Jane smiled. She had not realized how much she had missed Roxy until she flurried in.

"As a matter of fact, I did bring some confections. What do you think about some classic chocolate chip cookies? My family' secret recipe of course." she winked at Roxy.

"Don't tell the trolley marm, though. You remember what happened last time!" The Trolley lady did not approve of Jane's homebaked goodies, or her stink pellets, or Jane in general for that matter. She had caught Jane their third year with a bag full of pumpkin bread and had confisticated it. The group got it back, of course, but not without some revenge on the snack stealing hag (hence the dislike of stink pellets).

She reached in her bag above her seat and gave a couple cookies to Roxy for her to hide among her person.

 

"Oh hell yeah." Roxy takes a cookie gleefully and shoves the entire thing in her mouth at once. The rest of the cookies were hidden on her leg, under a corner of her robe - perfect.

Once the delicious treat was devoured, Roxy shakes her head, "Witchcraft. Janey. Fuckin' hardcore witchcraft are in these cookies and I think you need to explain t' the Grand Wizengamot why you're usin' magic outside of school on these cookies." She was joking of course, "So how was your break? Letter can only 'xplain so much and I'm assuming you did more than you wrote!"

Bro was never one to let his "kids" off easily. There was this strange ritual practice shit Bro would instill with the same questions and "what are you going to do if_________" inquiries. No wonder it took the longest for his brothers to get on their goddamn way, but it was understood. It was just the way they'd grown up with Bro. Thinking back on his friends' sobby goodbyes', one could only be thankful for Bro.

Nothing had really phased Dirk that he was actually being sent to Hogwarts once again to start a whole new year. It was only until he'd begun replaying the enthused chat bubbles in his head from last night, those with exclamation points and anticipation, that he saw this trainride more to see his trio that summer had pulled apart, rather than focused on where they'd be going. It was at this point that Dirk was going quite instinctively straight to the end of the car for one strict reason.

Though he'd not yet hit his growth spurt, maneuvering was not too much of a challenge for him. Dirk kind of just kept turning himself and squeezing through the buzzing crowd as vivid colors of distant villages flew by, muttering his adroit apologies and "'scuse me's". Dave knew by this point where he was heading, and stopped his tailgating early on. The environment of a new schoolyear; there was no other way to describe this feeling.
There was a warmth of Dirk's own brimming, pleased suspense, this feeling inside of him boiling as a nest of dark locks caught his eye among the tops of the 6th years' heads. His heart picked up its pace, and so did his feet, now stepping in longer strides with a small smile of subtle jollity in his chest. Just in time to hear his old friend curse out his frustrations, too.

Finally catching up took more than just slipping past some of the halted students. The blond gave a quick glance over his shoulder, now seeing that he'd made a small stream of people trailing behind him. It was apparent he couldn't stop here. Once he'd finally reached what he believed to be the English boy, he quickly eyed him above his shades, just for a moment, to assure his question and it was indeed him, without a doubt. Now just barely skimming past him, awkwardly getting pressed due to so many people, he finally got his luggage past Jake's and lightly grabbed his forearm from behind him, and simply kept trudging with the English at his feet as if nothing had happened.

It was after more suffocating contact and moving that they reached a clearing of people at the end of the traincar. Dirk precariously let his bags drop as well as Jake's forearm to reach to the entrance of the booth they'd habitually met at. He let his posture ease against the wall of the booth, arm keeping his balance. "One would only think the crowd would get better over the years, huh."  He let his chest collapse with oxygen, leveling his sights to seek out Jake's though dark spectacles. Silently motioning Jake into where they'd always sat, he allowed Jake to settle himself before himself. Dirk quietly tilted his head forward a tad to peek at the old gals awaiting. He watched them chatter and bounce slightly with the rickety train, and everything seemed right.

"But yeah no, didn't mean scare you back there. Watching you drown was entertaining enough before I'd realized that we have a whole year awaiting its shit to be wrecked and two of the best gals awaiting to see you live and kicking."

"Well my summer's been borin' as hell," She sighed, shoving another cookie in her mouth. Roxy had no clue what was in the cookies, and she wasn't going to ask. That would probably be extremely rude. She'd only made the mistake of asking once, and instead she got a lecture and a horrified look.

She's saved from recounting her summer, which was, again, extremely boring (all she did was play video games and dick around on the computer), by her boys entering, "Dirk! Jake!" She bounces in her seat, "I missed you both so much!!! Like, omg, it's prob'ly been lit'ry forever!!!" She's grinning widely, and almost squeaks when Jake plops next to her.

"Oooh Mr. English!" She puts the back of her hand to her forehead and falls back, falling back into his lap and looking up at him, "How have you been, my green-texted prince? Get lost again?" Roxy glances over at Dirk, "I'll get t'you in a second, don't you worry" She winks before turning back to Jake. Roxy just likes to flirt, because she knows it doesn't really mean anything, and also it was super fucking fun. 

"Oh no, go ahead!" Jake grinned over at him, only to jokingly wiggle his eyebrows at the Lalonde now deposited in his lap. Oh, how he missed this crazy bunch. He gave her hair a playful tousle before looking back up at the two friends seated across, his smile threatening to crack his cheeks from how ecstatic he was. He was used to Roxy's antics and Dirk's sarcasm, Jane's warm nature and their whole aura as a group. There was nothing he missed more thile away from school, not the magic or classes or wonders that Hogwarts could offer, but the feeling of being completely at ease with the three people he trusted the most. He wouldn't trade them for the world.

"So, Mister Strider," he started, coyly cocking a brow, "What sorts of fun and daring escapades have you conjured up for us this year? Something truly spectacular, I do hope, though I have absolute faith in your scheming capabilities."

Roxy huffed as her hair was messed up, but all-in-all she took it in stride. She missed her friends. Writing and typing wasn't the same, and Roxy missed being around her huge dork friends. "Did I jus' hear th' word 'shenanigans'? 'Cause I've been workin' on potions over the summer. Had things flown in an' stuff - mum didn't approve - but either way I figured out some new potions for us!" She sits up, grinning from ear to ear. Her trunk above her had a few bottles of potions rattling around in it - wrapped up, of course, but still in her trunk. Invisibility, quickening, beard growing, teeth sparkling, and even a single bottle of shrinking potion. That one was hard to make, and Roxy had spent days trying to get it right. 

Of course, she was jerked forward when the train started moving, and she couldn't get as excited as planned, but it was a start. "First order of business though!" Roxy puts her hands up, trying to get everyone's attention, "Ne'one Sandy and Danny it up? Summer lovin' it up? Girls goin' crazy 'n cute boys - and o'course, oh, those summer nights." Yes. Roxy is actually making Grease references. She watched the movie maybe twice when she was 8 or so, but felt like it was relevant enough to the topic to semi-quote it.