A shy quiet little girl glanced around the station, nervous but knowing. Sounds of conversation drifted through her ears, friends chattering eagerly after months of waiting to come back to Hogwarts, families excited to begin a new journey on a new path that months ago seemed unimaginable, people warmly greeting each other before school began. They were all strangers to her but even so she knew something about most of them: they were unique.
These students are the children of pure-blood families whose ancestry was so ancient it was an honor to be a thrice removed cousin. These students are the families of anxious Muggleborns, ready to prove themselves in a new world. These students are the future stars of the British Wizarding world. The people she'd get to know in the next seven years would be special names to be remembered.
But Mandy wasn't special.
Mandy was normal.
Mandy Brocklehurst was a name no one would remember, a face that would slip through everyone's memories. Someone who may have friends, but won't be remembered generations later. She knew the names of Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter, Cornelius Fudge, Minerva McGonagall, Lord Voldemort etc. And she knew she'd remember them as would the rest of the Wizarding World.
No one would even think of hers.
AN: I don't own Harry Potter. But I decided to go for a different angle with this drabble. The main fanfiction written in this fandom tends to be about the big stars of the series or OCs that become the big stars. So who remembers the normal people that barely get mentioned? Who remembers the people who don't seem special in a unique environment? I feel they need a little mentioning once in a while.