Weasel Ways

Lucy was dreading going home. At home she'd have to deal with her doting parents watching over her shoulder 24/7. At least at Hogwarts everyone was so wrapped up in their own drama that if something went wrong for Lucy, it was easy to cover it up. Unless, perhaps, Molly would oblige by taking the heat off her.

As Lucy slid open a compartment door took in the empty seat just tempting her to lay all the way across it, she smiled to herself. Yes, that would be perfect, actually. And if it turned out that Molly didn't oblige, well, perhaps Lucy could risk rifling through her sister's trunk to find something worth their parents concern. It was bound to be there, what with the people she hung out with.

Molly had left Margo and Andre almost literally in the lurch, though she could hear their voices so she was certain they would not be far behind her. The hallway was beginning to fill up with confused students, and she had to squeeze her way through, her wand clenched in her right hand, left hand resting on the polaroid camera hanging from her neck. Whatever this was, she was going to document it?

Finally on the other side of a large gaggle of second years, she began peeking her head into compartments. Nobodies. Nobodies. No-body? Molly paused. But there had certainly been a few Ravenclaws she knew in that compartment when they came through - the compartment had been crammed full. And she did not see them in the hallway.

She snapped a picture and continue, plucking the photograph from the camera and wafting it in the air.

The next compartment made her stop. The sole occupant was her sister. Seeming indifference or not, she could ignore that.

She slid the compartment open. "You okay?"

((my bad for taking so long, sorry))

André raised an eyebrow at Margo telling him not to refer to Molly by her last name. He put his hands up in an 'excuse me' fashion and continued to follow the girl leading ahead. His wand still in his hand as he thought of asking where she was going, but he assumed he wasnt going to get much answer anyway.

He started to see more students, all as confused as him, second years, younger than him. He instantly felt some what of a protectiveness. "Stay calm. We'll figure out what's happening. We'll try to find a teacher or a prefect." He called out to students as he walked past, continuing towards Molly because his interest had peaked at wondering where she was planning to go.

Then they reached a compartment, and they stopped at a compartment with one girl. As André got a good look he assumed it was one of the Weasley's, not sure if she was a sibling of Molly or a cousin. "Anyone got any ideas?" he said to the girls in his vicinity, motioning towards the students.

Okay? You had to do a lot more for Lucy Weasley to not be okay. Even if she had fallen on the floor.

"Perfect," she said breezily, dusting off her skirt as she stood.

Someone else joined Molly at the door. Mulligan.

"Get them out of the corridor, back into their seats," she told him. It was always best to give boys something to make them feel useful while everyone else took care of business.

"Weren't there professors on the train?" she asked Molly. "I'm sure I saw Dom when I was boarding."

"You okay?"

"A perfect."

A typical Weasley love fest.

Andre burst in, Margo practically attached to him. Molly pursed her lips with slight interest, enjoying the way her sister handled Mulligan. Interesting. She wondered if it'd work.

She shook her head. "She was - haven't seen her. Or heard her. Which is more likely." She paused. "Teacher's compartment. We could check."

Margo was looking between all three, desperate to cling to someone else's certainty.

André listened to the girl's response. Getting the students calmly back inside the compartments was a good plan, but that wasn't the only thing they could do. André looked back out to the students. It wouldn't be so hard to do. But what really needed to be done was to find the teachers, that is if the teachers had made it, or prefects. Then it'd be smart to cautiously avoid the castle. "You can take care of that, can't you?" He responded with a smirk.

He turned to look out the window one more moment. For a moment just thinking about his father, and how this had been his school. How this could have been André's school had he not left for England the minute his parents had lost their lives. He stepped back for a moment, and listened to the girl continue. He'd almost forgotten that one of the teachers was their family. It'd be smarter for them to go. "Forget it, I got the students. Weas- Molly?" He was unsure they were on first name basis, but Margo had told him not to. "Molly's right, check for the teachers. I can try to keep the students calm."