A/N Sorry the chapters are all really short they're way longer on paper :/

George arrived back in the the compartment a few seconds later just as we came to a stop. I gathered my things back into my bag before following the twins off of the train.

Making our way towards one of the many carriages waiting to bring us up to the castle I stopped to look at one of the horses pulling it before climbing through the small door and taking the seat next to Fred. A boy with black skin and dreadlocks entered the carriage and sat beside George, he introduced himself as Lee Jordan, a Gryffindore boy in the same year as the twins and I. He seemed nice enough but his overexcitedness made me a little uncomfortable around him.

The strange horse trotted slowly up the hill towards the castle while the three boys told me stories of the giant squid who lived in the lake with the merpeople and of the ghosts who haunted each house and, when there was nothing left to say we spoke of France, of my home, with its little melancholic forest background and its lonely country roads. we even spoke of where we left my mother, buried in a tiny cemetery under a large oak tree in the middle of no where. We spent the rest of the trip talking about beaux batons.
''Apparently it's only veela there, is that true? Are you one of them?' Lee would ask hopefully. ' no, and that isn't even true there aren't any real veela there.. maybe a couple of girls related to them but not many' I would reply slowly, a little sick of his high expectations of the small, uninteresting school.