I poked my head out of the window and watched some of the older girls twirling around the cobblestone street. I found them so fascinating. Every day at exactly 5 pm they walked around the town with their blue skirts floating around them, eyes of the townspeople automatically getting stuck to them till they swayed out of sight. They were elegant and light, that's what I wanted; I wanted people to look at me dumbstruck by my grace and poise.

"Whatcha doin', little one?" I jumped and scurried back a few steps as if I had just been caught doing something bad.

The voice that spooked me came from my mother, a gorgeous woman that stuck in your mind, unlike myself, a plain little girl with frizzy brown curls and dull green eyes. my mum pulled the curtain aside and peered out to see what I had been peeping at.
A knowing smile stretching her face "You want to be a Beauxbaton like your mum, dont you Asta!" she laughed, swooping down to grab me up into her arms and twirling me around, eliciting the high pitched giggle of a child from the back of my throat.

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Six years later I'm finally old enough to attend my beloved Beauxbatons, but am I? Nope. My great aunt Is some sort of a professor at a school with some ridiculous name and my parents decided (without me might I add) that it would be better for me to attend that school. I knew in my head it was still a good school and I should be excited, but after so many years of being promised something I've always wanted I tend to get a bit pissy when I don't get it.

The uniforms were thick black wool robes instead of the soft flowy blue of the Beauxbaton uniform and it was three days travel just to get to the train station that would whisk me further and further away from my dream.

After stomping angrily through the station, attracting cautious stares from bystanders, I stopped in front of platform 9 looking for the platform on her ticket "9 3/4" . There wasn't a platform, there was a just stupid wall this had to be a joke. I glared at the wall willing it to catch fire. My mum rushed through the crowd to catch up and my dad trailed , pushing a cart of my trunks and loose books in front of him.

"See it doesn't even exist!" I waved my boarding pass in my mums face.
Then a girl came hurtling at the wall full speed. I didn't even have time to gasp before the girl disappeared from sight without a sound.

"You were saying?" my mum smirked at me.

"I'm not doing it." I looked pointedly back and forth between my parents and the wall.

"You are if you want your teddy" my dad waved the raggedy bear that I had slept with since i was little, in the air. I snatched his hand out of the air looking around for witnesses.

"Fine." I muttered through my teeth.

"I still don't get why I'm traveling around the world for a school when I have a better one in my backyard"

"Just trust us will you"

'mum makes ever so convincing arguments' I noted to myself

I grabbed the cart and aimed for my certain doom, they'd regret this whole idea when I crashed into this dumb wall and earned myself a concussion" my mum placed a hand on my arm, "be good", she pecked my cheek.

"Not likely."

Then I took off, picking up speed and hitting the wall, or at least what used to be a wall. Now it was a sea of buzzing people making their way onto a shiny steam engine and waving goodbye to parents and younger siblings.

I lugged my stuff into a warm compartment and plopped down across the seat, trying to take up as much space as possible, legs sprawled all willy nilly to indicate that i REALLY did not want to share. Not that it mattered, because a second later three boys opened the door to climb in for the trip, completely ignoring my scowl. A boy with darker skin tone smirked while the two red headed boys looked confused.

"What are you doing?" the taller of the two red heads questioned me.
They were insanely similar looking, other than their slight height only thing that distinguished them at all was that the taller ones eyes were just a shade lighter than the other ones (not that i was looking or anything).

"Sitting" I wiggled my butt for emphasis. Honestly people theese days are sooo unobservant.

The shorter one took this as his opportunity to pipe up.

"But those are our seats."

"Not anymore." I thought this was rather redundent considering I had done everything in the world to make sure that it looked like a 4'3 scrawny girl was taking up an entire train compartment, but still they all just stared at me kinda blankly.

The short one shrugged, walked in anyway and sat across from me. The darker toned boy followed, sitting beside him, leaving Mr. Tall (not the most original nickname I know) standing there looking, at me expectantly.

"Aren't you going to move your legs?"I rolled my eyes and slid them off the seat, making room for him.

He plopped down, giving me a cocky grin.

"Names Fred." He stuck out his hand expectantly. I just stared. He seemed to finally get I wouldn't be shaking it so he let it fall.

"I'm George and this is Lee." The shorter red head said pointing, back and forth between him and the other boy.

"Asta." I muttered, not really in the mood to talk.

"what did you call me!" george mock angrily said.

"No my name is asta" I would be lying if I said I didn't at least crack a half smile at his attempt at a joke.

They left me alone them, chatting about boy things like quidditch pads and the frogs they had put in their siblings beds.

"So, Asta, what year?" Lee asked out of nowhere giving me a quizzical look, well as quizzical as a boy with ears bigger than the rest of his body can.

"First."

"What house do you think you're going to get?" Fred asked.

"We're Gryffindor." George added.

I just shrugged, hoping they would go back to not talking to me. I knew it wasn't fair to be so rude to them but quite frankly I didn't care what house they were in or what sort of door they had.

A trolley stopped in front of the compartments doors and a round head popped in "Anything for the trip dears?" a cheery woman asked, glancing around the room. Fred waved his hand.

"Four chocolate frogs please."

She handed them to him smiled and continued pushing the trolley down the narrow hallway. Fred passed Lee and George two of the frogs before handing me the other one. I took it carefully, like it was poisonous, (that would be smart on his part considering i kept scowling at him like i wanted to kill him, you know the whole attack before they attack you thing) but I offered him a thank you and a small smile. To be honest I was surprised. I hadn't done anything to make him want to be nice; in fact I had encouraged the opposite but here he was doing this like we were friends. I unwrapped the sweet and ate it (after just a bit of a struggle), the fudge melting on my tongue. I was prepared to go back to sitting quietly when a hand reached over and pulled my hand closer. Fred examined the crumpled wrapper I was holding then plucked out a slightly wrinkled card.

He glanced up and smiled at me, "My brother collects these." He presented the card to me.

"Nigyan Belivous," I read aloud he nodded

"Famous wizards." he tucked the card in his trunk.

"What's his name?" I asked.

He looked startled for a second like; he hadn't expected her to continue talking to him.

"I just said it didn't i, Nigyan Belivous are you daft ?"

"I meant your brother you nit."

"I have five, three older brothers; George, he jerked his thumb at his twin who was currently trying to avoid a noogie from his seat mate, and a younger one Ron, he collects the wizard cards".

"Must be nice, I'm an only child, it gets lonely sometimes." He looked as if he was about to say something but then the train slowed down, screeching to a stop.

"Time to go." George and Lee jumped up pulling, Fred out and off the train, leaving me to stumble outside on my own.