Empty Compartment near the front

Amanda gasped all dramatic like. "YOU'RE KIDDING!"

Amanda was squinting at the piece of paper, all confuzzled because it was in court terms. When she FINALLY figured it out she smiled and began to eat her apple.

"Dead serious."

"But wwwwhhhy?"

"Because badasses don't carry apples all the time!"

"I'm not a -??"

"Okay, look. Your brother has already gained a considerable amount of levels in the subject. You need to too."

"Fine, I'm stilled allowed to eat them though right?"

"Yeah. At breakfast."

"At--- breakfast?" Amanda moaned... "I don't care if Harry is an expert in thatttt... I thought Hufflepuff's aren't aloud to be bad a's?"

"Screw the stereotype."

[[/hypocrite]]

[I correct you. I am not my character.]

(Can the train stop now? =D)

[[Shoot. LET'S SKIP THE CARRIAGES. I WANNA GET THERE.]]

"We'll talk tomorrow about this.."

Amanda fixed her socks, that she had, again gotten too short. Other wise she was glad she actually pickwed the right sizes this year. Quickly, she threw on her black cloak.

Yes, it was still empty.

Fry entered here with Holly. "Hey, sorry about this year."

"I-it's okay," Holly gave him a faux "oh-it's-no-problem" smile. "Just don't beat me up again. It wasn't exactly fun."

"That was so weird. I don't know what happened. But hey, I'll keep my arms to my sides."

"I bet," Holly mumbled, leaning back and crossing her arms.

"Aww, Holly, why is it so hard to talk to you now?"

"I wonder!" Holly exclaimed with over-the-top enthusiasm, her words dripping sarcasm and excessive amounts of "duh!".

He blushed. But he hid his girly feelings with manliness. "Yeah, well, maybe if you weren't so uptight all the time..."

"I'm not uptight. You're just way to casual."