Dan's POV:
"Alright, do you have all your stuff packed? All your homework, all your school books, and all your…magic…things?" I nodded for about the tenth time while pulling my luggage behind me.
"Yeah, mum. I'm telling you, I'm fine, it is my fourth year at this school." I pointed out for the tenth time.
"Alright, and you have Susan with you?"
"Why else would I be getting about fifty weird stares, mum?"
"That's true." For a Muggle as a mother, she was very calm about letting me have an owl as a pet. My father wasn't so pleased in letting me have the old owl, but he had to get used to it.
"For God's sakes, Dan, you're late as usual, pick up the pace!" My mum said to me, and I found myself exercising more than I would have liked to as I ran to the train, which was about to take off at any minute.
We ran through the platform of nine and three quarters (dear God, that was hard figuring out how to get on from the beginning) and I watched as the conductor of the scarlet train call for last minute students to enter the train.
"Alright, Dan, now stay safe, send lots of letters home, don't let the bullies get to you, stay healthy-"
"Mum, I gotta go!"
"-and don't talk back to the teachers or swear all too much, darling, bye!" My mum said quickly, causing me to laugh and run onto the train as it started to take off, slowly starting to gather speed.
"Bye, mum!" I called off of the train, watching as she grew farther away, her hand still waving a farewell vigorously.
"Aww, does Dan miss his mudblood of a mother?" I sighed, turning to see some of my fellow Slytherin housemates, all ganging up on me as usual. And, like usual, I ignored them, walking off to find a compartment to sit in.
What a perfect way to start the school year.
I glanced in the windows of every compartment, searching for some place to sit where it was empty and with no other Slytherins, but every compartment seemed to be filled with people…and more people…and more disgusting people.
Finally, I reached a compartment where I saw a tall and black haired boy sitting alone, staring out the window. With a sigh of knowing I'd have to sit with someone, I pulled open the door, causing him to look up startled.
He had bright blue orbs for eyes, staring up at me with excitement and smiling up at me. His pale skin contrasted with his ebony black hair. Basically, what I'm saying he was downright gorgeous.
"Hi!" He said excitedly, causing me to smile weakly. I wasn't much for people with enthusiasm, but he seemed to be an exception already.
"Hi, uh…the rest of the compartments are full…can I sit here?" I asked awkwardly. Great, I meet someone who isn't already annoyed with me and I already showed myself as the awkward potato I am.
"Sure thing!" The boy said brightly, causing me to smile as I sat across from him. Part of me was tempted to pull out my Muggle iPhone, but I realized there would be no wifi and would seem rude to this beautiful creature that was sitting across from me.
"I like your tee-shirt!" He said suddenly, causing me to look down and smile at my black Muse shirt.
"Thanks, I like yours too." I said, pointing at his brightly colored sonic tee-shirt, which was very different from what normal pure-bloods wore on the train, so I assumed he wasn't one.
"Thank you! What's your name?"
"Dan Howell, you?"
"Phil Lester!" Our conversation continued, jumping from one Muggle subject to the next, until suddenly our conversation was interrupted by a small purr.
"What the hell was that?" I asked, and saw him reach towards a small cage nearby.
"Lion is awake!" He pulled out an adorable small cat, one which was yawning tiredly and blinking its eyes sleepily.
"He doesn't look much like a lion." I giggled, causing Phil to smile.
"True, but he's my adorable little Lion!" Phil chirped, placing the lazy cat onto his knees.
Time flew by as we talked, the sun setting steadily and I found myself less nervous and less anxious, enjoying the time I was spending with Phil.
"We should be there soon, should we change into our robes?" Phil asked, causing me to frown slightly. I forgot that I still had to go to Hogwarts, and still had to deal with bullies.
"Oh yeah." I answered, reaching in my trunk and pulling out my black robes lined with green along with my green and silver tie.
"Oh, you're a Slytherin?" I heard Phil ask slowly, and I felt my heart sink. Well, I just lost a friend.
"Yeah…"
"Oh." The conversation ended with an awkward silence we had not yet experienced as we both changed into our uniforms.
I glanced over at him in his yellow and black tie, realizing he was a HufflePuff. At least he wasn't a Gryffindor; otherwise, I wouldn't stand a chance.
"Bye, Dan, I'll see you later?" Phil asked; a more cautious smile placed on his lips. I smiled slightly, nodding and looking down.
"Yeah…see you later." I said quietly, letting Phil leave the compartment and join his friends, most likely.
Gryffindor or HufflePuff, the odds of making Phil as my friend were unlikely.