Compartment
Clarissa Digby, daughter of Maxwell and Francine Digby, was astounded, better yet, absolutely disgusted, that her parents had the audacity to downgrade her in such a way. She was currently stood in front of the steaming, rather, vintage, and a ghastly red coloured train that was to take her to Hogwarts, her parents beaming behind her.
"Lis, stop being so dramatic," her father smiled, patting her shoulder.
Clarissa stepped away from him and brushed his hand away from her shoulder. "My Chanel daddy!" She scoffed, watching as he shooed her away tastelessly, more intrigued by the magic surrounding him. Both her parents were muggle's and though she couldn't hold it against them, they acted like found orphans. Honestly, it was tragic. "Mummy, please don't make me go! I was fine at Beauxbatons."
Francine lifted her thing sunglasses from her face and gave her daughter a side eye. "Darling we aren't living in France anymore, daddy has work in London. And Hogwarts will do you good, I didn't like those friends of yours at Beauxbatons." She shrugged, putting her sunglasses back on.
"See you at Christmas dear, be good, be kind and for the love of god, no boyfriends," Maxwell sighed giving his daughter a pointed look. Her previous track record was exactly clean when it came to young boys and he was growing rather tired of getting letters from various professors insisting they place some constraints on her.
Clarissa hugged them both tightly, a last plea, holding onto her father longer knowing all too well that he had a soft spot for her. "Please don't leave me," she cried, unwilling to let go of him.
Francine swatted her away from Maxwell, gave her coat and small stylish suitcase and patted her back pushing her along. "Hurry now, you don't want to end up in the compartment with all the loners do you?" She laughed, watching as Clarissa turned back to give them one last look. Francine threw her blonde hair behind shoulder and lifted her chin, indicating her daughter to do the same.
"I'd rather be friends with a door than any of these…creatures," she muttered to herself, letting out a squeal as she was pushed from the doorway by a group of young boys who laughed to themselves. They were no older than thirteen and yet she wanted to wring their little throats like ropes.
Hi all,
I'm just testing the waters and seeing if I should continue to write this fanfic I will be posting the full chapter in a few days if people like it, if not, feel free to read and reread this segment over and over XD.
M.A
(my name is not Clarissa I was watching Amanda Bynes films and got inspired...also Franny and Max from the Nanny anyone?)