|Journal: Saving It|
The train seemed to be taking decades to reach its destination this year.
The girl, in her seventh and final year of Hogwarts, sat back against the cushioned back of a compartment seat and looked out the window towards the dark trees flashing by; it was rainy and a little cold, not the kind of weather that Serena was very fond of. She was alone in this one pocket at the moment, her friends having just left to hunt down the trolley and buy some mid-ride snacks. Very few students had already changed into their robes, but she had donned hers almost as soon as the train took off from the station; they were much more comfortable than any muggle clothes, and she wanted to wear the Gryffindor emblem with pride.
Serena was unusually dark. Usually, she would be up and about, perhaps torturing some First Years or devouring chocolate frogs and boasting over her new card, but today it was not so. There were many things on her mind, and none of them were the pleasantest things for a teenager to be thinking about.
There were rumors about the upcoming semester at Hogwarts that had everyone a little antsy. For one, in the past vacation, there had been an outbreak of wild behavior in all magical creatures… they had suddenly begun attacking anything within sight, and even Serena’s own owl had begun banging itself against the bars of its cage for absolutely no reason. This was worrying to the entire wizard community.
“Hey. Want this?”
Serena’s thoughts were interrupted as someone held out a box of jellybeans towards her face. She looked up, emerald eyes flashing in the light from the hallway. It was Hazel—a girl that was a year younger than Serena, and certainly much more childish. Yet still, she was probably the sweetest person that Serena knew, and she had to smile at the blonde that offered her treats, even though smiling was one of the last things that she wanted to do.
“They’ll make you feel better,” Hazel added happily. The girl had no idea what was on Serena’s mind, but still, she knew that something was up. Intuitional little imp.
“Thanks.” Serena took the box of beans and looked at it cautiously; it had flavors like cherry, grape, licorice, ketchup, steak, earwax. Woe was the child that mistook an earwax flavored jellybean for oh, say, lemon. It was quite the shock upon consumption.
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