An adventure in English

It was my grandma's idea, I am sure it was. She never actually said it, but there was this smile she gave me, when I waved her goodbye at the airport. For me it said something like: 'This will be great for you.' Probably she was just wanting to say goodbye and I was the only girl on earth seeing this message in her smile.

It might be, that I am just searching for someone to have planed this, and as my mom does not even plan her shopping and my dad does not get as far as finding his shoes, it must have been my grandma.

Quite sad, that this is still the main thing I am wondering about while waiting for the train. The Hogwarts Express to be at least clear in this pointe. It would have been no problem to take a flight to a nearer city, but I guess it's kind of a tradition to go by train. I hate the British traditions, actually I hate every British thing at the moment.

Well not only things also the strange woman who is staring at me like I'm something wired in her soup. I place my backpack on the ground and spend a moment searching for my mobile phone.

There it is. There is no cell coverage of course, but I did never had messages when I used it on the bus stop, ether. So well, why not. At least it looks as if I have got a couple of friends texting me.

"Charge me on. Turn me one." I start singing, a bad habit, but it usually sing when I am nervous. "I love it when you use me all night long."

"Voice massage?" A dark-haired boy looks at me. Great. I get a stalker bevor even entering Hogwarts.

"Not actually." I smiled but it was that sort of grandma smile that says: Go away.

"Where you speaking to me, then?" Good, what would he have said if I had done my sexy smile?

"No, I was singing."

Even if singing is a word that does not quite fit to the sounds I normally make, by repeating the lyrics of a song.

"Well, then", he grinned. "Singing to me?"

"Andy!" a girl runes toward us. Had I asked anyone for friends? Not jet I'd say, not by singing to my phone.

The girl stopes and tries to speak, but she should do more sport for that business.

"I was singing to my phone." Just to make that point.

"Your phone?"

"Yes … It's not as wired as singing to running water under the shower. At least I'll see my phone again."

"Never heard that song", he said as if he starts to like this conservation.

"Not my fault."

The girl looked to the boy and than to me, as if wondering where she did see me bevor.

"You are right." I say, smiling. "You don't know me. It's fine with me."

"I am Liliane. That's Andy."

"Nice to meet you." Sounds like a good sentence in my ears, something we learned in school. Anyways they do not seem to get the main message I am trying to put in the English subtext. We never learned that in school.

"I'm Charlotte."

In this moment we have to stop or conversation to enter the train. Here are thousands of students and owls and parents and they are all going to the train, but for some reason Andy and Lilian have no trouble to stay with me.

"So what was that song?" We sit down and the train starts moving with a scary noise and an even scarier shiver.

"James Blunt." I put my phone away and stare out of the window. Noting interesting to see anyways, but at least better than everything inside.

"Never heard of him."

I did not stop to smile to the trees outside, as if they were as interesting as a new Sherlock season on Netflix.

"You probably heard 'You're beautiful'. Most people hate it."

"He's not that Muggle guy. Is he?"

My eyes flitter to his face for a second. "I guess he is a Muggle. Never mind."

"I don't listen to Muggle Music. It's rubbish."

I did not ask, so I do not have to answer. Maybe, my mom would say something different.

"Where are you from?" Lilians eyes were fixed on me and I started to feel like one of those Guinea pigs in an animal store.

"Bonn."

"Gone? Well I guessed that you are gone somewhere."

How interesting these trees are. They are the prettiest trees I have ever seen.

"It's a city. Bonn. In Germany."

"Germany." Andy looks shocked. "That says a lot."

That was not a question so I am not supposed to answer.

"Why are you not on Falkenstein. It's your school isn't it?", Lilian askes.

"Never been there."

"So you did never go to school. And you are …"

"Sixteen." Not a question but necessaire to avoid something horrible like being guessed on thirteen or twelve.

"Well and you never visited a school?"

"I have been on a totally normal German school. It was wonderful."

"Normal?" Andys voice sounds as if he never heard that word bevor.

"Yap. Normal."

"You can speak German than?"

'Nope. I only speak bad English', I want to answer, but I changed my mind in the last second.

"Klar, doch."