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"Harry Potter?" I managed to stammer out.
He smiled and said, "Being famous does have its perks, I don't have to introduce myself. This is Ron Weasley, and you are?"
"Nemeen Cahill, I'm an exchange student from Australia, technically I'm a 7th year but normally I'd be in yr12." I replied after picking my jaw up from the ground.
"You're an Aussie!" exclaimed Ron.
I looked at him with an eyebrow raised. "Yes and as I've already pointed out to Hermione, you are all Poms! Going to a school full of Poms was better than one full of Kiwis, plus, we beat you in cricket."
Both boys looked taken aback and Ron looked confused. "Cricket is a muggle sport, eleven per team and its one of my favourite sports. The Kiwi is the national bird of New Zealand and therefore they are nicknamed Kiwis. Don't worry, I'm here because I'd prefer to be on the other side of the world than close to home. I haven't a preference over kiwis or Poms," I explained probably starting to ramble. "All right if intros have been settled, I think I could use some 'Sweet Transvestite', Its a song," I had to explain yet again at Ron's look of horror. I replaced the earplugs in my ears and sat again.
The three sat down, Hermione next to me but not too close, don't want to get too close to the freak...
They started talking, assuming I couldn't hear them and when I hear Quidditch mentioned I had to put in my two cents, "Australia is the under dog but with the defeat of America, we look ready to take on England." I took out my earpieces and turned off my mp3 player; it was getting staticy anyway.
"Australia couldn't beat England if the England team were all stupefied," Harry stated, laughing at my supposed folly.
"You haven't seen them play recently have you? They have a new secret weapon! Their new beater was a softball player, I had to play against her once when she was younger, ball hit me in the head and I was out cold for two days and that ball wasn't even bewitched," I replied indignantly.
"What's softball? If the ball is so soft then how did it knock you out cold?" Ron asked, yet again confused.
"Its another muggle game and the ball is not soft, I hated that game!" Hermione told Ron. "You must be muggle born to know so many muggle sports. Also did you know it's rude to call people by their first names unless they tell you that you may use it?" Hermione then said to me.
My eyes widened with horror, "Yeah I'm muggle born but back in Oz everyone calls you by your first name. I'm so sorry!"
"Its ok, Hermione was just pointing it out for future reference. She comes off a bit snobbish sometimes," Harry said to me reassuringly. "Its ok if you call us by our first names."
Hermione stood and stated, "I have to go to a meeting for Head boy and girl and prefects." She then turned to me, " you should change into your robes soon," and she marched out.
I turned to Harry and Ron, "is she always this bossy?"
"Yep." "Pretty much." were the replies. I shrugged and pulled out clothes from a shoulder bag on the seat next to me. I pulled out my soccer ball and softball glove before I could get to my robe.
"Who's the new kid with all the muggle junk?" asked a sneering voice from the door. I turned my head to see a very beautiful blonde guy standing leaning against the doorframe. I unfocused my eyes and saw a potentially good aura with a lot of muddy dark patches.
"Hey earth to freak! God you must be retarded or something!" the guy spat at me.
"Piss off, Malfoy!" Harry snarled.
"Its ok Potter, I'm leaving," he smirked at Harry before turning to me, "you haven't seen the last of me, freak." Then he left.
The rest of the train ride was relatively uneventful.
