Dani, on the other hand, sought seclusion for a different reason. Her Maman had begun a tradition with her very first trip to Hogwarts, writing Dani a letter (in French, of course) that she wasn't to open until the train had departed. She'd kept it up, every term without fail, and Dani had a whole stack of them kept safe in a corner of her trunk.
She was on her way back from a trip to the loo, envelope in her pocket, keeping an eye out for an empty compartment in which to read her mother's missive before returning to her friends. Upon finding one that seemed only occupied by shadows, silent where others were filled with laughter and the exuberant recounting of holidays and adventures, Dani opened the door and slipped inside.
She had not expected six feet of slightly snoozing Slytherin. "Oh. Je suis désolé," she murmured, lapsing into French without realising she'd done so.