'Here we go, this isn't too hard now is it, Mia?' I thought to myself as I navigated my way through the crowds of 11-17 year olds on platform 9 and ¾'s (having only just figured out how to get on to the damn thing!) and searched for a familiar face. As I suspected I came up short, kicking myself as I realised that I'd left all my friends back home in New York, a wave of sadness crashed over me at that point. When my Mom and dad broke up last year I thought Me and my Mom would change address but I'd still be able to continue my magical education at Lemmings School of Excellence (LSE were the initials of the first head master), but apparently that wasn't good enough for my Mother, we had to move to an entirely new fricking CONTINENT! Now don't get me wrong I love my Mom to pieces but why did we have to move to England? Couldn't we have just loved one state over?...anyway enough of my rant, what was I saying?...ah yes, there was no-one I knew on the platform so dejectedly I loaded my trunk onto the baggage section along with my Cat Dog (no it isn't a cross breed my Cat is called Dog, because I'm awesome like that!) and went in a slightly futile search for an empty carriage, unfortunately the closest I came to privacy was the last compartment in the third carriage which was taken by only a red-haired girl with her nose stuck in a book.
"D'you mind if I sit here?" I asked politely. The girl looked up from her novel with an air of slight annoyance that someone had dared to disturb her, but when she didn't recognize me she must have realised I was a newbie and gave me a friendly smile.
"Not at all" she said and I gratefully took my seat "I'm Lily by the way, Lily Evans"
"Mia Brennan"
"Good to meet you. Sorry but I don't recognise your accent, where are you from?"
"Born and Raised in the big apple" her eyes lit up at this
"New York?" she practically squealed "oh my gosh! Wow, we visited New York on holiday last year. What's it like to live there?"
Just as I was about to answer her question with a massively long speech on the greatest city in the world the door burst open and a boy about of 6" entered the compartment and plonked himself down next to Lily. This boy had messy raven Black hair and hazel eyes and was dressed in jeans and a sport shirt, not to shabby at all, probably about and 8 and a ½ on the scale but nothing compared to the boy that followed him, this guy was drool worthy. He was slightly taller than the first at 6"3 and was lightly tanned, his broad shoulders and thick muscles suggested that he definately worked out, was wearing biker boots black jeans and a tight black top that highlighted his Biceps and Pecks perfectly, his stance was nonchalant and practically screamed "bad boy"! After ogling his fine physic for longer than was strictly polite between strangers, my brain kicked into gear and sternly told me to stop drooling (unsurprisingly this voice sounded uncannily like my best friend Lauran) and my eyes reluctantly shifted to his face, which was just as gorgeous as his body, he had high sculpted cheek bones and dark stormy grey eyes which held a hint of mischief. His hair was black, thick and curly and practically begged my fingers to run through it as his luscious red lips caressed mine. I had to physically restrain myself from pouncing on him and snogging him senseless. In short this guy was a definite 10 and ticked all the boxes. I had to know who he was! Just as I was about to introduce myself my new friend kicked her companion right in the family jewels, so hard that even I winced, and stormed out the compartment. My confusion at the current situation must have shown on my face as the other guy (more like a God) spoke then.
"James here has a long-term 'love-hate' relationship with the feisty Lily-flower and often finds himself in this position" Adonis wannabe said, indicating the boy who was now in the fetal position on the floor holding his groin
"Sirius Black by the way" he held out one of his large callused hands and I shook it whist fantasising about how well the name Black went with Mia
"Mia Brennan" my hand looked so small and dainty in his big warm soft one that I never wanted to let go but did so hesitantly "shouldn't we help him?" I asked indicating the doubled over form on the floor.
"Nah, he's fine, just milking it" he prodded James with the toe of his leather boot whilst laughing at his friend "aren't you?"
"Oh yeah Pads, this is all just an act!" James said in a strangled voice from the floor "you try getting kicked in the balls and see how you like it"
"Well if I did, I'm sure Miss Mia would rub it better for me" he threw a wink over his shoulder at me whilst helping James up and had I been a weaker woman I definitely would have swooned and possibly blushed, but as I was a confident young woman who could flirt with the best of 'em I gave as good as I got and seductively winked back.
Once again the compartment door opened, though not as violently this time and two boys stepped in, the first was tall like the other two and had to stoop to avoid hitting his head on the door frame, but had sandy blonde hair, eyes like liquid gold and a much leaner build, he looked like he wouldn't be out of place in bookstore or library but his eyes held that same twinkle of mischief that the other two had, this was definitely the brains behind the outfit. The fourth was slightly smaller than the others but still stood at a respectable height for a growing boy, he had mousy brown hair and Blue eyes that seemed to be constantly shifting like water.
"James had another run in with the lovely Lily?" the sandy haired boy asked, chuckling
"Is the pope catholic?" the other boy retorted
This statement was met by three confused looks from his friends and a look of exasperation from me... (Honestly what was it with these Brits and their crazy sayings?) To which he just replied with "Muggle thing". This seemed to be a logical explanation for the rest so I just went with it. The sandy haired boy then noticed me sitting rather confused in the corner
"And who might this be?" he asked whilst looking at me with gentle eyes full of curiosity as if I were a strange and interesting enigma he had accidentally stumbled upon.
"Guys, this is Miss Mia Brennan" Sirius stated with an exaggerated sweep of his arm in my direction "Mia, May I introduce Mr. Remus "Moony" Lupin and Mr. Peter "Wormtail" Pettigrew" he said gesturing to each of the boys in turn.
"Pleasure" I was slightly overwhelmed, how was it that back home the only remotely good looking guy in my class was gay, and yet when I come here I meet four that are above-average in the space of an hour? Must be something in the water.
"Forgive my friends dramatics, he has a flare for the theatrical, I'm sure he's compensating for something" Remus says, ignoring Sirius' "hey" and smiling at me "you can call me Remus. I'm the fifth year Gryffindor prefect along with Lily, who I'm sure you met earlier, so if you need anything or can't find somewhere, we're the ones to ask" Remus finished with a friendly smile.
"Thanks, and I'm a fifth year too, though I'm not sure which house yet." I said returning the smile. We carried on laughing and joking for another hour, the trolley lady came by and once Sirius had bought his fill her cart was considerably lighter than before and she looked a little dazed. Not long after that there was a gentle knock and Lily's head popped round the door, she sent a glare a James and then turned her head to look at me
"We're nearly at Hogsmeade and we both still need to change into or robes." Lily said with a tone of finality that left no room for argument. I turned back to James, Sirius, Remus and Peter,
"Ok guys, scoot. Much as I'm sure you'd love it, you don't get a strip-tease till I know you better." This was met by laughs and a rather loud groan from Sirius, this wasn't surprising as Sirius and I had been flirting back and forth ever since we first sat down together. They all gathered up their various belongings and moved back to the compartment they had been originally sat in to change into their own robes. Once they had left and the blinds were closed I reached up and got my bag down from the luggage rack above my head and shrugged out of my jacket revealing the small tattoo on my shoulder, Lily gasped in surprise.
"I can't believe your parents let you get a tattoo, I've wanted one for years" Lily said coming closer to examine it.
"They don't actually know, my brother has a matching one on his arm. It heats up if either of us are in trouble. We got them done just before I moved to England. It's our family's emblem and motto." I told her with a faint smile from the memory of Al crying like a little girl whist his tattoo was being done "To be honest Lily I wouldn't have thought you were the type of girl to want a tattoo"
"What do you mean?" Lily seemed to be pretty offended so I decided to take a different tact.
"well it's just you seem so level headed, not the sort to mark your skin with something so permanent as a tattoo" I prayed to my lucky stars that this had worked to placate the girl as I had already seen what she could do to someone who evoked her anger. I was surprised then when she started laughing.
"Mia, I'm messing with you. I know I don't seem the sort but it's just something that I always thought looked good" Lily said still laughing; I relaxed then and laughed along with her. "You looked so panicked, what did you think I would do?"
"Well I've already seen what you can do when someone irritates you….." I trailed off then, one eyebrow raised
"I only react physically around Potter and he does more than irritate me! Most of the time I just use my mouth" I raised my other eyebrow at that "wait that sounded wrong…. I mean" It was hopeless; we had both collapsed into heaps of giggles. After a while we calmed down enough to continue changing into our robes and waited until the train reached Hogsmeade station, exchanging small talk to pass the time.
A/N- hi guys this is my first FF so please be nice. and i'd love to hear your opinions on this. hope you enjoyed it, Marvel xx
