Nevilles POV
All I could think about was how nervous I was. There were so many things to think about as I walked through the train to find an empty compartment. What if no one would let me sit with them? What if no one wanted to be my friend? What if it got so bad I had to go home early? But these thoughts were interrupted when I found a compartment with just one girl in it. There was something odd about the girl…even for a witch. She had her legs stretched out across the seat next to her and was hidden by a magazine. I knocked timidly.
"Er…c-could I sit here?" I stammered.
The girl looked up from her magazine, the first thing I instantly noticed were her bright gold brown eyes, they seemed to be full of life.
"Sure go ahead" her voice was light but had a certain toughness hidden beneath. The girl smiled warmly. I took a good look at her, her long wavy brown hair fell lightly just above her waist , her cheeks were naturally pink, her legs weren't long so she couldn't be too tall, or too short for that matter. Her eyes are what really held my attention though, they were bright and had a content look, but hidden beneath was a look of pain and longing. They also had an almost grown up look to them. She also had a look of confidence to her; she didn't look like the kind to get scared easily. But even with this she still looked kind.
I hastily got into the compartment, closed the door and sat down.
"My names…er…neville…Neville Longbottom.." I swallowed the lump in my throat.
"Charlotte. Charlotte Rose" she said easily. She extended one of her hands and I shook it, her grasp was light. She looked as if she was waiting for me to say something, but when I didn't she simply returned to her magazine. I just held my toad Trevor, tightly and it went on like this for awhile. Then the trolley came, she stood up and walked over to it and I did the same.
"So Neville what's good?" she asked questioningly
"Er…i-I like pumpkin pasties…"
"a few pumpkin pasties please. Its on me Neville" she smiled. I nodded and thanked her. We both sat back down but this time she was facing me, one leg crossed across the other. We sat in silence for a few minutes enjoying our sweets. She was slow and mostly nibbled at the edges.
"So Neville, do you know much about Hogwarts? Im muggle born so its all pretty new…" a flash of nervous excitement flashed in her eyes, but it was gone as quick as it had come.
"I-a yeah…most of my family went there…its er…nice…"
The corners of her lips curled up into a smile almost like a smirk.
"Woah no way! Reeeaaallly? I can picture it exactly in my head! You're good at descriptions" the sarcasm in her voice wasn't mean, it was friendly.
We talked, joked, and laughed the whole ride. Except for the long silences…but it wasn't my fault! Ok maybe it was. But she didn't seem to care, she wanted to be my friend anyways.