"Excellent. I will refrain from squealing girlishly and simply have you lead the way," Cora grabs her bag again and says, "Locomotor trunk," relieved to finally be in a vicinity where magic is allowed.
As Bellatrix leads them through the crowd, Cora strikes up more conversation. "I do hope that ignoramus Potter keeps his jokes to himself during this train ride. I'd rather deal with a headache before the feast. It'll make me throw up, I just know it." Cora at least shares with Bellatrix Black a great hatred of the Potter boy. His childish antics never fail to make Cora feel her blood pound in her head. Sirius is just the same. Remus, she has discovered from years of shared classes, is quite an upright and mature young man. She approves of him. She finds herself wondering constantly why such smart boy fell into step with those two troublemakers.
Cora shakes her head from her thoughts and waves to fellow Ravenclaws through the window of the cabin as they pass.