Miranda hugs her mum and onto the train they go. It's not particularly full yet; they find one that is currently empty without trouble.
"You know what occurred to me after I got home that day when we met? I could've tried impersonating an imaginary person to get another wand from Mr. Ollivander."
"Oh, that would've been useful! But at least we both found second wands at the pawnshop."
"Yeah. Maybe next year I can get a third one by pretending I'm a new first year." He's still examining his wand between his fingers when he asks: "Did you try playing with your wand a bit yet?"
"Little bit. We won't be allowed to use magic out of school later, but Renée said I could probably get away with it before I was formally enrolled."
He looks at her, then, pausing his fidgeting. "What'd you learn? What can you do? I accidentally set some stuff on fire and mum told me I couldn't play with it until I actually learnt how."
"Um, I braided some string with the spell Renée uses on my hair - I didn't want to point my wand at my head until I knew what I was doing - and I sort of mostly repaired a broken plate and she had to do it over again because there was still a crack, and I did sparks."
He nods, that old look of fascination about trivial things back on his face.
"We're allowed to do magic on the train, if there's something you want to try."
He looks around for something small, and decides to go with his pen. He wonders if there's a surface that looks not flammable.
The interior paneling of the train car is wood, Miranda's trunk is wood, the floor is carpeted, and the cushions are upholstered.
"Wingardium Leviosa!"
It does not work!
Fortunately consequences of failing to cast this spell do not typically include any pyrotechnics.
Unfortunately they do include turning its target into an unaimed projectile.
"Eep!" Miranda ducks, although it hadn't been going to hit her. She falls off her seat.
"Ow!" she cries out, falling on her butt.
"Sorry!" Sadde apologises between giggles, standing up to check on the girl and on Miranda. "Are you alright?" he asks, looking between both of them.
"...ow," the girl moans.
"I'm fine," sighs Miranda. "Do you want me to go find a prefect who knows how to cast healing spells?" she asks the new girl.
"A flying pen," Sadde explains, grinning.
The girl's distress is immediately replaced by a look of jealousy mixed with awe. "You can do magic already?" she asks, then squints. "Unless you're not first years?"
"I can fail at magic already, and yes we are," he chuckles.
"You're allowed to try things on the train," Miranda tells her. "But you might want to be careful. I'm Miranda and that's Sadde; what's your name?"
"We can be friends!" Sadde says.
"Great!" Willow says, taking that as invitation to come in with her rather large luggage slithering in autonomously after her.
Sadde stares at it. "I want one of those!"
"I'm muggleborn too," Sadde says.
"Nifty!"