Ginny Weasley sighed boredly as she sat on the Hogwarts Express, playing with a few strands of hair that were hanging down in front of her face. Her friends had all decided to up and leave her, having decided that now they were in third year and thirteen years old they were old enough to go and share cabins with the boys in order to shamelessly flirt with them. Ginny, however, had little interest in such things. Oh, she was interested in boys, but she didn't want to go chasing up and down the train for any boy who would look at her. Still, the disadvantage to staying behind meant she was all alone in the cabin near the back of the train. In the distance she could occasionally hear laughter and giggling over the noise of the train from a few carriages up ahead, but all she did was roll her eyes and return to staring out of the window.
"Ugh... immature idiots," Ginny slumped her forehead against the cool glass as she stared through it boredly at the passing countryside. "Geez... this train ride is way more boring than I remember it being the first time. It seemed to be over in a flash then, now it's taking forever." The red-haired girl sighed again and closed her eyes as she attempted to take a nap, hoping it might make the trip pass a little faster.<|im_end|>
A young man of about 17 sighed as he walked through the corridors of the Hogwarts Express, looking back at Hermione as she walked down the halls with some friends. Hmm. Needs a little work. He shook his head and continued to walk forward, dragging a large trunk behind himself as he searched for a compartment to sit inside. The muscular male had just come from America to the great UK less than 3 hours ago and was already dressed to impress, wearing a t-shirt one size too small to show off his muscular chest. The t-shirt had a picture of an outdated blue police box that said, I travel in style, referencing the long since canceled British tv show, Doctor Who. He pulled a pocket watch from the pocket of his blue jeans to check the time and then put it back into the tight jeans, which showed off the outline of his thick member. He cracked his neck and then walked into a compartment without knocking. He blinked as he noticed the little girl in the compartment. Oh wow.
He took a step inside the compartment and said, Sorry. Don't mean to interrupt. I hope you won't mind if I join you in here. He didn't wait for her answer as he pulled his trunk in behind him and set it up on the seat next to him. He opened it up and pulled out a typewriter and set it on his lap as a hedgehog crawled up his back and sat on his shoulder. He looked over at her with a smile and said, My name is Joe Sims by the way. This wasn't entirely true. His name was Joseph Simpson and he was one of the wizarding world's most famous authors, mostly because of the fact that he had never been seen. His books weren't necessarily critically acclaimed but were popular for their simplistic writing style, evolving storyline and most importantly, the graphic scenes, which most older critics claimed were just an excuse to peddle more smut and violence to a younger generation. He had hidden from the likes of the Daily Prophet and Witch Weekly, refusing them with the now famous Simpson quote, No interviews unless it's for the Quibbler.<|im_end|>