Luckily for the frazzled boy, the glare has already passed, and Archer found himself still alive. Perhaps it was just a warning from the being for Archer to not pry any further. Message received! Thought Archer frantically. Then, just mere minutes after she just woke up from her nap, the 'girl' closed her eyes, and seemingly fell asleep once more. Strange... Perhaps she expended too much energy reading my mind and needs to replenish it... The young boy thought curiously.
With the mysterious girl asleep, Archer turned his attention back to Vera. He decided that she was very nice for saying that muggle-borns, a term that he supposed meant for wizards who were borne from non-wizards, is not necessarily a bad thing. He also learned that pure-bloods are probably uppity. This interested Archer. However, before he could ask about the topic any further, the train suddenly stopped. That was fast... He thought, not without surprise. We could probably have walked it, if the school was this close to the station... Of course, being a magic train, departing from a magic platform, to a magic school, the train probably just teleported to its destination. In a strange sort of way that could only be the case in a world where magic is real, the second explanation seems to make more sense than the castle being 5 minutes away from the station.
Just as the boy was wondering if he should grab his bag and leave the compartment, the door opened revealing an older woman. In a span of few seconds, Vera made her goodbyes and left the compartment. Archer felt a pang of sadness when she left. Partly because he was enjoying speaking with her, and partly feeling sorry for whatever 'family emergency' could have occurred for Vera to be required to leave right away. The train started its rumble once more not long after Vera had left. Archer could only hope that she would be able to get to Hogwarts using another means after her family emergency has been taken care off.
As the train picked up full-speed, Archer found himself once again with the two 'sisters'. The quiet one kept taking a nap, and he was not really sure what he would speak about with the other one. So finally, and with some sense of relief, Archer reached for his bag, retrieved Howgarts, a History, and opened to page 1.