You know, usually when people are in a train cart. You just chill and do your own thing, take a nap or something. But what people don't usually do on a train, is have a pack of five Hellhounds scratching at your cart door.

You are a half-blood, but don't know. You're on your way to a boarding school at DC. Normal, right? You were taking a train for now, knowing soon it'd switch to a new transportation. What you didn't account for, were a pack of hellhounds to come and attack you.

Your luggage was stored in the higher area of the train as scratching repeatedly scrapped against the door. Harsh growls echoed down the train hall. The announcement came from the train conductor.

"We have been informed that dogs have been found roaming around the train. Five black labs, collars were recorded on all of them. If you are the owner please grab your dogs, this is a train not a play park," the speaker echoed the voice of the conductor. Static echoed before he continued, "And why did you name them Sprinkles, Cookies, Gumdrops, Present, and Ornament? What is this, Christmas?"