Here's CrackinAndProudOfIt's character - Mámandis. I hope she's okay.

Disclaimer: see previous chapter.

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Mámandis stood in the space between the compartments, looking to see if one was empty. All of them were full of friends catching up after the summer, except for one. It was empty, but for a blonde boy. He looked like he was asleep, so Mámadis slipped inside. The boy's head jerked up. "Who are you?" he asked, rudely. "Mámandis - you?" she replied, attempting politeness. "Tyelkormo, son of Fëanáro, the owner of Silmarils. I'm the best hunter in the school. Are you American?"

Mámandis didn't hear his last question. She had only registered his name, and the fact he hunted. "It's been not-so-nice meeting you," she said, her head whirling with remarks she could say. "Goodbye." And she stepped out of the compartment.

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"I'm bored. Who wants to come and see if the twins have started wreaking havoc and mayhem?" Ëarilindë asked, yawning. Nobody volunteered, so Ëarilindë went off alone.

She hadn't gone far before she bumped into a girl. She was shorter than Ëarilindë, and looked younger as well. Her long brown hair was left loose, with only a tie-dyed band around her forehead. She was wearing a floral-printed dress and looked irritated. Ëarilindë, with her naturally kind-but-curious personality had to ask: "What's wrong?"

"I just ran into an idiot who likes chasing and killing animals for the fun of it,"

"Would he be Tyelkormo, son of Fëanáro, by any chance?" Ëarilindë asked, amused. "Yes - how did you guess?"

"That sounds exactly like my brother,"

"Brother? But you look nothing like him!"

"Well, technically, I'm his foster sister - though my other brothers don't look much like him anyway. What are you doing out here in the corridor?" Ëarilindë explained.

"Looking for a carriage..." Mámandis muttered.

"You can come with me if you like - I hope you like music!"

"Thanks, and what kind of music?"

"Oh, some songs from 'Hairspray', 'RENT', 'A few Disney ones, the Beatles and some others. I'm Ëarilindë, by the way - what are you called?"

"Mámandis," she said, brightening at the mention of the Beatles. "Well, Mámandis, it has been a pleasure meeting you. Follow me,"

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"Hey, guys, this is Mámandis, the foreign exchange student from America," Ëarilindë announced. The other girls smiled, and welcomed the younger girl into the carriage, all except Nalterdë, who had gone back to her book. Mámandis spotted the loud-speakers, and gasped. "Do you know how much energy those could be using?" she said, working herself up. Ëarilindë intervened. "Relax, sweetie. They're powered by the energy the train makes and you see these heaters? They're powered by solar panels on the roof. Mrs. Yavanna would have had a fit if they weren't."

"Mrs. Yavanna?" Mámandis asked.

"She teaches biology, heads the Eco committee and runs gardening club with her sister, Mrs. Vaná," Lindaliel supplied. Mámandis smiled at the fact that there was an Eco committee. "Look, we're almost there - time to smarten myself up," Ëarilindë said and pulled off the navy-blue hoody that had 'Simpa' emblazoned in white on the back. Underneath the jumper was a dark brown turtle-neck top. She straightened the neck and long sleeves out. In her bag there was a green duffle coat, which had a large collar which showed the neck of her top, and short, loose sleeves. After putting this on, she checked that her boots weren't dirty and that her jeans were tidy. Lindaliel pulled a cardigan over her white blouse, and straightened her black pencil skirt. She slipped her high-heeled shoes on and tied her hair neatly into a bun at the nape of her neck.

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I hope she is in character. I assumed she liked the Beatles.