<div style="text-align: justify;">Gayle was part nervous, part excited. She was finally getting to study in one school for the rest of her education. But that meant staying there for the next two years. She wondered whether or not she would be able to make new friends and actually bond with someone. Up until now, the only constant presence in her life had been her father, and although she liked people - not too many at once, but still -, she didn't really feel the need to attach herself to anyone else.<br/><br/>Now, though, things were changing. She was gonna settle down, and should probably make an effort. Hugging her father goodbye at King's Cross hadn't really been easy, but she was looking forward to going to Hogwarts. It had been her dream ever since she had learned more about the school. And now... it was real.<br/><br/>As she entered the train, Gayle looked for the first empty compartment she could find. She would have taken an already occupied one, but luckily found one where she could pick her seat, right next to the window. She was daydreaming about the future when someone stepped in. Her gaze moved from the view she was looking at to the person who had spoken to her. Wondering for a second, she stood up to greet the young man - her father was a little old fashioned when it came to manners. "I'm Gayle Langdon, I have just moved into London and will be attending Hogwarts for the next two years. It's a pleasure, Mr. Crowley", she introduced herself, in an accent with a slight touch of French, as she had been there last.</div>