Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters in this story. Well except Chantalle's I do own her.
Chantalle dragged her things up to the only compartment that seemed to have any room left she knocked at the door and opened wide enough so she could fit her body in the space.
"Do ya's mind if I sit with ya's?" she asked in a slightly strangled voice.
"Not at all" one of the boys said.
She carefully manuvered her way through, put her trunk on the rack, then plonked herself down on the nearest available seatwith her eyes shut. When she finally opened her eyes after about ten minutes she noticed all the peoples eyes in the compartment on her. Feeling slightly awkward she decided to start up a conversation.
"So what are all our names then?" her accent highlighted with every vowel.
"Er I'm Ron" the boy who spoke had red hair and seemed to be wearing second hand clothes.
"I'm Harry" the boy with the lightning bolt shaped scar on his forehead spoke this time.
"I'm Hermione" the only other girl in the compartment spoke her bushy hair was everywhere but she seemed nice enough.
"I'm Neville." the boy was round but smiled so sweetly you couldn't help but like him.
"And you are?" Chantalle asked the last boy who had failed to state his name.
"Artemis fowl" he spoke as though she was the most annoying person, Chantalle felt his piercing black eyes look her up and down then look back at his book.
"Oh um okay. I'm Chantelle." She spoke quietly then pulled a book out of her backpack without looking at the cover she went straight to the first chapter then groaned 'Hogwarts a history' she had read it so many times she could quote it word for word. Putting it back into her backpack she looked for another book. The only one left she hadn't read was 'He who must not be named; a biography' one she had found at the back of the bookshop while getting her school book ,she had thought it might be good for a bit of extra reading, pulling it out she heard Ron gasp.
Chantalle watched him as did all the others in the compartment.
"That wasn't on the book list." Ron stuttered.
"I know but I thought it might be nice for a bit of extra reading." Chantalle answered not seeing what all the fuss was about.
"Do you know anything about he who must not be named." Ron asked her.
"Not a lot I only really know that he called himself Voldemort." Chantalle said then jumped as Ron let out a squeak.
"You must never say his name" Ron said in a high pitched voice.
Chantelle eyed him for awhile then decided that she didn't really want to continue the conversation so instead turned to her book.
When she next looked up there was an old woman at the door
"Would you like anything m'dears?" the woman asked.
Ron groaned "No thanks" then went to eat his sandwiches.
Hermione got some pumpkin pasties. Where as harry got as much as he could afford, which was a lot, and started sharing them round. When the woman looked at her Chantelle just shook her head. S o the woman looked at Artemis.
"No" Artemis's voice was so sharp it cut the air.
The woman quickly walked off.
"You didn't have to be that rude." Hermione started on Artemis.
"I wasn't rude" Artemis shot back.
Chantalle looked at them both then looked over at harry as he spoke.
"You don't sound English Chantalle. "
She could tell he was trying to stop the fight that was brewing.
"No, I'm from Australia me and my dad moved here three months ago. It was a bit of a shock when on the second day of being here I got a letter asking me to come to this school. Dad was a bit hesitant at first but when Hagrid came and spoke to him, he let me come." She answered
Everyone looked at he , once again she turned to her book then noticed that she had only on e page left she finished it quickly then stored it in her bag. She looked around noticing that it was starting to get dark.
"I think we should get into our robes now as we will be arriving in approximately an hour." She said
In silence they got dressed, it took them half an hour for all of them to be dressed and seated again. They sat there quietly each one of them in there own thoughts.