DISCLAIMER: IF I OWNED HARRY POTTER, WOULD I REALLY BE SITTING AROUND WRITING MY OPINIONS ON KBOW?

I walked off of the Hogwarts Express and let the steam envelope me. I watched the first year's run off dragging their trunks behind them. 'Fourth year', I thought to myself. The title sounded much better than third year. I watched as a little girl jumped off the steam engine. She had slightly wavy blond hair that went a bit past her shoulders and bright green eyes. I watched her as she rushed off to join the first years ahead of her. The luggage, which was easily heavier than she was, caused her to trip and fall. I immediately rushed towards her, helping her up.

"Easy there!" I told her in my deep scottish accent, "You could have been trampled to death by those seventh years." I gestured behind me.

"Well, I highly doubt that they would kill me before I pick myself up. Anyways, thanks for helpin' me up."

Smiling warmly at her, I told her to join her to join the others and follow Hagrid. I smiled inwardly, I had always liked Hagrid. I mean, after you get over the fact that he is freakin tall and large, you start to realise how much of a softy he was. Sometimes, when I was bored, I would walk over to his cabin and converse with him. Mostly about quidditch. Who knew such a freak of a hairy man was such good company?

I watched her drag her case behind her while trying her best to keep up with the other first years. She turned around, gave me a quick friendly wave and went back to dragging her suitcase.

"OI! OLIVER!" I turned to find Cedric Diggory behind me, hand on my shoulder. Cedric had been my best friend since first year. (A/N: Changing it a bit here…)

"Hey there Ced," I said, "didn't see YOU on the train, what gives?"

"Ah, you know,there are so many chicks out there to seduce… And I was checking if Aaron was okay" Aaron Diggory was Ced's lil' bro. Aaron was quite handsome like his older brother, and was quite charming. Oliver just felt a little bit jealous that his best friend chose has little brother over him, but I guess if you had to choose between friend or family, you'd choose family (A/N: I'd choose friend).

Oliver and Cedric found a empty horseless-carriage and talked about the quidditch match between the Appleby Arrows over the summer.

"I thought for sure that the Harpies had the win! The arrows beat them to it! That must have been one of the best dives for the snitch ever." Cedric enthusiastically

"I know! I mean, it was definitely messed up! The arrows seeker didn't even see the snitch until the Harpies seeker was, like, 10 meters away! And what did the bloody Arrows seeker do? He bloody jumped off his broom to catch the damn snitch! Which he did! He was lucky that he managed to say 'accio broom' on time!" I answered agreeing fervently.

Suddenly, the door to our carriage opened with a deafening bang. There stood little Aaron Diggory who has clearly inherited the Diggory charm, with that little smile of his and deep sunken eyes (A/N: HAHA! I honestly had to search up 'Cedric Diggory' cause I never really paid attention to that freaky vampiric moron, no offence to the Twihearts out there…) certainly didn't inherit his older brothers politeness.

"Big bro," he said acknowledging his older brother, "mind if you lend me some change, I may have spent all my cash in one day..." he trails off and looks at Cedric all hopeful and such.

I snort. Cedric merely rolls his eyes at me as if saying Wow-wonder-what-made-him-act-on-impulse-and-not-on-logic. Cedric stashed his hand into his jacket pocket and pulled out a handful of knuts and sickles. I could see a few galleons too.

"There ya go," Cedric said handing over 10 sickles and a galleon

"Another ladies man in the Diggory family, eh?" I say

The tips of Aaron's ears flushed a bright pink

"I'm not a ladies man…" He says with a slight grin

Cedric and I burst out laughing

Aaron slipped out of our carriage while me and Cedric were laughing like two drunken men at a Irish Pub.

Cedric and I continued to socialize until Lilian Summers, a blue eyed blonde, asked if she could "Converse with him". I snort, as if. I decide to go find a carriage of my own. Partially because I just wanted to find write in my quidditch journal, but mostly so I don't have to watch Cedric and Summers snog each other's faces off.

"Bet ten galleons that Summers ain't gonna last two weeks." I mutter out loud.

A/N: HI GUYS! THIS IS HOWLER, OR AS MY FRIENDS CALL ME, RKB. THIS IS MY FIRST FIC AND LET ME KNOW IF U LIKE IT OR NOT. IF U LIKE IT, THEN I'LL CONTINUE, IF NOT, TOO BAD! I AIN'T GOING TO STOP!