Let The Rain Come Down

She was wet, she was tired, she was crabby, she was hungry and worst of all she had lost her broom some time ago. Her boots squelching with each step she took, the sound of which was about to drive her mad. The young witch had her fill of being rained on and squelching around in the mud with a heavy sigh she did something she hoped she wouldn't later regret....she held out her arm wand in hand and waited.

A pop sounded and Jensen held her breathe as the Knight Bus came to a screeching halt mere inches from her face.  

"This was a bad idea." The young witch mumbled as she boarded the bus. After paying her fee Jensen headed towards the back of the bus trying to find a vacant bed. Actually that wasn't near as hard as she thought it would be on this night the Knight bus was not near as packed as she had feared.  Deciding on a bed Jensen through her bag onto it claiming it as her and went in search of the lady handing out hot chocolate.

Before she could take more than three steps however the jerking of the bus sent Jensen flying to the opposite side of the bus. Finding her footing the young girl stood, righted herself and took another step before being sling shotted across the bus again.

Yea. This was definitely a bad idea.

At the next lurch, a hand caught hold of the woman's arm to stabilize her - the grip was firm but careful not to hurt her. 

"Hey, there we go. No need for you to get all bruised up." The older gentleman smiled, holding tight to his own bed's railing; a book lay half open, abandoned on the bed next to his bag and a thermos. "Are you all right, ma'am? I saw you get pitched about, this bus is always so madly tossing and turning."

Having been righted with help, Jensen dusted herself off. She tried to keep her composure but couldn't help but let out a laugh at being called ma'am. She didn't think of herself as one and coming from someone a tad older made it just seem odd. Wasn't she suppose to be calling him sir instead of the opposite? And he did in dead look like a Sir....

"Yes. I'm alright. Gratitude." Responded Jensen with a rare smile. "I'm  quite convinced that this bus is a death trap."

Glancing behind her she noticed her claimed bed not to far away and helped it make its way over to her. "I was going to Apparate," She explained while situating herself, criss cross on her bed across from the man. "However, for some mad reason I decided this was the best choice."

The young woman shrugged. "I'm Jensen by the way."

"It does seem to wish us harm with every ride. And yet I still ride it," he laughed, shaking his head. He made sure she rested down and got situated before carefully sitting on his bed again, crossing his legs. 

"I don't blame you, I do always say I'm going to Apparate, but...somehow I always end back aboard this monstrosity." He chuckled, smiling warmly. "I guess some good memories have been here, and despite the bruises it always gets me where I need to go. Especially when it ends up this late and I've lost track of time."

He nodded warmly, tipping the plain black newsboy cap he wore. "Pleasure to meet you, Miss Jensen. I'm Caius Thrussington."