ANOTHER GENERIC CARRIAGE.

Karin had climbed up into the carriages, with Pureblood extremists again.

The pureblood extremist from the train, with the dark skin and frizzy hair, stepped onto the carriage. "Hey. Oh my gosh, did you hear? Some girl in our year got broken up with on the train."

Another one that seemed much younger, maybe in third year, stepped on. She tightend her scarf that bared Gryfindor colors. "Did I hear correctly that this is all purebloods?"

Karin smiled down at her-a dark twisted smile, like a snake's. "Of course! You may join us, if you are." She then turned back to the dark haired frizzy girl. "Oooh really?! Who broke up with her?!"

"I dunno! Some tall dude with red hair, I think. She got so upset, too! She called him a Mudblood!" The frizzy-haired girl grinned wildly.

With a happy sigh, the girl climbed on. The girl looked at the frizzy haired one. "Was he a mudblood?"

"I guess so, considering she called him one."

"Red hair, huh? Who do we know has red hair? Besides me, of course."

"... I saw a kid with a really bad German accent, but I can't remember if he had red hair or not."

"Um... that one really tall guy, in your House. I don't know his name. He USED to have red hair, though... but now it's brown."

"Bad? As in fake?" asked Karin quickly. Ideas then began to formulate in her head.

"Sounded like it was fake. Like he used a lot of v's or something. I passed his compartment when the candy cart was there."

Karin's eye narrowed in slits, until finally, her eyes were shut, and she sat back. "Lot of V's, huh... I should talk to him."

The girl played with her hair, twriling strands of it onto her finger. "I heard they kicked out any non pure-blood teacher this year."

"I guess. But what if he really is a Mudblood? Why the hell is he at Hogwarts? I thought all of those got sent away over the summer."

"Some Mudbloods are sneaking in." she said darkly. "So they can 'Continue their education.'" she said in a whining voice. "Rubbish, if you ask me."

"I know. They're idiots, the whole lot of them!"

Karin giggled. "It's like they WANT to be killed."

"I'd want to if I were one."

"It's human instinct-people are driven to live as long as possible. Even if it means living in disgusting conditions."

"That is a decent point... But I'd just turn myself in in disgrace if I were one."

"Well," Karin pat her on the shoulder. "Luckily, you're not. So you have NOTHING to worry about..." She leaned in closer. "I heard Snape is the new headmaster." she said quietly.

"Oh. Well this oughta be interesting."

"Oh, really? I saw it on the Hogwarts letter. Luckily, I'm a Slytherin. He loves Slytherins." She stuck her chest out, boasting her Slytherin badge.

"He hates Gryfindors. I'm screwed."