I'm gonna write solely in English from now on, I'll switch back once characters start speaking English.
While the carriage might have looked massive from the outside, it was even larger inside. Rows upon rows of booths lined the windows. There were already two students inside the carriage, both probably fifth-years. Walking past them, she quickly found a seat and, making herself comfortable, continued reading the book from that morning.
The quiet classical music filling the carriage eased her mind as she engrossed herself in the book, only realising how much time had passed when a small group of boys rushed into the carriage laughing boisterously. A vein twitched on her forehead as she lost her spot on the page. The group of what she presumed were third-years sat down in the booth next to hers, still speaking loudly.
Her lips tightened into a single line, and she shut her book with a thump, making the boys jump in surprise. Her amber eyes fixed onto them, glaring holes through their skulls.
Embarrassed, they quickly quieted down, only every now and then laughing.
It was only a bit after, that another group entered this one, only girls. Marielle looked up from her book as they sat down in her booth, giggling amongst each other. A smile came to her lips as she recognised them. "Hello Fleur, Océane, Amélie what a surprise." Fleur's face lights up, "Marielle, it's so good to see you. How is René?" Marielle slowly closed her book and placed it on the oak table. "He's doing fantastic, as my little brother should. How's Gabrielle?" Fleur giggled, "She was crying all morning, not wanting me to leave." Océane and Amélie giggled with her, but Marielle only smiled politely, "She loves you very much. Most siblings aren't that close." Améelie nodded in agreement, "My brother is so annoying, he was constantly trying to put his school supplies into my bag. I kept having to chase him away, luckily my mother stepped in."
It was then that a man dressed in the sky blue of Beauxbatons, "Frédéric Lambert? Is there a Frédéric Lambert on this carriage?" No one spoke up, and Marielle sighed, opening her book again. She sucked her teeth in frustration, when suddenly someone came running onto the carriage. "I'm here. I'm here," the boy said breathlessly. Marielle looked up from her book, and cocked her head. So that was Frédéric Lambert, tall and messy-haired; he looked handsome in a, I run around the forest all day, kind of way.
"You're late!" the man said sternly, and Frédéric combed a hand through his hair, "Sorry, won't happen again." The man glared, "It better not."
Frédéric then quickly made his way down the carriage and sat himself right at the end, with some other boys.
"He's rather good-looking, isn't he?" Océane whispered, a small smile on her face. Marielle rolled her eyes, "It doesn't matter, does it? He has no tact, he should be embarrassed being late like that." That made Fleur giggle. "Come on, it's not that bad." Marielle pursed her lips. "Fleur, please, we as nobles need to set an example to all the others, and that boy is doing the exact opposite." Fleur sighed, "Alright, alright, I concede. What are you reading anyway?" Marielle smiled brightly, "I thought you'd never ask." She presented the book to the girls. "Histoire de la France sorcière." Amélie's face lit up, "I just started reading that one, it's so fascinating, I especially love the chapter about the forming of Beauxbatons." For the next hour, Marielle and Amélie talked about the book, while Fleur and Océane listened fascinated.