Melania York
Melania started petting Bear, smiling at Arya's antics. "We probably should get our robes on," Melania agreed, nodding her head, "Let's head to the bathrooms, we can change there." Grabbing her robes, Melania stood just outside of the compartment, scanning for any last minute trouble, and waited for Arya, hoping she would come. It'd be terribly awkward to walk alone, Melania thought. As she waited, two first years dashed out of a compartment and into the aisle, heading straight for her. She held out her hands and prepared to be knocked over, totally forgetting that she was a witch. As the came close to crashing into her, she shouted. "Hey!" as loudly as possible, hoping to catch their attention. Fortunately, it worked. They finally saw her and quickly came to a stop, just a few feet from knocking her down. They noticed her prefect's badge, and muttered hurried apologies before running off, ignoring the warning about slowing down that she yelled to them.