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Chapter One: Mission to England
"Soul! C'mon we're going to be late!" Maka yelled across the unfamiliar station. The sign outside said King's Cross, and after parking their motorcycle and heading into the giant, pearly building.
"Okay, okay Maka. Geez, relax a little." Her partner, Soul grumbled, appearing behind her pushing a trolley filled to the brim with luggage. His white hair and crimson eyes had attracted strange looks from others, but he wasn't one to particularly care.
"How can I relax? We've got ten minutes before our train leaves and you're walking at a snail's pace!" She replied, raising her voice higher than she expected. She'd been so excited when Lord Death had dealt out this mission to her and Soul, but she hadn't expected this much stress about it.
As Soul caught up with her, she checked the tickets, frowning she glanced at the platform numbers.
"Something wrong?" Soul asked, leaning one elbow on the trolley and trying not to seem out of breath at pushing it this far. Maka glanced from the ticket to the platform signs again.
"The tickets say platform nine and three quarters, but there's none here..." Maka explained, showing the tickets, then she gasped. "Oh nooooo! What if we got the wrong station! We'll be so late! Then we'll have to explain to Lord Death and-"
As Maka continued to stress, Soul looked behind her to the pillar dividing platforms nine and ten, as if to prove there was an extra platform. As he did, he saw a ginger haired boy run up to it, he opened his mouth to yell out for the boy to stop because he was about to hit the platform. Then the boy passed through the pillar.
Soul's jaw dropped, he pointed, "M-Maka?" He stammered, Maka turned, breaking her panic-mode. They watched as another ginger haired boy ran through the pillar, and Maka's jaw dropped too, she turned back to Soul slowly.
"Do you think...?" She trailed off, Soul shrugged and they started towards the pillar.
"Well, Lord Death did say they knew about magical stuff." Soul said, shrugging again, Maka looked nervous as they approached the pillar, Soul noticed this and grinned at her. "It's okay, we're definitely cool enough to do this." This earnt him a light laugh from Maka.
They reached the pillar, Maka looked at Soul to say 'I'll go first', Soul nodded leaning on the cart again. Maka closed her eyes and took a deep breath, as she stepped forwards she felt a light tingling all over her body.
When she opened her eyes she saw a scarlet red steam engine that had gold lettering across it that read 'Hogwarts Express'. There were hundreds of people milling around the platform in black robes, cartering luggage and various animals. She grinned in amazement and turned to Soul as he stepped through with their trunks on the trolley.
"Hey, we'd better get a compartment or they'll all be gone." Soul said, smirking to avoid his outright grin at the sight on the platform. Maka smiled, deciding to follow him into the train.
Many of the compartments on the train were taken, but they eventually reached one that empty and decided upon sitting in it. Maka rushed to the window and looked at it, "Wow! It's like the green carries on forever out here! I never tire of England!"
"Yeah, whatever Maka. Just help me out, for some reason you insist on bringing your whole wardrobe and I may be cool but I'm not strong." Soul said, struggling with his own case. Maka turned and picked her own up of the pile and reached up to the luggage rack. As she did so, she had to reach onto her tiptoes and stretch her arms to reach the edge of the luggage rack, she was slightly annoyed that Soul could do it with such ease.
She used the tips of her fingers to slip the trunk on, but as it did, Maka overbalanced and started to topple backwards, she heard Soul yell and before she fell any further, his arms where around her waist, keeping her supported. She looked up at Soul, her arms unconsciously holding his for support, and felt her face heat up a little.
That is, before Soul cleared his throat and allowed her to stand upright again, "Geez Maka, you should be more careful." He said, smirking slightly. Maka turned,
"I was! It's not my fault they put the storage up so high!"
"Maybe you should drink more milk then, it'll make you taller, and help out with that flat chest of yours." Soul's smirk grew even wider, Maka crossed her arms and continued to look out the window, her blonde pigtail flicking over her shoulder as she did so, the blush still not quite fading from her face.
"Umm...Excuse me? Is it okay if my friends and I sit here?" A new voice said, and Maka turned her head to see a boy around her age standing at the compartment door. He had messy black hair, which reached to the edge of his round glasses, which framed glittering green eyes. They were a shade or two lighter than her own. He was wearing a baggy sweater and jeans, and behind him was a girl with bushy brown hair and a tall boy with ginger hair. Maka nodded and smiled, "Sure, that's cool, right Soul?" She turned to ask her partner, who nodded.
They moved their stuff out of the way as the trio walked into the compartment, then Maka sat in the corner next to the window, next to Soul and opposite the black haired boy. His friends sat next to him, glancing at the newcomers to Hogwarts, as the train started to roll out of the station.
"I haven't seen you at Hogwarts before, are you first years?" The girl said, smiling, she had rather large front teeth, Maka noticed.
"Sort of," Maka said slowly, "We're transferring in this year, into the fifth year I think. But we might not be staying too long."
"Oh? Why not?" The boy said, Maka glanced at Soul for help with a believable lie, who shrugged. In the end they both remained silent, part of their mission was to not say what they were doing at Hogwarts. No one hear had heard of Death City, and Lord Death had decided that he liked it that way.
"I'm Harry, and this is Ron and Hermione." The black haired boy, Harry, said, gesturing to his two friends.
"So, who are you two?" The other boy, Ron, said.
"Oh, I'm Maka and this is my partner Soul." Maka replied, smiling, as Soul lent back in the seat looking relaxed.
"Partner?" Ron persisted; Maka blushed suddenly realizing that what was so normal to her was probably a weird thing to say for people who didn't have weapons and meisters.
"Basically we're very good friends." Soul said, coming to Maka's rescue. The three looked at him, taking in his strange appearance. After a pause, Ron spoke again,
"Are you a vampire?"
Maka and Soul blinked at each other for a second, and then started to laugh. That was by far the weirdest thing anyone had asked Soul, if they even asked about his appearance at all. Ron however blushed and looked annoyed as though it was a perfectly reasonable question. Finally, Soul stopped laughing and turned to him.
"Nah, I'm no vampire. Just a normal fifteen year old." He said, the smirk was back again, Maka looked out of the window again to hide her own half smile. Sure, Soul was normal, if normal was transforming into a scythe.
A silence ensued in the carriage again, though it was obvious the teens had more to ask about each other, just didn't know how to go about asking.
After a few minutes of silence, the bushy haired girl, Hermione, brought out a book. Maka looked at the cover, hoping it was something she'd read so that they could start a conversation, but the lettering across it read 'Hogwarts, A History.' Must've been one of the books Lord Death had packed for them that she hadn't got round to reading yet.
"Is it good? I plan to read it sometime." She asked, Hermione looked up and grinned,
"Yes actually-It's brilliant! I-"
"She's read it about a hundred times and practically knows it off by heart from cover to cover." Ron moaned, which earnt him a laugh from Harry and Soul.
"I know that feeling. All Maka does all day is read. Pisses me off." Soul grumbled, Maka turned to glare daggers at him.
"At least I'm not-" Maka stopped herself, she was going to say 'flirting with Blair' but that might have jeopardized the mission.
Just then there was a knock at their compartment, they all turned to see an elderly witch with a sweet trolley smiling in at them. Saved by the sweets, Maka thought, letting out a breath.
For the remainder of their journey to Hogwarts, the five teens chatted, joked, ate sweets and generally had a good time getting to know each other. Indeed, when the train rolled up at the platform, it was like they had known each other years.
Blugh, I hate having to end it like that, but I didn't want to bore you guys with them just becoming friends. It was obvious they were gunna. Plus, I didn't want it too long.
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