Desiree jerked awake in her seat on the Hogwarts Express when she heard Archon's amplified voice.  It was actually almost that loud naturally whenever she was sent to his office for her mischief.  She stretched languidly across the seats of the empty booth, then sat up.  The first years were moving towards the doors, looking dumbfounded as they exited into the night.  Once the train was mostly empty, she stood, took hold of her trunk, and stepped off of the train into the chill night air.<br/><br/>It was a shock, so she stood for a moment there, hugging herself and rubbing her arms.  She looked towards the lake where the first year students were loading into the boats.  Except one, a girl that seemed to be fascinated about the self-pulling carriages.<br/><br/>"It's magic," Desiree thought to herself.  "There doesn't have to be an explanation for everything."  When the girl headed to the boats, Desiree climbed aboard a carriage and awaited the journey to the school for her third year.  She was glad when three other Slytherins climbed into the carriage.  She didn't want anything to do with any of the students from the other houses tonight.  A long flight, a delay on the tarmac...she was not happy right now.  Besides, who needs some sanctimonious losers around from the other houses anyway?<br/><br/>"Ooh...we're the Gryphondors, we're the bravest."<br/>"Ooh...we're the Ravenclaws, we're the smartest."<br/>"Ooh...we're the Hufflepuffs, we're the hardest workers."<br/><br/>"Yeah, well, we're the Slytherins.  We'll jump you in the hallway.  We'll steal your boyfriend or girlfriend.  We'll make your life miserable for as long as we're in the same region of the world together.  We'll replace your fudge brownie with a mudpie."<br/><br/>Oh well, back to interhouse rivalries and Quidditch matches and trying not to end up with a negative individual points total this year.  Oh, yeah.  She almost forgot...and studies.  The Quidditch matches were the best though.  So much fun.