I looked around. I was out in the world. About to go to the best place in the world. (Though I hadn't seen much of it yet.)
I was going to the land of dreams.
A land where everyone was equal, unfortunately mudbloods included. Still it was better than a lot of the other places I'd stayed at recently.
"Ok, Milly, I'm going to head off now. I agreed to meet with Megan at the coffee shop. Don't do anything I wouldn't do, which means no murdering," my brother laughed at his last line. He always thought he was so funny. I gave him a look of distaste.
He ruffled my completely perfect hair and rushed off to the direction of Megan, his unfortunately ginger girlfriend. Unless you couldn't tell, I hated both of them.
And the name Milly. My name was Emelia, and that is the name my brother should respect. Not a ridiculous nickname.
I quickly took out a comb and pocket mirror out of my pocket and fixed my sleek dark hair. I glimpsed at myself in the mirror, awfully pale skin, blue-grey eyes I shared with my older brother, I was unnaturally tall and skinny, my face was gaunt and almost vampire looking.
After fixing my locks I gripped onto my trolley, my knuckles becoming paler than usual, on it a tattered second hand trunk and a cage of Nyx, my Collared Scops Owl. I brought her with the small bit of money the Ministry allowed me and my two siblings to access.
I shut my eyes tight and rushed through a large crowd of muggle tourists, stupidly queuing at a place that wasn't the right platform. When I opened them again I was in almost a completely different Kings Cross. One that should have been named Platform Nine and A Half, due to the positioning of the entrance.
There I was, the closest to the Wizarding World I had ever been. Crowds of men with long brightly coloured capes, women with pointed hats. The world I should have been allowed to grow up in.
I jumped onto the Hogwarts Express, unfortunately, due to my brothers carelessness towards my hair, I wasn't as early as I wished to be. I could be what was classified as… I shudder just at the thought, a latecomer.
I walked up and down the corridors looking for an empty carriage, or one with a antisocial nerd inside. I really was not in the mood for communication. Unfortunately nothing like that aroused itself.
"Oi, you, if you need a carriage I'm the only one in here, all my friends decided to go off without me," shouted a voice from a compartment near me.
The girl inside had a hood on, almost covering her face. She seemed chatty, and I despised chatty, but it seemed she was the best I was going to get.
I entered her compartment, which was already littered with chocolate frog wrappers. I sat down on the seat next to the window. I pulled out a book from my bag and started to read.
A few minutes later, after going through several unfortunate chocolate frogs, she decided to offer one to me. By this point her hood was down, but I hadn't looked at her face.
"No thanks, I'm lactose intolerant," I said, declining the offer of chocolate.
"You're loss, btw, I don't' think I caught your name? What is it?" It was at this point I looked up at her face.
Wide innocent brown eyes, a dark complexion, a slightly larger build, a large nose, thick eyebrows, dark curls tied back in a bun, gold dangly earrings. A face I faintly recognised.
"No… anyone but you," I muttered quietly.
"Odd name, well, Noah-Annie Bateau . My name is Sapphire McKinnon."
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