Alrena looked at the boy standing in front of him, as she was looking at a wall with brown bricks. Alrena knew where she was going, but she wasn't sure the boy in front of her did. It was the first very day of her even hearing about where she was going, growing up in a household with filth, with a muggle that she hardly even knew. When she received her letter, she was absolutely astonished. And she found out how to get to this very place all by herself, found out how to find the money her dead parents had left for her all by herself. Was she proud? Yes. She was, indeed. The blonde boy in front of her seemed irritated, somehow. She couldn't really understand why, and as the curious girl she was, she poked him on his shoulder.
"Is something wrong, friend? You seem slightly irritated," she said. Very big words coming from a girl at age eleven. But then again – she was a Roushe. High intellect was a must in that family. No matter where they've grown up.
"Stay out of my business, filthy muggle," the pale, blondehaired boy said, while trying to get through the wall. Oh, he had problems getting to the train!
"My friend. You're entering the wrong spot. A meter to the left, and you should be assured," she smiled, and took care of herself, by simply sliding through the wall, getting directly out on platform nine and three quarters. After her came the blonde boy, who looked, if possible, even more irritated. Alrena giggled a little. It was, kind of cute.
"… I might not be what you called me, but could you please explain to me what a muggle is? You see, I only understand that both my parents were wizards. I've grown up in a household of normals, and I do not know if that is supposed to be a good thing. If you could explain, I'd be forever in your debt." she ended her sentence with a little smile. She was actually just playing comedy right now. He seemed like the boy to have a lot of power. Maybe his parents were rich, richer than her parents were? No, she did not know what a muggle was, but it was not in her interest. And all her smiles almost made her puke. She acted like the girl at the dirty household she grew up with.
"Uh… su-… I mean. No! Get out of my way!" the pale boy hissed, going directly by her, with a growl. She turned around to stay face to face with another pale stature. This was just a man. Probably in his thirtys, Alrena thought. She wrinkled her nose a little. He stood so _close_ to her! Almost like she did something wrong!
"What…. did you say to him. Missy?" the man asked, glancing at her, like she was some kind of disgusting gum pushed flat on the sidewalk.
"I asked him about something. Is that a problem?" she hissed right back at him. She had guts, this girl. Even the boy, who had stopped a little further up, to wait for his parents, had to admit that. The man in front of her was the boys dad, she had that figured out. She wasn't a complete and utter idiot.
"… you're brave. Watch that, brave people have a thing about suddenly … either dying, or disappearing." Alrena thought she could hear a threat in that, and boy, did she not approve of the hidden message.
"Are you standing here and threatening an eleven-year old? Excuse me, but how much morale do you have? Are you the kind of man who stands in for 'let's take this little girls lollipop?'. Do not question my intelligence, kind sir." she hissed, turning around, and pushing the cart directly into the boys, to get past him. She was angry now. She didn't wan't to let other people talk to her like that. She got the boys name, though. As the boy was falling to the ground, the woman grabbed him, staring after Alrena, while asking her son If he was okay. Draco, it was. Great. Now she had some planning to do.