The stench of bird litter, rat urine, frog spew, scattered the air as Harry Potter entered the Hogwarts Express, returning for his 7th year. The smell never bothered him the least and made his way through the crowded train. As usual, he made his way through the crowded group of people, who were all excited for the new year, to the back of the train. Opening a compartment, he saw a group of chitter-chattering girls and ran as quickly as possible because a new girl, who he deplored so much, sat amongst them, with the name of Emma. Harry hated this girl so much, even though he barely new her, except for the quick incident where they met once. Emma was walking through Diagon Alley and purposely bumped into Harry. With the kind of temper Harry had, he immediately hated her for that reason and seeing her now made his blood boil. (Maybe there's another reason to why Harry deplores her so much)
Rapidly running uncontrollably, he bumped into a tall, red-headed punk named Ronald Weasley, one of his best friends, and a curly, buck-toothed girl named Hermione Granger.
"Oh, soreh," he said, without noticing who he bumped into because he was fiddling with his scarred, broken glasses.
"Reparo," chanted the ever-too-smarty-ass Hermy-ninny.
"Oh, sup dudes. Soreh, but I just found out who was at the other compartment next to ours, and man, it was a scary sight."
"Who was it?" questioned Ron, with his dumb-looking expression implanted on his now longer face.
Harry looked into Ron's eyes, wondering if he should tell him. He decided not to and told a friggin lie. "Umm, never mind about it guys. It was nothing. So....how ya guys been over the summer? I see you guys haven't changed much, except you both are practically taller than me. You too, Hermione. Damn it, why do I have to be the shortest?"
The trio continued to conversate for hours until the compartment door opened. In came the snotty, stuffin, bladdered, Emma, with her cronies behind her. Harry's happy expression turned to a malicious and frightening to the core frown. "Get the bloody hell out of here!"
"Now is that how you treat your imperior?" spat Emma. "I believe if you don't calm that bloody temper of yours, your little friends here will know about--"
"SHUT UP! Just shut up! Never mind, will you please just leave?"
"I'll keep my eye on you, Potter," Emma answered, enunciating every, stuffin word as she made a peace sign and brought it up to her eyes. "So watch it."