Platform 9 3/4 was packed. Muggle-borns, half bloods, and everyone else crowded around the parents and luggage trolleys. Among the different faces were Potter, Weasly's clan, and Grander. Not far off from them was a small group of upper year hufflepuffs.
Across the way were Malfoy, and his Slytherin crew. Pansy Parkinson lingered not to far off with her posse of Slytherin Girls. Their parents all making a crowd themselves, talking to each other as if casually, but whispered so secretly no one could hear them over the roar of the students.
Ariella Richards stood for a moment, dazed. She'd spent the awful summer with the muggle relatives of her step-father. She hated spending the summers with her mother's family, and the holidays with her father. If she had it her way, she'd spend the whole year with her father in his opulent manor in the wizarding side of the country. Her parents divorced over their beliefs in how Arie should have been raised. Her father, a Hogwarts Slytherin himself, believed the philosophy that Lucius Malfoy, and the other Death Eaters supported. Her mother, although a Ravenclaw (following the family tradition), was a little more of a bad girl. Still, bad at heart. She had found Mr. Richard's ways a little less than attractive 6 years into their marriage and separated.
Her mother found herself more at home with muggle-born wizard, who was very clever with a wand. But because she was the woman, she had gotten custody of Arie and her twin, Amber. Except Amber didn't mind, that stupid Gryffindork!
Arie shook her head, long straight shiny black hair moved from her eyes. The piercing grey diamonds scanned the platform for her father to see her off to the Sixth year in Slytherin house. Her ivory skin contrasted several Gryffindors in passing.
Kristine Jordan, more formally known as Kris, was heading into only her third year at Hogwarts, Slytherin, naturally. She pushed her trolley down the hallway, absently passing plenty of students, looking at some too.
Her summer hadn't been great, it never was. Her father was almost always in a bad temper and her mother...she wouldn't get started on her mother. Her father was a muggle, a nasty tempered one that is. He never really abused her, only verbally when she had done something majorly wrong, but for the majority he was never really around his daughter. Ever. Now, Kris' mother had been in Hogwarts, meaning she was a witch, but she was in Hufflepuff. She was kind, and she was polite, but she had been sent to Azkaban when she hadn't done anything wrong, although most people believed she did. Kris also had perfect, goodie-two-shoes, Cousin. Mariana Dela-Rosa, she always told Kris what she did wrong, how 'un-pretty' she was, and made fun of her for being in Slytherin, when she was in Ravenclaw. She got everything right, had the perfect boyfriend, was a prefect, and always got her way.
Kris kept walking on silently, pushing her luggage trolley, she took all of her stuff onto the train when they had started letting students bored, and packed her stuff away. Then she went in search of a compartment.
Arie had put her luggage away with the exception of a small bag of money, and her black cat that was curled up in the seat next to her. The sliding glass door to her compartment was open, and she watched the people slide past. The other houses sneered at her as they passed.
Pansy Parkinson hacked a comment to her posse as they slothed their way past Arie. Even though they shared the same house, they were on completely different plateaus. However, they shared one common ground besides Slytherin house. The adoration and admiration of Draco Malfoy.
Arie had just gotten up and walked out of her compartment to give Pansy a piece of her mind when she bumped into something. She took a step back to see the underclass girl standing in front of her. Arie raised a dark brow, "Slytherin house, hn?" She leaned down and looked closer, "Who're you, then?" She stood in the way of her compartment and Kris.
Kris looked at her, a spiteful, almost hateful glare on her face. It softened up when she saw it was someone she hadn't met before, "Erm, I'm Kristine Jordan." she said looking at Arie, she raised a brow slightly, and nodded at Arie, "And you are?" she crossed her arms over her chest, trying to give herself a dangerous profile, but it didn't work too well, well, it only didn't work if people actually knew her. Lots of people knew her as a Cedric Dig gory admirer, though lots of girls had that profile. Plenty of them had liked him
Arie laughed lightly as she watched the girl attempted to look intimidating, "Kristine, hn?" She said leaning on the frame of the door, "I'm Ariella Richards." She moved aside and into the compartment, "Best sit down, the train's going to start moving soon." She sat back down in her seat and waited for Kris, "Close the door behind you, wouldn't want any Gryffindork scum wandering in." She chuckled at her own joke.
At that moment, Draco and his cronies pushed past Kris, "Move it, underclassmen!" He barked moving into a compartment just past them. Arie smirked at the scene, at her point of adoration, "Well, come on, we don't have all year."
Kris went into the compartment closing it's door and sitting on the opposite side of Arie, "Well, he seems rather grumpy." she said, pushing her streak of green hair back, it had been back in second year, in Potions, she accidentally did something wrong, making the potion explode and cause her hair to turn green, they got most of the green out, except for the large streak.
Arie crossed her legs and leaned back, stroking her kitten. The creature mewed at her and looked at Kris with narrowed eyes. Arie smirked at the cat, "Noir doesn't seem to like you." She clucked her tongue and the cat rubbed his paws over his ears.
She laughed and tilted her head at Kris, "Draco?" She shook her head, as the train lurched into motion. She looked out the window hoping to spot her father, no such luck. Arie turned back inside, "No, Draco just likes to be in control." She grinned, "He likes to push people around," She scowled as a blonde haired Gryffindor slowed by their compartment. Then in an undertone utterance, "... He's just too busy pushing people about, to be bothered with anything else."
Kris made some kind of noises in between a laugh between her teeth, and a noise of skepticism. (Like the 'Ch; sound you make between your teeth.) "He still has a rotten attitude," Kris said speaking her mind freely, absent to the fact Arie was trying to clear him from what she had just said. "Professor Snape even has a higher tolerance level than him, and that's saying something."
Arie was daydreaming for the moment and the came back to reality, "You'd best get to know him, before you judge him." She raised her brows about Professor Snape, "My father attended school with him, you know." She said it in a superior tone.
"My mum did too." Kris said looking at Arie, "Only, she wasn't in the same year as him. She was in first when he was in fourth." she looked at Arie, her eyes expanded a bit, like she was looking straight through her.
Suddenly, a small white head poked out of Kris' robes pocket, small little red eyes were looking around and a pink nose sniffing furiously, then the head disappeared into her pocket again.
Arie nodded, "My father was good friends with Snape, and Malfoy." She settled back against the back of the seat, "Shame what they're saying about them now." She nods to herself, "Your mother? What house was she in?" She tilts her head, "My mother was in Ravenclaw, a pureblood still, but I suppose that's why me dad divorced her! Rotten blood." She shook her head, "Lucky I take after me dad's side. Amber however..." She cringed at her sister's name.
Noir eyed the white head, lifting his own to watch it. He licked his lips and got into pouncing position.
"My mum was in Hufflepuff," Kris answered watching Arie intently, "My family's still together, though my father is a muggle." she said quietly, almost like she was talking to herself.
"Hufflepuff!" Exclaimed Arie, "Muggle!" She looked at Kris incredulously, "You! A Slytherin! "She shook her head, "You're a Halfling?" She cringed, "Oh that must be awful." She sunk in her seat.
"It's not that bad." Kris closed her eyes, and then she opened one looking at Arie. "But... if my mum was in Hufflepuff, I don't know how I got into to Slytherin. But I managed It." she said, then closing the eye that she had opened.
The small white head again poke out of Kris' pocket, sniffing around, and its red eyes surveying what it already had.
Arie sniffed, "Especially if your dad was a muggle." She shook her head, "But a Slytherin is a Slytherin." She shrugged her shoulders, "You like it in Slytherin, don't you?" She cocked a brow, crossing her arms.
Noir pounced into Kris's lap, "Rar!" It mewed after making the strange growl.
There were footsteps in the hall, and their door slid open. A Hufflepuff boy in his 3rd year peeked his head in, "S'cuse me." He said. A mat of spiky light brown, blonde locks turned upwards looked between the girls. The boy had a slight familiarity about him, "I was wondering if there was room in here for one more?"
Arie looked at him, and then at Kris.
Kris quickly pushed Noir off her lap, and then looked at her mouse. She was probably ignoring the Hufflepuff boy, once she took her mouse out of her pocket, she looked at him, "Eh, yeah... There's room." she said, noticing the familiarity, her face flushed a light pink. Then she looked intently at her small white mouse.
