"Ugh, Mum get off!" I said, shrugging my mom's hand off of my shoulder. "I'm just going to Hogwarts! You'll see me again in a few months!"
"Oh, I know," my mom replied, now fussing over my hair. "But something could happen to you, or-"
"Yes, and God forbid something happen to me," I drawled. "Now please get off Mum. I'll write, okay? I need to get this," I gestured to my ebony trunk, "onto the train."
"Do you need help, sweetie?" my mom asked, smoothing my shirt out.
I blushed. "No Mum, I don't, but can you please leave me be?"
My mom sighed. "Fine..."
"Great! Thanks Mum! Bye!" I jumped onto the train, lifting my trunk on after me.
I set off down the aisle, dragging my trunk behind me. I found a compartment at the back of the train that didn't have any older kids in it, and I cautiously opened the door.
There were three boys sitting in the compartment, talking and laughing with one another.
One of them, who had hazel eyes, messy black hair and glasses, looked up as I entered. "Hello!"
"Oh-um, hi," I said. "I'm Rayva Kalayin."
"I'm James Potter," he said. "And this is Remus Lupin," he gestured to the sandy blonde sitting in the corner, who grinned and waved at me, "And this is Sirius Black." he finished, pointing at the tall boy sitting next to him, who also waved at me, grinning roguishly.
"Would you like to sit here?" Remus asked, nodding towards the empty seat next to him.
"Um... yeah, thanks," I said, easily lifting my trunk up onto the luggage rack and collapsing onto the seat next to Remus. "Oh-before I forget, what's your favorite color?"
Remus seemed confused, but he answered nonetheless. "Uhhh... blue, I guess. Why?"
I turned to Sirius. "What's yours?"
"Fuchsia," he said confidently. "What? It looks nice and it seems forgotten!"
"Well, mine is red!" James said pompously, as if it was something to brag about.
I sat up a little straighter and concentrated. A second later, my hair was blue with streaks of fuchsia and red in it.
They all stared at me for a few seconds, completely speechless. Finally Sirius spoke up. "Whoa," he said. "If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were a witch!"
I grinned, morphing my hair back to its usual raven-black pixie cut. "Actually, I'm a Metamorphmagus."
"Bless you," said James.
"Thanks," I replied.
"Anytime."
"So what is a Metamorph-thingie anyways?" Sirius asked loudly.
"It means I can change my appearance and voice at will," I explained. "Oh, and they're supposed to be really rare." I added as an afterthought.
"Ah. So how do you-" Sirius's words were cut off by a loud thunk that came from the luggage rack.
I swore. "That was probably my theremin, hold on..." I muttered, standing up and lifting my trunk off of the luggage rack and setting it down on the floor. "Or maybe it was my concerta..." I continued, muttering to myself as I opened my trunk and rummaged through it, upsetting the carefully organized contents. "I think I left my turntable at home... did I? Oh!" I pulled out my theremin, as well as a large instrument case. "There it is!" I set the case aside, instead flipping up the antenna on my theremin.
Sirius stared at it. "What... is that?" he asked me, staring at it as if it had grown a foot, or... something.
"It's a theremin. Don't any of you play instruments?"
"I don't," Sirius said. "But I've always kinda wanted to play bass guitar."
"I play trombone," said James.
"Oh really?"
"Get your mind out of the gutter Sirius."
"I play percussion," Remus said quietly. "But mostly drums."
"Cool," I said, examining my theremin and then flipping the antenna down again. "Well, then I guess I'm the only one here who's quad-instrumental."
"Yea-wait, what?"
"Quad-instrumental, Siri," I said exasperatedly. "It means I can play four instruments. Accordion, theremin, piano, and turntable."
"Turntable?" James scoffed. "That's not an instrument."
"I'm a DJ." I replied. "My parents are music freaks." I added upon seeing their disbelieving expressions.