<span style="color: #4080FF"><br/>Jasmine hopped on board the train and tried to find a good seat. She had been waiting for a friend from the previous year but unfortunately they hadn't come yet, all her waiting meant she'd have to sit with someone else instead of by herself. Carefully looking around she spotted a familiar face. The young Weasley had seen Professor Carmody the year prior but only in passing. However Jasmine wasn't sure if conversing with him this early would be appreciated, if being talkative struck her. With only five minutes before departure she decided to press her luck.<br/><br/>Making her way behind the much taller wizard, she cleared her throat and spoke. "May please I sit with you Professor? I promise not to make much racket." Despite not knowing him personally she'd heard unusual rumors about him ranging from being the late Bathilda Bagshot's secret lovechild to having been a famous wizarding sports commentator sixty years ago. Both seemed laughable in Jasmine's opinion. What piqued her respect and curiosity were how several senior Ravenclaws talked about his courses. They were challenged daily and many students who had too sensitive an ego were the first to drop and switch classes. Perhaps this year, Jasmine too would join those who hungered for knowledge so much, they'd risk taking it from the Hippogryff's beak.<br/></span>