Disclaimer: all these characters belong to J.K Rowling, I just made up the plot.
September 8th, 1:42 pm.
Cho here, I am on the train bound for Hogwarts. My mum bought my this leather bound diary when my parents were on holiday in Paris. I never actually opened it until now.
I am sitting alone in one of the many cabins on the Hogwarts Express, rather bored. I've seen the scenery for six years now, so it's nothing new to me. Mum says that every girl my age should have a diary to put down their personal thoughts and ideas. I tried explaining to Mum that I am not like normal sixteen year old girls my age, but she wouldn't listen. I decided instead of arguing with her, I'd give in and begin writing in my new journal. I mean, why not? My life is rather interesting. For one thing I am a witch. For another I am a seeker for the Ravenclaw's Quidditch team. Quidditch is the best game ever invented.
I left my London flat around ten thirty this morning with Mum and Dad. By the time we got to Kings Crossing it was nearly eleven. I hugged both my 'rents goodbye and then wheeled my cart towards platforms 9 and 10. It's so much fun to run into the wall and enter a new barrier. I always wonder with all the students running into a wall like that how come no muggles ever seem to notice. I guess they are just oblivious to the world around them? As I crossed the barrier I ran into the twins, Padma and Parvati Patil. Padma invited me to join her and Roger Davies. So here I am sitting alone in the cabin. Padma went to find the trolley lady, while Roger went to find someone who would spend five hours talking Quidditch.
I gave Padma some coins but I didn't care to join her. As my fellow Ravenclaws left the cabin I changed into my school uniform. A typical grey skirt, knee socks, my brand new Mary Janes (also from Paris), a white dress shirt with my blue and silver tie, my grey vest all along with my cloak which had a Ravenclaw logo stitched on the left. Only four hours until we arrive at Hogwarts.
3:40 pm
Padma returned with three cartons of pumpkin juice and some chocolate frogs. My favourite. We sat around discussing the events of the previous year when low and behold, who should show up but Harry Potter. He was with his friends Ronald and Hermione. They were all clad in their Gryffindor uniforms and wearing smiles on their faces.
"Hello Ron." Padma greeted as friendly as she could possibly muster.
I recalled from the Yule Ball the previous year that Padma and Ron had went together. Ron's face turned bright red to match his hair perfectly.
"Hello." I greeted still staring at Harry. I realized that he had grown much over the summer. He was taller and I could see muscles through his school clothes. Maybe it was all that Quidditch practice.
"Hello Cho, how was your summer?" Harry inquired leaning against the cabin's door frame. I offered Harry and his friends a seat. They sat across from Padma and I. I glanced at Hermione and realized that she didn't want to be with us. I couldn't say I blamed her.
"Fine, and yours?" I replied politely before taking a swig of pumpkin juice.
"Could have been better." Harry removed his round glasses and wiped them on his sleeve before putting them back on. I noticed that Padma and Ron had fell silent and were staring at each other in an odd sort of way. I stopped myself from giggling.
"Well look who it is, the mudblood and her friends the Weasel and Potty."
Our attention turned to Draco Malfoy, fifth year Slytherin. Now I had never spoken to Draco before, nor had I had any desire to. He was a nasty sort of fellow. Although he wasn't so bad as far as his looks went, his attitude made him ugly. He crossed his arms and leaned against the doorframe, as if he had nothing better to do than harass Harry Potter. The fact that he dared used the "m" work angered me.
"Hello Malfoy. I see you haven't grown up much over the summer." I stated clearly before Ronald moved to punch Draco. Luckily Hermione and Harry held their friend back.
Draco's icy blue hues turned to me, giving me a once over. I knew he was trying to intimidate me with his evil glare but I wasn't afraid of a git like him. He snarled, "see you in the Great Hall Chang."
"Looking forward to it." My voice dripping with disdain.
He huffed and stormed off down the coach. I smiled smugly to myself and glanced back at Harry. "wow" he mouthed.
"Thanks Cho." Hermione stated gratefully. I nodded at her and glanced out the window at the familiar site that was Hogwarts castle.
"Well here we are." Padma announced rising to her feet.
"See you inside." I stated following Padma outside of the cabin and down the coach.
10:57 PM
The sorting Hat ceremony took longer than expect and I was starving by the time they finished with Harold Zima of Hufflepuff. The headmaster, Albus Dumbledore rose to his feet and chattered on with his annual speech.
"Let the feast begin!" He exclaimed clapping his hands.
"It's about time." I groaned reaching for my golden plate. I helped myself to everything at the table. The drumsticks were always my favourite.
"Wow Cho, hungry much?" Roger stated from across me.
"You have no idea." I replied with a mouth full of chicken.
"Psst Cho." Padma nudged me in the ribs. I turned and looked at her, "what? What is it?" I assumed there was something caught in my teeth.
"That Malfoy kid hasn't stopped staring at you since we sat down." She stated in a low whisper.
From where Padma and I were sitting, we were facing the Slytherin table directly. I put down my drumstick and gazed casually across the room. Sure enough, Padma was right. Draco was staring at me, although I had no idea why. It wasn't his every day evil-I'm-gonna-'avada kedvra'-you-in-about-two-seconds-stare either.
"Kid must still be in shock that I told him off." I joked but Padma just shook her head.
"Come on Cho."
"Come on what?"
"For a Slytherin he isn't so bad looking, lots of girls fancy him."
"Yeah, and?"
I would really like to know what exactly her point was. I wasn't going to go around flirting around with Draco Malfoy or any Slytherin for that matter. It just wasn't done.
"Well I was just wondering if there is anybody new that you fancy this year?"
"Not Draco Malfoy, that's for sure." I replied and helped myself to another round of chicken.
Padma went on about Draco even as we made our way up to the third floor and entered the Ravenclaw common room.
Even now she is sitting across the room still blabbing:
ME: GOODNIGHT PADMA!
PADMA: BUT…BUT …
ME: GOODNIGHT!
September 8th, 1:42 pm.
Cho here, I am on the train bound for Hogwarts. My mum bought my this leather bound diary when my parents were on holiday in Paris. I never actually opened it until now.
I am sitting alone in one of the many cabins on the Hogwarts Express, rather bored. I've seen the scenery for six years now, so it's nothing new to me. Mum says that every girl my age should have a diary to put down their personal thoughts and ideas. I tried explaining to Mum that I am not like normal sixteen year old girls my age, but she wouldn't listen. I decided instead of arguing with her, I'd give in and begin writing in my new journal. I mean, why not? My life is rather interesting. For one thing I am a witch. For another I am a seeker for the Ravenclaw's Quidditch team. Quidditch is the best game ever invented.
I left my London flat around ten thirty this morning with Mum and Dad. By the time we got to Kings Crossing it was nearly eleven. I hugged both my 'rents goodbye and then wheeled my cart towards platforms 9 and 10. It's so much fun to run into the wall and enter a new barrier. I always wonder with all the students running into a wall like that how come no muggles ever seem to notice. I guess they are just oblivious to the world around them? As I crossed the barrier I ran into the twins, Padma and Parvati Patil. Padma invited me to join her and Roger Davies. So here I am sitting alone in the cabin. Padma went to find the trolley lady, while Roger went to find someone who would spend five hours talking Quidditch.
I gave Padma some coins but I didn't care to join her. As my fellow Ravenclaws left the cabin I changed into my school uniform. A typical grey skirt, knee socks, my brand new Mary Janes (also from Paris), a white dress shirt with my blue and silver tie, my grey vest all along with my cloak which had a Ravenclaw logo stitched on the left. Only four hours until we arrive at Hogwarts.
3:40 pm
Padma returned with three cartons of pumpkin juice and some chocolate frogs. My favourite. We sat around discussing the events of the previous year when low and behold, who should show up but Harry Potter. He was with his friends Ronald and Hermione. They were all clad in their Gryffindor uniforms and wearing smiles on their faces.
"Hello Ron." Padma greeted as friendly as she could possibly muster.
I recalled from the Yule Ball the previous year that Padma and Ron had went together. Ron's face turned bright red to match his hair perfectly.
"Hello." I greeted still staring at Harry. I realized that he had grown much over the summer. He was taller and I could see muscles through his school clothes. Maybe it was all that Quidditch practice.
"Hello Cho, how was your summer?" Harry inquired leaning against the cabin's door frame. I offered Harry and his friends a seat. They sat across from Padma and I. I glanced at Hermione and realized that she didn't want to be with us. I couldn't say I blamed her.
"Fine, and yours?" I replied politely before taking a swig of pumpkin juice.
"Could have been better." Harry removed his round glasses and wiped them on his sleeve before putting them back on. I noticed that Padma and Ron had fell silent and were staring at each other in an odd sort of way. I stopped myself from giggling.
"Well look who it is, the mudblood and her friends the Weasel and Potty."
Our attention turned to Draco Malfoy, fifth year Slytherin. Now I had never spoken to Draco before, nor had I had any desire to. He was a nasty sort of fellow. Although he wasn't so bad as far as his looks went, his attitude made him ugly. He crossed his arms and leaned against the doorframe, as if he had nothing better to do than harass Harry Potter. The fact that he dared used the "m" work angered me.
"Hello Malfoy. I see you haven't grown up much over the summer." I stated clearly before Ronald moved to punch Draco. Luckily Hermione and Harry held their friend back.
Draco's icy blue hues turned to me, giving me a once over. I knew he was trying to intimidate me with his evil glare but I wasn't afraid of a git like him. He snarled, "see you in the Great Hall Chang."
"Looking forward to it." My voice dripping with disdain.
He huffed and stormed off down the coach. I smiled smugly to myself and glanced back at Harry. "wow" he mouthed.
"Thanks Cho." Hermione stated gratefully. I nodded at her and glanced out the window at the familiar site that was Hogwarts castle.
"Well here we are." Padma announced rising to her feet.
"See you inside." I stated following Padma outside of the cabin and down the coach.
10:57 PM
The sorting Hat ceremony took longer than expect and I was starving by the time they finished with Harold Zima of Hufflepuff. The headmaster, Albus Dumbledore rose to his feet and chattered on with his annual speech.
"Let the feast begin!" He exclaimed clapping his hands.
"It's about time." I groaned reaching for my golden plate. I helped myself to everything at the table. The drumsticks were always my favourite.
"Wow Cho, hungry much?" Roger stated from across me.
"You have no idea." I replied with a mouth full of chicken.
"Psst Cho." Padma nudged me in the ribs. I turned and looked at her, "what? What is it?" I assumed there was something caught in my teeth.
"That Malfoy kid hasn't stopped staring at you since we sat down." She stated in a low whisper.
From where Padma and I were sitting, we were facing the Slytherin table directly. I put down my drumstick and gazed casually across the room. Sure enough, Padma was right. Draco was staring at me, although I had no idea why. It wasn't his every day evil-I'm-gonna-'avada kedvra'-you-in-about-two-seconds-stare either.
"Kid must still be in shock that I told him off." I joked but Padma just shook her head.
"Come on Cho."
"Come on what?"
"For a Slytherin he isn't so bad looking, lots of girls fancy him."
"Yeah, and?"
I would really like to know what exactly her point was. I wasn't going to go around flirting around with Draco Malfoy or any Slytherin for that matter. It just wasn't done.
"Well I was just wondering if there is anybody new that you fancy this year?"
"Not Draco Malfoy, that's for sure." I replied and helped myself to another round of chicken.
Padma went on about Draco even as we made our way up to the third floor and entered the Ravenclaw common room.
Even now she is sitting across the room still blabbing:
ME: GOODNIGHT PADMA!
PADMA: BUT…BUT …
ME: GOODNIGHT!