Seventh year. It was Autumn, the first term of the last year at Hogwarts. People rushed through to platform 9 3/4, to arrive for the Hogwarts train, not wanting to be late, as people had flooded onto it, boarding quickly and finding compartments, not wanting to get stuck with those they didn’t know or people they didn’t like.

It was the same old, get onto the train, find a compartment available and people immediately start babbling about what had happened that Summer whilst catching up with one another on the time they’d spent apart since the last school year.

It was one of the most annoying times of year. Returning, it meant having to sort absolutely everything, having to deal with a bunch of first years who know nothing about the place and are running around late, making fools out of themselves and losing house points.

Though on the plus side it also meant seeing other houses make a fool out of them selves by losing house points due to their nosey foolish first years causing an absolute mess of the place.

Narcissa had just arrived to her usual compartment, as she sat down, it was one of her few times she could escape Lucius, as he was off with his friends. Narcissa had herself tucked up next to the window, a leather cover book in her lap, as she wrote down a few notes, whilst waiting for the train to finally set off.