"I wonder what would happen if they had a year with only a couple kids? It must be possible, right?"
"Well, not unless a lot more people moved away and died than have already."
"There's Beauxbatons in France, and Durmstrang somewhere they won't specify but probably somewhere in Europe maybe Scandinavia or Germany, and several in America and Canada and other places outside of Europe."
"Well, France is just over the Channel, but yeah, for the UK and Ireland and such, just Hogwarts or home education."
"So probably there's never been all that many of us? If it's just the one school."
"Well, there's always been more Muggles than wizards, but Hogwarts is really big and I think it might get bigger when it's crowded."
Jenny giggles. "Well, you wouldn't worry about building more staircases!"
"Yeah, exactly. You would need thousands of kids just to fill up the stairs!"
"Imagine if the school got really full and they had to start teaching classes on the staircases..."
"They could actually work pretty well as stadium seating! We'd better get on the train," adds Miranda.
"Good point! On with you aaaaall," Jenny says, making shooing motions with her hands as she goes to load her own stuff onto the nearest car.
Why, look! An empty compartment! How convenient.
Once they're all settled in, they chat contentedly until the sweets cart comes by. They're a little squished in their seats with five in a compartment, but nobody minds. Chocolate Frogs are purchased and consumed, and Emma collects those cards she does not already have, and the cart moves along.
At this point a girl in Slytherin colors walks- it's not quite a run, but it's close- past their compartment after it. "Wait, wait please, can I buy another Frog?" And then, to herself, muttering, "为什么她怎么快?"
Emma freezes. "Hey, hang on," she tells the others, and manages to squirm her way out of the compartment. "Hey, um, sorry, what'd you just say?" Emma asks the other girl.
"I asked her to stop?" she replies, puzzled.
"No, the part after that?"
"Oh. That she was going too fast?"
"But... that wasn't English."
"Noooo," as the puzzled look continues. "It was Mandarin. Why do you care?"
"Nothing, uh, sorry, was confused," Emma mumbles, and ducks back into the car. The girl looks at her in bemusement before shaking her head and moving on after the cart.
"I understood that," she hisses to her friends. "I do not speak Chinese, how did I understand that."
Miranda blinks, and then recites an Igbo nursery rhyme inquisitively.
Emma repeats it back in English. Apparently the prince thinks the tortoise's daughter is very beautiful.
Emma blinks at her. "It's... kinda about someone being sad themselves... it's confusing though, I'm not sure it's a full sentence?"
"Try taking the necklace off before we try something else, in case it's that."