Morning Chill
My eyes flickered open. I hadn't slept a wink. Unfortunately the sun was hidden behind thick clouds which kept its brilliant rays from greeting me. My thoughts began to race. What if I don't make friends? What if I become an outcast! What if..what if..? I forced the thoughts from my mind. With a deep sigh I changed out of my pajamas, and headed out of my room down the old creaking stair case. Momma and Papa sat in the kitchen chatting in low voices.
"Momma, Papa."
My parents both turned their attention to me. Rising from their stools in unison.
"Good morning love." they rarely spoke in unison.
"Morning.." my heart throbbed as I spoke.
"Er…hungry? We made flapjacks, and, porridge, and caldron cakes." Momma chimed biting her lip.
"I'll take a caldron cake." I moved to the table where a copy of the daily prophet sat crumpled. Papa served me the cakes while Momma was fiddling with a porcelain tea cup that was clearly empty.
"Love, it's about time we head off."
Momma and Papa stood on either side of me holding my hands. They were silent as they towed me through the station. We stopped in front of a plain cobblestone wall.
"C'est l'Heure." My mother spoke in a sharp tone. Her sharp steel blue gaze locked on Papa. He nodded in response turning his attention to me.
"Time for what?" My eyes flickered across my parents.
My father let go of my hand; his golden eyes were beginning to go glassy; a tight smile spread across his mouth.
"We are heading to the Hogwarts Express."
"Momma! I've changed my mind. I want to stay here with you and Papa!" the words tumbled out before I could stop them; intuitively I let go of Momma's hand, backing away from her.
"Violetta, darling, listen to me, it is time for you to go. I promise we will see each other again soon." She whispered.
"Promise!"
"We promise."
Fast Friends
The train was buzzing with chatter. I quickly ducked into the closest cab. There sat a boy with black hair fidgeting with a small animal.
"H-hello."
"May I?"
He gave me a quick nod. I sat across from the boy careful to make sure that our shoes didn't touch. My attention was captured by the charming nicks and scratches around the cab. Etched into the window were initial's TL + VW and a heart. I let my fingers trace the inscription.
"My name is Violetta Fleurette Bellamy."
"Albus Severus Potter."
"Pleasure to meet you."
I glanced at Albus. He was focused on the small ferret in his lap.
