I got bored and this happened. Disclaimer: I don't own anything(unfortunately).

Ciara x

Éponine Thernadier walked onto platform nine and three quarters, pushing her heavy trolley in front of her. Her parents had not accompanied her onto the platform, and she had not wanted to them to. She was independent and always had been, even though she was only eleven. She felt slightly nervous but tried not to show it. She was a Thernadier, and Thernadier's don't show their emotions, she had learned that from a very young age.

She stepped onto the scarlet steam engine, and walked down the corridor, searching for an empty compartment. She preferred to be by herself, but most of the compartments were already full. In her head, she cursed Azelma for making them late. Now it looked like she was going to have to share a compartment with a bunch of rowdy students. She was almost at the end of the train when she passed a compartment with only one person inside. It was a small freckly boy, obviously a first year, and he looked extremely nervous. Éponine slid open the door and he looked up, startled.

"I'm Éponine. "Can I sit here?"

The boy nodded, almost too eagerly, and Éponine almost felt sorry for him. Almost. She was a Thernadier, after all, and they definitely did not feel sorry for anyone.

"I'm Marius. Marius Pontmercy." The boy introduced himself shyly.

Éponine racked her brain, trying to remember if the name Pontmercy had ever been brought up in her parents conversation. She hoped it had, that would guarantee he was pureblood. Oh, Merlin, what if he was a mudblood?

Éponine put her bag on the rack and sat down awkwardly, trying to think of something to say to ease the awkward silence. It was Marius who spoke first.

"Are you in first year?" He asked her.

She nodded awkwardly. "You?"

"Yeah," He replied. Their small talk fizzled away and they were left with another awkward silence.

"What house do you want to be in?" Éponine asked, pleased with herself. This could be a good way to find out what his blood type was.

"I don't know, I think Ravenclaw sounds good, but I'm not really that smart. Maybe Gryffindor, but I'm not really brave either. What about you?"

"Slytherin" Éponine replied confidently. Her family had been in Slytherin for the past seventeen generations. Well, she had a cousin who had been in Hufflepuff but everyone pretended she didn't exist.

"Really?" Marius said, his eyes wide. "Don't you think that the Slytherins are a bit scary?"

Éponine laughed, she couldn't help it. "All the better reason to be one." She said with a smirk.

At that moment the door slid open and a boy with chocolate brown curls appeared in the doorway. Éponine recognised him from somewhere but she wasn't quite sure where.

"I'm Grantaire," he said, "Mind if I sit here? I was with this blonde curly-haired dude and a couple of his friends but then they started talking about the French Revolution."

Éponine snorted. The French Revolution?

"My thoughts exactly," Grantaire said with a grin as he as he sat down next to Marius, across from Éponine.

"I'm Eponine."

"I know. You're a Thernadier, aren't you?" Éponine nodded. "My parents talk about you all the time."

Éponine suddenly realised where she recognised him from. Mr and Mrs. Grantaire were good friends of her parents; they were both very high up in the ministry.

"And you are?" Grantaire asked, finally acknowledging Marius's presence.

"I'm Marius. Marius Pontmercy."

"Your dad works at the ministry, doesn't he?"

Marius nodded. "How did you know?"

Grantaire smiled. "You'd be surprised what you can learn from listening."

At that moment a blonde curly-haired boy who was already in his Hogwarts robes walked in. From one look at Grantaire, Éponine could tell it was the French Revolution guy. Trying not to laugh, she glanced up at him.

"May we help you?" Éponine asked but not unkindly.

"I just wanted to tell you that we will be arriving at Hogwarts soon so you'll want to be changing into your robes. Oh, there you are, Grantaire, we were wondering where you'd got to."

Grantaire grinned sheepishly. "I just thought it would be a good idea to meet new people." Éponine barely managed to stifle a laugh. The blonde boy looked at her strangely but didn't say anything.

"I'm Enjolras, by the way."

"Éponine."

"I'm Marius."

"What house do you want to be in?" Enjolras asked.

"Slytherin." Éponine said with a smirk.

"I don't know," Marius said, still as shy as ever.

"What about you?" Éponine asked Enjolras, who was still standing in the doorway.

"Gryffindor, of course." He said, with a slight air of confidence in his voice. "My family have been in Gryffindor for hundreds of generations."

"Stop boasting, Enjy. It won't make a good first impression." A curly-brown haired boy appeared behind Enjolras.

"I wasn't boasting. And how many times have I told you not to call me Enjy?"

"I think we were on two hundred and thirty four last time I counted." The brown haired boy replied with a cheeky grin. "I'm Courfeyrac, by the way." He said to the others.

"I'm Éponine,"

"Marius,"

"Grantaire,"

"Yeah, I remember. You were the guy who left when Enjolras started boring us all with his talk about the French Revolution."

Grantaire blushed slightly, but Éponine burst out laughing. Even Marius let out a little giggle.

"Anyway, we better leave you to get changed, we're almost there." And with that, Courfeyrac and Enjolras were gone.

"I s'pose we should get changed." Éponine said and the two boys nodded.

She left the room while they got changed and when they were done she went in to get changed herself. As she was pulling her robe over her shoulders, she glanced out the window. It had just started to rain-heavily. She heard groans coming from outside the door (they would be crossing the Black Lake later on) but she smiled. She liked rain- it made the flowers grow.

So, what did you think? Review, please! Constructive criticism is welcome but please don't be rude.

Ciara x