Jaina Smith, Ravenclaw, 7th year, Animagus / Hogwarts' Express / With: Neville
Jaina nodded as Neville spoke. She didn't feel too much like answering at the moment. She was thinking now. Neville had acted as if he'd known who the Russian, Dimitri, was. Perhaps he was a professor. There was no rule against having a young professor, as Professor Longbottom made clear with his age. He placed her in the carriage and spoke again. She nodded slightly in response, still wrapped in her thoughts. A blanket was placed over her and she drew it up around her shoulders. She moved to lay on her side and let out a gasp of pain. It was clear that wouldn't be happening. Jaina frowned deeply at that, she hated laying on her back. She lay there alone, looking at the train now. So much had happened today. The thought of the Witchers resurfaced. If she had only been able to get one alone, get them in a position where they were in danger... she could have questioned them. She didn't know if they took specific names or shot at random but, she bet it was names. Her father had been in muggle territory, had been dressed in muggle clothes. There was no way beyond them having a name and a picture for the target. She would have tortured the answers out of them if she could have. They'd turned her dangerous. She hadn't been like this in her other years. Jaina had always been sweet, rather happy-go-lucky. Her father had been the last person she truly had. Yes, they'd changed her, and she intended for the one responsible to pay for it.













