I sat quietly in my own empty compartment, staring out the window as I felt the train lurch forward. I saw the trees fly by, imagining what Hogwarts would be like; my encounter with Professor Dumbldore was quite unexpected, yet not uncomfortable. He had told me how I could presume my learning, with the exception of my wings, which Dumbledore had politely reminded me, were not a problem, as long as I didn't flaunt them.

I heard my compartment door slide open, yet kept my eyes on the scene flying past, the speed hypnotized me until a voice said, "Um, hello?"

I tore my sight from the window to four boys standing in the doorway. One was unexpectedly handsome; I marked him off as a self-centered jerk. Next to him was a boy with ruffled hair and glasses; I marked him off as a know-it-all Pansy. There was a pudgy little boy; I marked him off as the quiet yet easily amused type. Lastly, there was a skinny, lanky boy with pale skin and golden eyes carrying a ton of books; I marked him off as the goody-goody bookworm.

The jerk spoke in a confident tone. "Anyone sitting here?"

I shook my head, yet tried my best not to hex the boy, even his type of speaking was an annoyance to me. They set their stuff down cautiously, the boy with glasses sat next to me after I hastily moved my muggle backpack to my lap

As much as I liked the quiet, it evidently annoyed me when "Self-Centered boy" spoke again.

"You a Fourth year?"

I nodded mutely.

"What's your name?" The boy with glasses watched as my lips parted, and I spoke for the first time for about three hours, I didn't bother to pretend to be gleeful. A fake name popped into my head at once.

"Cynthia Bryans."

My voice wasn't croaky like I expected, yet it was smooth and graceful, like a play on words. They seemed to believe that was my name- so evidently, my lying hadn't lessened since I left the Flock.

I stared at them expectantly.

"Erm, that's a nice name…" The pudgy one spoke.

"Yes, yes it is." They seemed shocked by my attitude. "But may I remind you, you asked me what my name is, and I gave it to you. The least you could do is telling me yours." Why was I speaking so… formally?

They were stunned into a silence, but the Jerk caught the confidence and spoke. "I'm Sirius- y'know, Sirius Black."

"Yeah, I'm James Potter." Glasses boy said.

"Peter." The pudgy one said.

"Hello, I'm Remus Lupin." Bookworm said.

"Alright," I continued to stare out the window.

"What house are you in?" Sirius asked. I thought he was irritating, yet I had to admire his confidence and pride.

"Gryffindor." I remembered the name from previous studies. I wasn't an experienced witch- I'd recently found out. From Dumbledore, of course.

"Ah, for the brave, huh?"

"Yes."

"Me too," Sirius continued wistfully. "Gryffindor, house of the brave, no one- and I mean no one- in their right minds would want to be in slytherin. I certainly think I just might've died if I got into that house." He shuddered.

"Me too!" Added the chubby one, Peter.

"Same over here, too," The boy with glasses grinned, what was his name? James, that's what it was. Do these people ever just SHUT UP!!?

"Well, looks like we'd better go and get our Hogwarts Robes on…." Peter murmured. I watched them leave, quickly throwing on my robes in their absence, when they returned, the stared at me.

"How'd you do that?" Peter asked.

"Do what?" I murmured.

"You changed! We were only three minutes and-"

"You counted?" James and Sirius sighed in an irritated way.

Peter Blushed.

Sirius turned to me.

"So, Bryans-"

"Cynthia." I growled.

"Right, sorry. So, Cynthia, you're a transfer student, right?"

"Yeah, what's it to you?" My irritation was taking over, slowly, yet making progress.

Sirius blinked, and then laughed. "What do you mean by that?"

"If you don't know, I won't tell you." I smirked.

Sirius was quiet, realizing I was very serious. Ha- Sirius, serious………

"You wouldn't believe me- nor would I want to put you into that experience, none of you..." I murmured, lost in thought.

Sirius looked as though he'd been slapped across the face. "What are you talking about?"

"You haven't got a right to know."

"Wha-? How if that fair?" Sirius yelped helplessly. James put his hand on his friend's shoulder.

"Mate, stop." James sighed, looking at me helplessly. "Sorry- he's an annoyance sometimes…. He… he…" James had trailed off, looking – well, more like drooling- at a long red haired girl who walked by the compartment.

I rolled my eyes, staring back out the window. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Remus whisper something to his friends. They nodded; shooting a curious glance at me before slipping into the compartment the red-head was in. I heard arguing from inside before Remus sat across from me, closing the compartment door. He smiled politely when I looked at him cautiously.

"I've had a rough childhood, too, you know." He whispered. He was just so… weak- looking. Like, poking him would break something.

I stayed silent.

"You can tell me about yours."

Silence.

"I'll tell you about my childhood, as well, if you'd feel more comfortable."

I was getting angry. I didn't know why, but I wanted to spill, see the look of shock on his pitiful little face.

"You can trust me."

That ticked me off. I cracked- my jaw fell slack and words spilled out.

"Trust You!" I barked angry laughter. He jumped. "Now that's a good one! Trust you! Ha! You just think I can! I can't and I am oh so sorry. Ha- not really. God, look at this. Now you've done it! You got me started!"

Remus blinked, wide eyed.

"Don't you dare say I can trust you!" I shrieked. I caught a glimpse of Hogwarts out of the corner of my eye. I grabbed my stuff, and glared at the boy. His eyes widened. We sat in silence, the other three didn't come back, but I heard the arguing continue, and that was the only thing keeping me from screaming at Remus.

The silent girl he had just met was gone gone gone! Now that he met Ms. Be-Mean-To-Anyone-In-Spitting-Distance Max, he wouldn't forget me anytime soon.

Was that a good thing, or a bad thing?