"Oliver!" Harry beckoned me as I stepped on the Hogwarts Express. "How have you been?"
"Great, Harry, just great." I said. I slapped hands with Fred and George, the two Weasley's that were accompanying Harry and their little brother Ron.
"Were are we sitting, then?" asked George.
"Well, look," said Fred. "There's an empty room."
The three of us walked over to occupy the room. But when we got there we saw that it wasn't empty. There was a red-headed girl sitting by the window. She looked up at us and smile. A sort of shy smile. She was beautiful. She had these lovely green eyes. I couldn't help but stare at her for a while. She wasn't wearing any Hogwarts Robes. Instead she was wearing a tight pink tank-top and a short denim skirt. And pink flip-flops. I could tell Fred and George were admiring her, too.
"What?" She asked in an accent I had only heard on old cheesy sufer movies. "Something wrong with me? I have chocolate on my shirt, don't I? I knew I shouldn't have stopped for donuts on the way."
"N-no." Fred said. "You're fine."
"Okay," she said. "Are you all going to sit down, or what?"
We took our seats. Valley girl. That's what her accent was. I had a distant cousin from California and I remember her saying that was what her accent was.
"I'm Emma," she said. "Who are you?"
"Well," I said. "I'm Oliver. But you can call me Wood, everyone else does. And this is Fred and George."
"Twins!" She squaled. "How cute." She had a great smile.
Fred and George blushed a bit.
"Is this your first year?" I asked her.
"Well, actaully," sha said. "Hogwarts is in London, but there is one other wizarding school. At least there used to be. They closed it down, becuase there were only like, five student. Including me. This year was supposed to be my last year there, but instead I got a letter to go here. I have to say, I was like really excited. But it seems that I am the ONLY Californian on the train!"
"You're an American?" squeaked Fred.
Emma nodded.
"I've never met an American before." said George, a little shocked.
"Well, I've never three wizards before." Emma said. "There were only wicthes at my school."
"Wh-what's America LIKE?" Asked George.
"Well, it's just like London, I suppose. I mean, it's a bit brighter in America, but pretty much the same." Emma said.
"Do you know any famous Muggles?" Fred asked.
"Why would she know famous Muggles?" I asked.
"Well," said George. "Our dad's told us about California before. It's this place right by the beach. Loads of sunshine and plenty of Muggle celebrities."
Emma giggled.
"Are you kidding me?" She asked. "I live in Bakersfield. It's not exactly Hollywood. But, yeah. I have met some- what did you call them, muggles? Muggle celebrities."
"Like who?" Asked Fred.
"Well, first," Emma said, "you tell me what a muggle is."
"A muggle," I said. "Is a non magic person."
Emma nodded. "Well, I've met a few bands. Do you all listen to pop music?"
We gave her a bit of a blank look.
"Like, NSYNC or Britney Spears or the A*Teens?" Emma asked.
"The A*Teens?" I said. "I went to a Muggle party once in Britain and they played a song by them."
"Well, in America," Emma said. "There are tons of pop groups like them. And I've met losts of those, but only because I am an avid concert goer. You guys ever watch TV?"
"Yeah!" Fred and George said with a grin. "But mum said we shouldn't. Says that's why Muggles are so, well, lazy."
Emma giggled again.
"Well, there is this show called TRL, and the host's name is Carson Daly. I met him once, too. But, I mean, besides that, I don't know any Muggle celebrities."
"Wow," said Fred. "I've heard about that show."
Emma nodded. "Carson's even cuter is person!" She giggled again and I have to say I was starting to fall in love with her laugh.
"So, how long is this ride anyways?" Emma asked.
"Long enough," Fred said.
"Oh," Emma said. And the we felt the train jerk. Signifying that the train was starting. I looked at Emma, thinking this was going to be the best year at Hogwarts ever.