Typical.
Just typical. Juliette had fallen asleep - lulled into dreams by the steady puffing of the steam engine of the Hogwarts Express - and it was only the jolt to a stop that finally forced her awake. She leapt out of her seat, yawning and grabbed her robes, hurrying away to change into them. She pulled them on quickly and shoved her normal clothes back into her luggage, some dark brown locks springing free of its ponytail. Blinking, she remembered to dig out her remembrall and reposition it into the folds of her robes. Of course, it was still clouded bright red and she rolled her eyes. Couldn't it turn a different colour now?
She headed back to the compartment, where the other were and found herself glimpsing out the windows at the towering turrets of Hogwarts. A load of them - some from another compartment - were snapping pictures and Juliette grimaced, edging into the background. She was a little camera shy as she often found her clumsiness caught in film, but she smiled at the others, who seemed very excited.
Yet another year was about to begin.