Echo sat in her empty compartment, painting her nails a vivid blue. She was alone, but that was alright with her. Echo liked to be alone a lot, but she also didn't mind friends. Although, no one really considered her their friend usually. She was too odd and rude for them to talk to. It was her sixth year at Hogwarts, and she was in Slytherin house. She had some friends, and they would sit with her, but she hadn't seen them. So, she sat alone, and painted her nails. It was alright with her- maybe she could research new hexes. She laughed quietly to herself.