<div align="center"><em>Lavender Ackerly - Suddenly alone again...</em></div><br/><hr/><br/>Lavender knew it was too good to last. Someone had actually been speaking to her and even showing an interest in the things she said for the first time in her life. But his friends came by and stole his attention away. She should have figured that would happen. It only made sense that more interesting people get the attention.<br/><br/>Once he was gone, the little Hufflepuff laid her head against the train window. The train was moving too much now for her to fall asleep. She'd just have to suffer through the trip it seemed. Having to listen to everyone out in the halls of the train talking and chatting away about their summers made her a little sick. Not that she was disgusted with people having friends and such, but it made her feel lonely. That's why she normally slept through these things. Lavender just hoped it was over with quick.<br/><br/>Hoping to pass some more time, she pulled her number charts out again and sat their writing in random names and numbers. Her fingers would likely be covered with ink by the time they got to the school.<br/><br/><br/><div align="center"><em>Rabastan Lestrange - Being a 'Good' Brother</em></div><br/><hr/><br/>"I'm sure Remy won't have a problem with us sharing classes with her, would you?" he smiled over at his sister, "We'll be like the...uh...what's that Muggle book? The Three Musketeers? Something like that..." Rabastan could think of nothing more amusing to see than to have Barty falling all over himself to keep his composure in front of Remedy the whole year. Oh this was going to be a fun year. Plenty of sixth year witches to be talked into spending a few dark nights in the dungeons with him, watching Barty fumble his way into make Remy join them, and of course watching Bella sink further into her own little madness was always fun, "It's good you two will be around. Junior is always complaining about how I can't seem to control myself or pay attention in class," it wasn't a complete lie. Someone was always pecking at him about that, "At least you're my sister, Remy. You're expected to smack me over the head and keep me in line," he teased.