Harry had escaped from the car he'd been in. It was far too depressing sitting about while Ron and Hermione was off doing their Prefect duties. He was still smarting a bit that Dumbledore hadn't selected him as one. He couldn't help but wonder why.
He was in his uniform, having changed. Harry's tie was loose though and the top button was undone. His hair stuck up a little on top after he'd given up on trying to flatten it in the loo when he was changing.
Making his way to the back of the train, he wished he'd brought something to do so he could sit back there and avoid everyone. Maybe he would catch Draco up to something; he was still convinced that Draco was helping Voldemort and the Death Eaters.
Reaching the end, he was prepared to turn around when he saw a familiar figure in one of the cars. His heart skipped a beat. "Ginny?" he called out softly, a little worried that something might be wrong.