus Finnigan. He had one other Seamus card, and set it next to him.