Chapter 1

Chapter 1

Ah, finally an empty train car. I open the door and I find that it's not exactly empty. A fifth-year was sitting in the train car. She had brown hair and hazel eyes. "Can I help you?" she asks.

"Um, is it okay if I join you?" I answer with a question. "It's very hard to find a train car that's quiet."

"Okay." She looked out the car window that was facing inside the train. By looking through, she was able to see another car, with four boys in it and sighed.

She turned to me. "I don't recognize you, and I know everyone at Hogwarts. There's no way that your a first- year, you're too tall. Who are you?"

"The name's Scott. Scott Wayward. You?"

"May Woodbridge. I'm a fifth-year Ravenclaw. What are you?"

"Fifth-year too. I'm not sorted yet. I'm a transfer student."

"Of what school?"

"Ilvermorny. I was a Horned Serpent there."

"Is that like Slytheryn?"

"I have no idea. My parents went to Hogwarts. They were both in Slytheryn. I think that they expect me to be in that house."

"Oh."

"What do you mean?"

"Nothing. Just. . . oh." She changes the subject. "If you live in America, how do you have a British accent."

"I don't live in America. I've been living in England my whole life."

"Then why did you go to school in America?"

"That's personal. Why do you ask so many questions?"

"How do you think I'm so smart?"

I smirk. "That was a question."

"Was it?"

"That was too." I smile.

She smiles back and looks back out the window. She suddenly turns pale.

"What?" I ask.

The car door opens. A boy with black hair comes in. He's good looking and tall. He turns to May. "June, you're a Ravenclaw so you would know the answer to this. Ravenclaws know everything, right?"

She frowns. "It's May."

"Huh?" the boy says.

"Her name is May, not June," I tell him.

"Got it. So answer this for me. Who's hotter, me or James?"

May blushes. "I'm not choosing."

"Oh, come on May," the boy teases. "I only want James to know that I am handsomer than he is."

May looks at him longingly. "Sirius. . ."

"Yes?" the boy asks.

I get up. "I'll leave you two to this."

Right as I stand up, the train makes a sharp turn, making me crash into the boy —Sirius. He catches me.

I look into his eyes. They are so interesting. They are gray. And so beautiful.

He looks at me. "Clumsy one, aren't you?"

"Eh. . . could you, uh, put me down?"

He's holding me like a baby and I sort of wanted my feet to touch the ground.

"Huh? Oh, yeah. Sure." He drops me and I fall onto the floor.

I glare at him and stand up. "Gee, thanks. Who are you anyways?"

"You don't know who I am?"

"If I did, I wouldn't ask, now would I?"

"Sirius Black. Fifth-year Gryffindor. Handsomest guy in the whole school."

"I can see that." I smirk and walk away.

"Wait!" he calls after me. "Who are you?"

"Wayward," I reply. "Rings a bell?"

"Scott Wayward? But that means that you know Regulus. My brother met you when you returned from America two years ago."

"Yes, Regulus Black. I remember him."

"Why'd you switch schools?"

"That is not of importance."

I leave the car after I say that. Walking helps me think and after all of this, I had a lot to think about.

Father had told me about the Blacks. One younger, Regulus, and one older, Sirius. I had met Regulus and his father, Orion, two years ago, upon returning back to England. Not Sirius though.

Sirius and I are the same age. Both entering our fifth-year. I had only heard of Sirius. From what Father knows, Sirius was the disappointment of the Black family and Regulus was the better son. I didn't think that Sirius would be so handsome. His brother didn't have such amazing looks.

Sirius seems interesting. His eyes confuse me the most. Gray eyes? Is that even possible? They add so much to his looks. I suddenly wish that my eyes are gray. They'd make me look even more unique than I already am.

Ah, the word unique. Unique is a word that Mother often used to describe me. She says that it means special. I think it means that I'm weird. Special or weird, uniqueness was the cause of me going to Ilvermorny.