Katrina waved goodbye to her parents as the Hogwarts Express let out a final blow of steam. She had on an oversized maroon sweater, which she hated, but wore because her mother had knitted it for her and she loved it so much. Her dark blue scarf was wrapped warmly around her neck and her deep black hair cascaded down her back. Her mother was crying in her dad's arms, shouting out 'I love you' and 'Take care of yourself' into the cold September sky in between sobs. Her dad smiled and waved with his free arm as the Hogwarts Express heaved itself out of the platform with a jolt. Katrina was only halfway into the train and her suitcase was still on the ground. She quickly hauled it in with one hand while holding onto the handlebars on the doorway with the other. She stood near the doorway, watching her parents wave goodbye to her until they were nothing more than small dots and the worn cement of the platform turned into rolling pastures of green grass. The sun shone brightly in the pastel blue sky, but the winds sharply blew cold air into her face. She let out a long sigh and languidly pulled herself into the aisles of the train. Her cheeks were a bright pink and her eyes slightly watery from the cold.
It was probably one of the coldest September days that London ever saw, she thought as she made her way down the aisle, looking for a compartment that wasn't full and contained kids that looked her age. It was her first year at Hogwarts, but not her first year in school. She was a sixth year. She had used to live in Denmark before her family had to move down to London because of a job transfer. She had liked London so far, with the friendly faces and the busy streets, but every night, she wished she were back in her quiet, cozy town in Denmark.
Katrina finally found a compartment with four boys in it who looked like sixth years. She tapped on the compartment door lightly, "Excuse me? Um…can I sit here? All the other compartments are full." Three of the boys looked up, the one who didn't, with silky black hair, still kept his lazy gaze out of the window. Katrina immediately recognized one of them.
"Remus!" She cried, surprised. Remus stood up and let out a shout of laughter.
"Katrina! What are you doing here?" He pulled Katrina into a hug, making her drop her suitcase. She had met Remus before when he came to Denmark for vacation. He had stayed in the inn that her grandfather owned and she would play with him all the time.
"We moved here, my dad got a job transfer! My god, you've grown!" Katrina laughed as she bent down to pick up her suitcase.
"I got it," Remus swept up her suitcase and shoved it into the cubbies above the seats. A boy with wild black hair stood up, loudly cleared his throat, and looked at Remus.
"Oh! I'm sorry, Katrina, this is James, James this is Katrina, a friend of mine from Denmark. And Katrina, this is Peter," He pointed to a small, chubby boy with mousy blonde hair who smiled nervously at her, "and Sirius." He motioned to the boy who was staring out of the window. He didn't even look around.
James stuck out his hand and ruffled his hair, making it messier than it was before. Katrina smiled and shook his hand.
"Nice to meet you. Your favorite thing to do is read books?" James asked, as if knowing the answer was yes. Katrina looked startled, as Remus shook his head, intervening in the conversation.
"Actually, James, no. Katrina is into music. She plays the guitar," Sirius broke out of his trance at this word, "and sings in Denmark. She has her own CD out now, don't you, Katrina?" She smiled and nodded, blushing. James looked amazed and sat back down. Sirius shook his head and then looked up at Katrina.