Kathleena, or 'Kitty' to the lucky few, Edwards was slightly out of breath as she ran onto the train platform. There were so many people, and she didn't know anyone. Of course that was to be expected, she wasn't from the magical community.

Her step-father, Detective Michael Anderson of the Great Hangleton Police Department, had told her to use her newly discovered talents. After all, how many witches were there in the world?

Well, Kitty thought, there's a lot more of them than he thought

Suddenly, she felt a set of eyes boring into her back. She turned, startled. There was a dark-haired girl standing there, looking right back at her. The girl's oddly colored eyes locked with Kitty's emerald green ones for a few seconds. Kitty, slightly frightened, turned away. There had been something vaguely familiar about the girl.

There was a blonde, pale boy standing next to the girl. Two similar adults, obviously his parents, were talking to him. Kitty giggled. The girl reminded her of a 'What Does Not Belong?" puzzle.

The older blonde male looked at her suddenly. At first, he's eyes shone with some inner loathing. Then he smirked. Kitty shuddered. No one had ever looked at her that way. It was like a hungry spider looking evilly at a fly caught in its web.

Kitty pushed into the crowd as the train pulled up.

After the train had been moving for a while, Kitty realized she had no where to sit. Most of the compartments were already full. Finally, she found one. The blonde boy and the dark-haired were sitting there talking.

"Excuse me," she whispered, trying not to draw attention to herself.

Both heads turned toward her. Kitty jumped, surprised that they had heard her.

"Yes?" the girl asked her voice like ice.

"The other rooms are full…" Kitty began, her volume increasing slightly.

"What," the blonde boy interrupted a sneer. "the other Weasleys kicked you out?"

What's a Weasley? Kitty thought. Some sort of rodent? She frowned. "I'm not sure I know what you're talking about."

"Not a Weasley, then?" the boy questioned. "Perhaps a Mudblood?"

Unsure if he was speaking to her or the girl uninterestedly looking out the window, Kitty asked, "What's that?"

"Definitely a Mudblood."

Deterred by the boy's response, Kitty turned away and left, mildly confused. She figured she'd just have to wait in the hallway.