<div align="center"><em>Rabastan Lestrange</em></div><hr/><br/>His encounter with all the little blood traitors did little to dampen his mood. While others hated to come back here, and even he did at times, there was much he did enjoy. Once they graduated their new lives would start. Rabastan wouldn't be able to do some of the things he did here out in the real world. He wanted very much to leave this place and never look back, but he was going to miss those moving staircases. They made it so easy to look up a girl's skirt. Still, leaving had it's advantages. He could only imagine what it would be like once the Dark Lord took control of the Ministry. First here in England, next the entire wizarding world, then finally putting Muggles in their place.<br/><br/>Sighing, he flopped onto the bench seat in his compartment and closed his eyes. He was starting to wonder where the others were. His brother should have been here a while ago, so should have Bellatrix, Narcissa, and even Crouch. He'd seen Barty, but he hoped the boy had enough sense to get away from those Gryffindors soon.<br/><br/>Almost on cue, Barty slid open the door and he sat up, "Hello,<em>Junior</em>," he always had a feeling that Barty didn't like that, "Have a good summer?"<br/><br/><hr/><hr/><br/><div align="center"><em>Lavender Ackerly</em></div><hr/><br/>Lavender pushed through the barrier onto the platform. She was, as usual, a little nervous. This was her last year at Hogwarts and she was nervous about what would happen after graduation. Everyone seemed to have something in mind. A plan. Somewhere to go and something to do. Lavender, on the other hand, hadn't a clue. Her parents always told her to keep her head down, but at the same time they wanted her to succeed and do better than everyone else. So far she'd been, in her parents opinion, a complete failure. Her grades were deplorable, with the exception of Arithmancy. She'd managed to nearly fail out of everything, not making good enough grades to move onto any of the advanced classes for the normal things like Potions, Charms, and Transfiguration. She'd just barely managed to keep up with her Defense Against the Dark Arts work. Some Slytherin jerk, Rabastan Lestrange, had asked her if she was sure she wasn't a Squib after exams last year. If it wasn't for hearing things like that from her parents, she might have broken down into tears.<br/><br/>She passed by several other students wearing yellow scarves and Hufflepuff badges on their robes, but none of them seemed to notice her and she didn't make herself known to them. Lavender held back when she saw Bellatrix Black going onto the train and a few minutes later Narcissa Black doing the same. She wasn't stupid enough to get in the way of those two. Then she spotted the 'popular' group of Gryffindor boys and the Remy Lestrange chatting. It tugged a little in her stomach watching them. Her parents said that friends only made things difficult, so she'd always put herself in the position not to have any. It was too late anyway. Spending seven years around all these same people, it wasn't like she could just walk up to any of them and make friends. That was silly. They'd laugh at her.<br/><br/>Instead of just standing there staring at people like an idiot, she climbed onto the train and slipped into the first coach she could find. With no one she was interested in talking to and nothing to do, she pulled her bag into her lap and started pulling out number charts. School hadn't even started and she was already working on school work. For those that didn't know her or her grades, they'd actually think she was a good student.