Her purple irises stared out the train window in wonder. The scenery outside flew by in a blur, just like the first eleven years of her life. She was now aboard a train, one that she could've never imagined she'd be on, but yet she was. A few months ago, she was just thought as a mere human, not knowing her link to an ancient family of magic. She felt like a discarded, unwanted love note sent to an oblivious lover, left alone, and then thrown away.
Losing her parents at a young age made her feel lost in the world, now more so than ever. Her grandma tried to raise her, but cancer soon consumed her body and she was soon gone. Veronica was thrown into a foster home, where she never pondered on the strange things that seemed to be scientifically impossible at her grandma's house. Then her eleventh birthday came around the corner and the impossible was thrust upon her.
Now she was staring out a window on her way to a school of witchcraft and wizardry. She sat alone. No one in her compartment, her thoughts swirling in her mind. Then, the door slid open. A boy walked into the room and sat across from her. She didn't bother to look up. He sat there in silence, intently staring at her. Then he spoke. It was hard to distinguish, sounded like he was just talking to himself. She looked up long enough to see that he had pure white hair. She looked back down.
"You're eyes; they're purple." He said.
"What about them?" She said curtly, still staring out the window. He didn't answer. The silence continued, but he never left. The train bounded to a stop. It was time to get off. She would have to look at him again, but when she looked up, he was gone. In his spot was a piece of parchment. She picked it up and opened it. Scrawled across were two words. A name. Scorpius Malfoy. She folded it back up and placed it safely in her pocket as she proceeded off the train into cold drizzling weather.