(Third pov)
"Now, remember my rules Abigail and take care not to disgrace our family's" The famous Mrs. Oakwood told her daughter sternly. The ten year old girl, Abigail Oakwood, shivered from her mothers cold glare, nodding with a quiet yes ma'am as she fiddled with her white gloves.
The London station bustled with students as a horn yelled to anyone not on the train.
Abigail grabbed her trunk and made her way on to the train, not sparing a glance to her mother and not really wanting to, as the baggers took her trunk. She would miss nanny but it was an order from her mother and she couldn't refuse, she had to go.
Most of the train compartments were full with students in robes, it wrinkled her nose at the thought of wearing the things. She would look just like nanny in the black uniform that all new years had to wear.
The passenger car hummed as it ran along the tracks. She admired it, polished wood walls and red royal carpet floors greeted her, as she made her way to the back of the car. Her lighter suitcase in hand, when a door to a compartment ahead slammed open.
A man with black long hair dressed in black robes stormed out of the compartment, swiftly making his way down the capartments away from her. she wondered what could have happened as the large scowl on his face could not be missed. But, it was not for her to know and went about her own business.
She was able to find an empty compartment and sat down, calmly writing in a thick red diary, as she engrossed herself into the book.
students shouting rips her from her thoughts, it had seemed their destination came into view of the train's window.
She had finally made it.
'At last... Hogwarts' she thought sadly.
A snap of her book, dark, golden eyes glared at the castle that was to be her prison for seven years.
"I expect all of Hogwarts students to be respectful when entering the great hall-" said A very tall woman. She looked to be well in her sixties and wires long green robes. Her wizard hat stood straight on her head.
The speech dialog, the young wizards received Likely every year, seemed to fall off the older woman with persuasion and order. Her gaze commended obedience as she stared down at them. Nonetheless, even with her intimidating presence she gave off a strict grandmother image.
Once finished, the older witch turned to an even older looking man. a cat was held safely in his arms and seemed to be deeply attached to the man. His rugged appearance made the man's scowl even more threatening as the young children shivered in fear.
Abigail sighs and looked around her new school, standing on the staircase in front of the great hall entrance, along with all the other newbies her age. But, it was unlikely that it was just as much a prison for her as it was a home for them.
The walls of old brick, floors of polished marble, and haunted ancient castle theme around her made Abigail curious as to who could build such a place. It had always been in her interest to find out the inner workings of design and history of old things, to her it was like a story could come out of anywhere or anything.
It was always the same, welcome speeches then fest, what next? a person expecting her hand in friendship, ha! She was in one of her rotten moods and prayed that no one would talk to her. she didn't have much time to ponder on her negative thoughts as the older witch turned back to the new year's, navigating them into the great hall for the new year fest and to abigail's seven year life sentence, school life.
The hall was giant as to be expected from such a school as Hogwarts.
Abigail was happy to find the ceiling enchanted to look like the night sky, reminding her of fond memories of her papa bewitching her bedroom's ceiling to do the same.
A faint smile spread on her normal stoic face at the new discovery, only becoming wider at the aroma of food and the joyous atmosphere one could only get in a family environment. It felt nice and to her that meant a lot.
"Well she finally smiles at last!" A chipper voice chimes from beside her and she is greeted by a boy. He was a head taller than her and had mint green short hair. his big smile was inviting but the curious red gaze he held with her jade blank one was chilling, making her try to ignore his presence in general. she never liked boys like him, always teasing her and laughing at stuff that wasn't even funny.
Abigail scoffs, flicking her braided hair behind her shoulder at him. His eyes grew wide in shock from her attitude. But, she did not fret over him. she wasn't here for others to "get-to-know". Hell, she didn't even have a choice in the matter of coming. It was ether get dragged here or willingly come.
"You have emotions?" The boy dared to say with a smirk and she gave him a sideways glare. Her eyes snapping back to the back of the great hall, where a platform held the teachers table above the other house tables, not on the platform.
The sorting was about to begin...
"Ravenclaw!" The boy named Jeff Marblcola that had spoken to Abigail shrugged at at the hats choice, not caring and made his way to the house table.
"Violet Poppyseed!"
A girl with long white hair and violet gaze sat up on the stoll, swinging her legs back and forth.
"Slithern!" The hat shouted and Abigail watched violet skip away to the snake table.
"Abigail Oakwood!" The old witch called next and Abigail hopped to be in a place for her to forget what came after Hogwarts.
She slowly went up the steps and sat down, the hat being placed on her head felt weird and she held her breath.
"Hmm, you will do best in..."
To be continued...