<em>Lily Evans</em><br/><br/>She arrived as always on time for the Hogwarts Express.  Lily strode through the barrier to Platform 9<sup>3</sup>/<sub>4</sub>pushing her trolley.  Today sh was wearing an old pair of jeans and a red, white and black plaid button-up shirt, with the sleeves rolled up to her elbows.   The Evans' were however a little later than usual this year.  As it was Lily's last year at school, Mr. and Mrs. Evans had tried to persuade Lily's sister Petunia to come and see Lily off.  Petunia had refused point blank t go anywhere near the 'freak house'.  As Lily stepped through the barrier the shrill whistle pierced the air, they were indeed cutting it close.  Lily gave a quick goodbye hug to each her mother and father before stepping up onto the train.  She slid her wand out of the pocket of her jeans and gave it a little flick saying "Locomotor Trunk", the trunk rose instantly into the air and followed Lily up the steps onto the scarlet steam engine.  Mr and Mrs. Evans beamed at their daughter and waved to her as the Hogwarts Express began to pull away.<br/><br/>Lily loved being 17 and being able to use magic whenever she wanted, it at made this summer quite enjoyable.  She waved to her parents until they were out of sight.  Lily was anxious to see her friends, she had corresponded via Owl Post with a few friends but she hadn't seen anyone since term had ended in June.   With her large trunk bobbing after her Lily went along the compartments searching for some firends to sit with.<br/><br/><br/><em>Michayla Jereaux</em><br/><br/>Michayla had bee up late the night before she had been writing an Extra Credit paper for Transfiguration, She had been working on it on and off over the summer and had neglected to finish it, so Michayla had stayed up 'till 4 in the morning finishing what she thought was an 'Outstanding' piece of work.  She had been late waking up that morning sleeping until 10:20 finally her parents woke her up, she rushed to get cleaned up and dressed.  Lucky for her, she'd had her trunk packed for a week, so all she needed to do was throw her paper on the top and she was ready to go<br/><br/>Her parents accompanied her to the station at 10:30 and left promptly afterwards, they both had to work.  Michayla had her blond hair tied up in a ponytail and wore a pair of brown boots with a pair of black jeans and a long-sleeve grey turtleneck.  Once her parents had left Michayla made her way onto the train to pick out a compartment where to put her things.  Finding a compartment she had chosen a book from her trunk and sat down to read to pass the time.  As tired as she was it didn't take long for Michayla to fall asleep lying on the cushioned bench. She never heard the train whistle, she didn't wake even while the train rattled along the tracks into the countryside.<br/><br/>And so Michayla slept, lying across the bench with her feet up on the cushioned seat.  The book she'd bee reading "Theories of Transubstantial Transfiguration" rested on her chest rising and falling with each of Michayla' breaths.