Once more time came to return to the hell hole formerly known as a home away from home. Hogwarts was nowhere near what it used to be since their new regime took over – now the castle was a place of nightmares, all its warmth replaced by a looming feeling of dread over who would be tortured next. It was therefore something of an oddity to see a grinning, dark haired girl in a red sarcastic t-shirt walking along the darkened train with mocking cheerfulness, pushing her trunk ahead of her. Crowning jewel sitting atop of said trunk was her baby blue pygmy puff, Uric the Oddball, doing his favorite thing in the whole world. Absolutely nothing. Aside from eating, shitting, breathing, making adorable squeaky noises and occasionally moving a few inches, Joce couldn't recall ever seeing it partake in another activity. But she swore she would one day teach it a trick if it was the last thing she did. Poking the small ball of challenging fluff she could already tell today was not that day.

"You haven't won yet, Oddball. You still look like you have a few good years of life left in you," She muttered teasingly. Pulling her wand she levitated her possessions aboard in lead, using them for parting the sea of glaring students so she could walk comfortably through. Joce didn't much care about getting in trouble for this minor offense – she had a trunk, trunk had to board with her, simple logic dictated these weren't grounds for detention. Anyone who disagreed could read her bloody shirt. Besides, short of death there wasn't much worse they could do to her after the end of last year. She was beautifully cursed. Only sheer stubborness genuinely made her return this year, well that and her friends's safety. Withdrawing on her final year would just make them win; she wasn't having that. Peering inside every compartment as she went in seach of her bffwylion she offered customary 'Ello's like she wasn't rudely poking her nose everywhere, until she found the right one and maneuvered her things inside, dopping them on top of Cam's.

Plopping down in three seats opposite him at once, stretching her legs over two of them in a clear statement that nobody else was now welcome to sit with her, Joce smirked at the other half of their despicable duo, patting her thigh in an invitation for him to sit in her lap. "C'mon, Camcorder, let me see if you put on at least five pounds over the summer. You're way too skinny for a bloke. We need to work on your muscles so that you can be as irresistible as I am." No 'Ello this time, no customary how was your summer. She knew it was probably pretty crappy with a few shades of nice in a world they now had to endure, so like usually she immediately veered toward humor in order to lighten the atmosphere.