Side note: Mimi's P.O.V

Oli's P.O.V

Spoken through the mind

-diff language-

Entry 1:

I walked onto platform 9 ¾, ignorant of my surroundings. I didn't care for anyone; I just wanted to go home.

No one could see my face, for the hood let no light touch my face. I glided onto the train and walked to the last compartment and sidled in. I heard a commotion down the hall from me.

-Foolish mortals.- I whispered as you walked through the door. You looked at me once and sat down as far from me as you could. At that moment my (1) witching glass buzzed

-yes papa... I'm fine papa… no you don't have to worry the others… I'm fine… good bye papa. I closed the glass and looked up, to find you staring at me in a strange way.-

4 people walked into the compartment before I could say anything to you. A blonde boy, an ugly girl, and 2 monkeys. The blonde caught my eye… he sat next to me. The girl… she was wearing a cross and she wouldn't shut up; so I finally used my magic to jerk open the window and fling her out without so much as lifting a finger.

-good riddance- I mumbled.

The blonde one looked at me. "You're that new vampire aren't you?" I smirked at him, showing my fangs. The two monkeys screamed and dashed from the room, while you and the blonde looked at me in curiosity.

"What's your name?" I rolled my eyes. "Minita Sara Elizabita Leonard Dracula IV, but everyone calls me Mina." He smiled. "I'm Draco Malfoy." "If I was concerned with your name I would've asked." You began to snicker as my accent slurred my words. I glared at you as my fangs began to grow.

"DUDE! That's Nifty!" you yelled. I looked at you confusedly.

"Nifty? You mortals are strange ones."

Entry 2:

"Yes, nifty….. Vampire." I said smugly, crossing my arms and legs and my left leg shaking jerkily. "You shouldn't speak to Vampires like that." The blonde, I think Malfoy he said his name was, suddenly spoke up. Looking side ways at him, I drawled " If I wanted your opinion I would've asked for it." The Malfoy boy gave me a sharp look and seemed to sink into his seat. I sighed loudly and reached above my head. 'Morphing' my hand into a net, I captured my book from next to my trunk and brought my hand back down, changing it back to a hand in the process.

Malfoy breathed in quickly and sunk even further into his seat. I looked at you and you looked as if to speak when the compartment door bursts open again. This time a boy with messy black hair and green eyes, a ginger head, and a Bushy brunet girl walked in. I rolled my eyes as the already over-filled room became even fuller.

The red haired boy made a line straight for you and the black haired for me. The girl stood where she was, lips pursed, foot tapping, and glaring at you.

T.B.C

(1) witching glass: a small mirror used as a phone.