Lisa Monroe placed her black boot on the first step. She wasn't sure if it was her imagination but could swear she felt magic course through the heel of her shoe and up to her slender body. Continuing up the steps, Lisa felt her breath catch in her throat. Where do I sit? Will I need to cast some sort of spell to get on the train? What if everyone else already knows how to use magic? The questions seemed endless.
When Lisa had received the letter from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, she had instantly shown them to her parents. Just as mystified as she was, her parents could offer no assistance whatsoever. Neither of them was magical. Lisa hadn't even known she was magical until she received the letter from this school she'd never heard of. Reluctant to go, Lisa had been doubtful there would even be a train. But Lisa knew this was true- she could see the other students in odd robes, she could hear the business of all the farewells, and she could feel the train underneath her manicured hands.
She finally reached the end of the train's stairs and turned to her left, hiking her cream purse higher up on her shoulder. Slowly walking down the narrow passageway, Lisa looked into each of the carts. One cart was full to the brim with old, intimidating students who joked around and stuffed themselves with candy. In one cart, a young boy sat on the seat stupidly and looked around. In the next cart, three students, two with red hair and one with brown, were practicing spells. Lisa looked into the last cart in this train section to see a rather full cart of older students. The door was open but nobody noticed her staring in at their party.
"Can I help you?" a tall girl asked. She wore a long green robe and black witch hat. With long, curly black hair and soft but definitive bone features, Lisa could hardly reply to the pretty witch.
"I'll just be leaving," Lisa said, redness creeping up her cheeks. She turned to go, catching the eye of a tall, strong blonde haired boy. He wore a smart black suit and a red scarf and was completely hot.
"That's alright. Why don't you stay? You can sit over here," the boy said, pointing next to him. Slowly, Lisa entered the cart and took the seat next to him. "I'm Scorpius Malfoy but you can call me Scor. I'm in my third year. Are you in your first?" he said smoothly. Not trusting her voice, Lisa nodded slowly. "What's your name?" he asked.
Lisa noticed that the entire cart had been listening to their conversation and stared at her. "Lisa Monroe," she replied quietly.
A scrawny, short boy punched Luke in the arm. "Lisa and Scor! How adorable a couple you two make!" the boy said and the rest of the students laughed, including Scor. Lisa felt colour creeping up in her cheeks once more. The tall girl who had first talked to her stared at her with piercing eyes.
"I think I should go," Lisa said, and left the cart in a hurry. She heard laughter behind her and started hurriedly down the hallway.
"Lisa, you don't have to go. John was only joking. He does it to everyone. Please, don't go." Lisa heard Scor's deep voice from behind her. Lisa stopped and turned around.
"It's no bother. I'm going to go get something off the trolley anyhow," she said.
Scor looked down at his feet and Lisa almost felt pleased she was the cause of his sadness. "Well, I guess I'll see you around then," he said and Lisa felt a twinge of disappointment that he didn't fight harder for her. "I hope you get sorted into Slytherin," he said. "I could help you out around school and help you get onto your feet," he said sweetly.
"Sure," she agreed. He stepped closer and Lisa didn't know whether he was going to kiss her or not. Instead, he began to blush and held out his hand. Awkwardly, she shook it and then she turned away.
