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Eleanor Blythe couldn't help but feel like she was trapped in a never ending crowd of students while walking down the narrow isle of the Hogwarts Express.
She had been trodden on a total of three times, elbowed a total of six times and had lost count on how many times she had been shoved. If it wasn't for Cedric Diggory bribing her with a box of Cauldron Cakes (possibly the best things to be created, in her opinion) then she would have lashed out at the next person who came into contact with her.
"My arm aches," complained Eleanor as she lugged her trunk behind her with decreasing strength. She glanced at Cedric out the corner of her dark eyes to see if he got the hint.
The boy next to her raised an eyebrow, the corner of his lip quirking upwards slightly. He had known her far too long to understand what everyone tone of voice signified, or what every word she spoke secretly meant. He was no mind reader, just a good friend, a best friend. "Is that code for 'Please carry my stuff, Cedric'?" he asked.
"Too right it is, I feel like my arms are about to drop off," said Eleanor with a satisfied smile on her face. She passed her trunk over to Cedric and shook her arms in relief. "Thank you ever so much."
"I didn't exactly have a choice but no problem," he commented with an amused eye roll, taking her trunk in his other hand.
"Quit complaining and get moving, Mr. Perfect."
Cedric stared deadpan at Eleanor, but she only grinned cheekily back in return.
As they walked further down the train, Eleanor and Cedric peered through each of the compartment windows, their eyes searching for the rest of their friend group. Whenever the blinds were rolled down, one of them would slide open the compartment door only to be disappointed upon not finding Alexander Smith and Laurence Price.
"When Alex told me they would be at the back of the train, he could have specified what compartment," Cedric muttered lowly but loud enough for Eleanor to hear.
He slid another compartment door open, only to receive a startling chorus of high-pitched girls screaming at him to get out. Cedric didn't need to be asked twice, the angry yells were enough to make him slide the door shut. "Definitely not them," he coughed awkwardly, turning to her with wide eyes.
Eleanor couldn't help but let out a snort of laughter. "I think that they scared you more than you scared them."
"They weren't even scared, Elle. They were aggressive," Cedric said worriedly. "Those were shouts of pure aggression."
