While Billy didn't mind crowds at times, they could be a bit stifling. So many people around who weren't paying attention other than to their current companions. Sybill preferred it when she had the attention on her, and sometimes the crowds were a bit too much. She was excited about going back to school, but at the same time there was just a bit of sadness accompanying that feeling. It was her last year. She didn't intend to lose any of her friends, but that didn't mean she wasn't afraid it would happen anyway. She didn't know what she could do in the real world.
Perhaps it was because of that fear that she felt the need to stay in the compartment, watching others through the window. None the less, she wasn't alone for all that long. The second she heard her name shouted out, a smile covered her whole face. "Abby!" She greeted back happily. Abby was a sweet girl and the short seventh year couldn't ask for better company in her dower mood. Sybill knew her friend, though and when that trunk went on the floor she had a feeling that her younger friend would forget about it. She was right when the poor girl went head first over the trunk. "Oh! Abby, you have to be more careful. Shouldn't forget where you put your trunk, silly." The older girl offered, holding her hand out to help her friend up.