I stepped into the train, sighing inwardly. This is so uncomfortable... I wrapped my left arm around my waist (my right was lugging my suitcase) and hunched down, dodging the other students as I made my way down the hall, looking for an empty compartment where I could sit in silence and peace and not feel pressured to do anything. Finally, after ten minutes of looking and dragging my suitcase everywhere, I entered an empty compartment at the very back and plopped down on the tattered, plush, red seat and rested.

What am I going to do? Everyone in my grade is two years older than I am. They're stronger, mentally and physically. I'm going to be pounded into oblivion, and it's going to be even worse than it was. If I'm bullied, then I know I'm going to end up cutting again. I won't be able to grab onto the edge of oblivion. And if it continues, then I'll probably commit suicide. I don't think I want that. What do I do? If they don't like me, then I'm going to die. I know it. I don't want this to happen. I NEED HELP! Ohpleasepleasepleasepleasepl easeplease...

I was beginning to hyperventilate and tears prickled in my eyes. The door slid open and I forced the tears back down and turned to see who it was. A tall girl with red hair and emerald green eyes stood staring at me. She looked older than I was. Great. She was probably going to make fun of me.

"Are you okay?" she asked, sitting down next to me.

"Yeah," I whispered, shifting away from her. Damn it. My nose was running. Would I be able to sniffle without being heard? No, she was too close. She was too close. She was too-

I couldn't do this. Thankfully, the train wasn't moving, yet. I could take an online class, or something, instead. I wouldn't be able to survive Hogwarts. I stood abruptly and grabbed my trunk, which was standing right where I left it.

"I'm going to...go." I whipped around and headed out the door. Crap. The train started moving. I couldn't do this, I couldn't do this, I couldn't do this, I couldn't do this...

Would I be able to jump out the window? I was able to fly, so I wouldn't die.

The girl from before grabbed my arm and dragged me back into the confining room before pushing me onto the seat.

"Oh, no, you don't." She sat across from me, this time. "What's wrong?" I looked away, the tears prickling my eyes, again.

"I just transferred here, okay? I'm just worried, that's all."

"Oh. What year are you going into?"

"Sixth."

"That's my year! Cool!" I didn't reply. She would leave me once she found out that I had problems. No reason in getting attached. "So...you're from America, aren't you?"

I nodded.

"That's cool." There was silence, again. "You don't have to be worried. You have me and my friends. I'm sure they'll like you." Man, she was really stubborn. But in the good way. I liked that.

No. There was no use in getting attached to other people.

But what if I told her my problem?

No. Definitely not. What was wrong with me? If I told her, she'd just leave and tell everyone else, turning them against me and making it exactly like my old school.

Maybe that was the reason why I would tell her. So I can sort out who cared and who didn't.

Nah. Better safe than sorry.

"Thanks," I whispered quietly, meeting her gaze and then looking back at my window. There were so many stains. I buffed it with the sleeve of my long-sleeved black shirt. It was a little cleaner, but not by much.

The door banged open for the second time. I lowered my head a little, hoping that she wouldn't introduce me and that I could be shipped off to Hogwarts peacefully and quietly. But it didn't happen.

"Lily, why are you back here? We've been looking forever for you," said a cheerful voice.

"This was the compartment with the least amount of people in it. Guys, this is- actually, I don't think we exchanged names. What's your name?"

"Angelica Kare," I said quietly.

"I'm sorry?" Lily asked again.

"Angelica Kare," I said, a little louder, now.

"That's a pretty name." I blushed a bright red and stared harder at the floor.

"Thanks. I like yours, too."

"My last name's Evans, by the way. This is-" I looked up at the other three people in the compartment "-Alice Heart, this is Marlene McKinnon, and this is Audrey Nova. Guys, she'll be in our grade."

"Hi."

Alice had a kind, round-shaped face framed by light blond hair. Her bright eyes were set perfectly in the middle. Her stature was medium height and average weight. Everything about her was light and cheery.

Marlene McKinnon was the exact opposite. She was all dark, but not in the evil way. Her black hair fell to her shoulder blades and perfectly complimented her cool, dark skin tone. She was tall and curvy, but not overly so. Her dark green eyes were comforting to look at. She was calm and collected.

Audrey Nova had a tan and her freckles that sprinkled across her nose and cheeks were only slightly darker than it. She was medium height, as well, but she was skinny. Her dark blue eyes, framed by brown glasses, seemed to pick up every detail, but they were partially covered by the straight brown bangs. She seemed studious and clever, but also very sure of herself.

"Hi," the chorused before sitting down. Alice immediately sat next to me and beamed a smile. I tentatively gave a small one back. Audrey and Marlene only took a fraction of a second longer to decide. They sat next to Lily. They seemed to know that I didn't want to be crowded. They understood. That was good.

"So, did you transfer here?" Alice asked brightly. I nodded. "Where from?"

"It's a small school in the Midwest called Silver Grimm School of Witchcraft and Wizardry."

"How small is it?" Audrey asked. "Is it smaller than Hogwarts?"

"Yes. Hogwarts is about twice the size."

"Why is it called Silver Grimm?" Audrey questioned. "Was it founded by one of the Grimm brothers' relatives. I nodded.

"The younger's daughter."

"That's cool." I nodded again. Just then, the door opened for the third time. I shrunk and hid in the corner formed by the wall to m left and my seat.
Lily sighed, "Go away, Potter." The boy who I presumed was Potter laughed confidently and plopped down beside Lily.

"Now, why would I leave my love? Wait... who's that?" I assumed that he was talking about me.

"That's Angelica Kare," Lily replied, and then added in a much lower voice that I wasn't supposed to hear, "She's shy, so watch it." Just then, a wild smell drifted up my nose. I restrained myself against attacking whatever it was and tried to figure out the source. it smelled like an animal. it was... a werewolf.

"Hi," the boys chorused.

"Hi," I replied in a hushed voice. There were four boys, including Potter. One had an arrogant tone, one had a scratchy voice, and the other sounded whiny.

There was a moment of quiet. "Why didn't she say 'Hi' back?" Potter asked 'silently'.

"She did," said the scratchy boy. I was guessing that he was the the werewolf boy. He probably recognized that I wasn't human before I even knew he was here. Thank goodness he didn't rip me to shreds. I wouldn't have been prepared to defend myself.

"Scoot over," ordered the arrogant boy in Alice's direction. She gave a little huff, but shuffled over, anyway. After the squeaky boy hurriedly settled next to Potter, there was only one spot left: directly to my right. The werewolf boy sighed and sat gingerly beside me, taking extra care in making sure that we didn't touch. We didn't talk, even though everyone else was.

I wondered if they knew that he was a werewolf. If they did, then they accepted him. If they accepted him, then they might accept me! No, no. I shouldn't get too ahead of myself.

Would I be able to ask him? No, I couldn't. At least, not in the compartment. If they didn't know, then they would hear and jump to the wrong conclusions.

What did a werewolf even look like? In human form, I meant. Did they have wolfish qualities? I snuck a glance over at him. Well, it was supposed to be a glance. It ended up being a full, blown-out staring contest.

I was caught in his amber depths. They were so warm and comforting! I wanted to snuggle inside there forever. When you swam deep enough inside the amber, little gold flecks passed by. The golden pieces were the wealth of mind and the amber was happiness.

I blinked and tore my gaze away. What if he didn't feel the same way? What if all he felt was coldness and despair?

Or, worst of all, what if he didn't feel anything? What if he just thought that I was a creep-o? That I was weird and crazy and should be sent of to a mental hospital?

It was then that I realized no one was talking, anymore. Oh, great. What if i made a fool out of myself in front of them?

"What was that?" Potter asked incredibly. I tried to shrink further into the corner, but it didn't work. I had already been pushed back far enough, and I couldn't go any more.

"Wh-what?" AmberWolf stuttered. I decided to call him that. It fit him perfectly.

Great. Now I'm sappy.

"Those sparks!" Alice said excitedly. Wait, sparks? Getting lost in each other's eyes? I didn't need this...

"I know what that means!" Audrey said excitedly. No, she couldn't tell. "It means that-" I lifted my head up and gave a quick jerk "-that...I... can't remember. Sorry, guys. it's on the tip of my tongue." I gave her a small, grateful smile. Audrey mouthed 'later'. I nodded and looked down again.

The candy lady rescued me. She cracked open the door with her feeble hands and asked in a wavering voice, "Anything from the trolley, dears?" Potter and Arrogant both shot up and exited, following the candy like little puppies with their tongues dragging on the ground. After a few minutes, they returned and dumped bucket loads of sweets on the ground for everyone to share. AmberWolf immediately bent down and gathered up all the chocolate he could find.

"Want any?" he asked quietly, as soon as he righted himself. I was shocked and touched that he had asked me. But, no. I was on a strict diet. No sweets for me.

"No, thank you." He shrugged and then popped a chocolate frog into his mouth. When he looked at me, I wasn't immediately lost in his eyes like I was the first time. I could be, though. They were so easy to be relaxed in.

"More for me, then." A huge grin threatened to appear, but I managed to confine it into a small grin. Then I blushed and hid my face.

"Why do you hide your face? You're pretty when you smile." My blush turned an even deeper read and I attempted to cover it up.

Wait, did he mean that I wasn't pretty when I didn't smile? I ignored that thought.

"Thanks," I said, my voice muffled through my hands, which were over my face. I made a split second decision and asked so quietly that no human could ever hear, "Do your friends know that you're a werewolf?" He tensed, but forced himself to relax. Then, he took a deep breath and ate another chocolate.

"Only James, Sirius, and Peter do. I have a suspicion that Alice, Audrey, Marlene, and Lily know, though. If they don't now, then they'll figure it out soon," he answered in an equally quiet voice. His mouth barely moved.

"Oh, okay. Thanks."

"You're welcome. What about you? I know that you're not a full human." He made eye contact with me.

I took a deep breath. This was it. There was no going back. I was going to tell a complete stranger about my 'problem'. "I'm a fourth angel, a fourth witch, and half Elemental." His eyes widened and he mindlessly ate another chocolate without even checking what it was. Was he disgusted? Please don't be disgusted...

"That's so awesome..."

"I beamed, but hastened to cover it up again. "Thanks."

"I was wondering what you were. I couldn't tell by your scent, because I'd never smelled anything like you before."

"I'm surprised that you could restrain yourself." AmberWolf burst out in guffaws. "I mean- I mean because angels and werewolves are normally enemies. Not- not like that!" I was still talking as quietly as I could. I blushed darker than I ever had and slouched back into my corner, which I had begun to rise out of.

"It's okay," he consoled after he composed himself. "Just caught off guard. By the way, what were those sparks?" I blushed even more than I had before.

"N- nothing."

"I can tell that you're lying," he said with an eyebrow raised. "What was it?"

"I hid my face in my hands again and tried to avoid looking at him. He wouldn't have it. He gently lowered my arms so they were by my side and looked at me head on. "What. Does. It. Mean?"

There would be no getting out of this. If I had to talk about it, I didn't want to talk about it at two different times. It would be easier to just talk to Audrey and AmberWolf at once. What could I do?

Oh! Stop time, of course. One of the Light spells was to stop time for a selected number of people. I didn't know why it was a Light spell; it could have easily been Dark. Anyways, I closed my eyes and started muttering words.

"Tima slaw paenne stoppian." In the middle of the spell, AmberWolf had realized what i was doing and tried to stop me. Then, everything slowed down. The train went slower and everyone else talked slower, except for me, Audrey, and AmberWolf.

"What did you do?" AmberWolf whispered furiously. I turned my eyes to him guiltily. He hated me. I had done something wrong.

"I'm sorry..." Then everything stopped.

"What did you do?" Audrey asked, echoing AmberWolf's words from earlier and looking around the compartment in fascination.

"He wanted me to tell him what the sparks were." Was she going to hate me, too? Would they both be made at me and reject me forever and then turn everyone else against me?

"Oh! They mean- sorry. Can I tell him?" I nodded, glad that she was okay with the spell, and she started rambling enthusiastically. "The sparks are a result of the eye contact that you two held. You both have something reeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaally special! You two are soul mates!" His eyes grew as big as dinner plates.

"...what?"

"It means that we're destined to be together." Was he going to get mad at me? Was he going to hit me? Even well-mannered people lost their temper sometimes. He stared at me. I flinched away into the corner some more.

He didn't hurt me, though. He was just speechless.

"...how?" he finally manager to get out.

"Well, since it originates in animals, it probably has something to do with you being a werewolf and Angelica being part angel." Our mouths both dropped. How did she know? As if she read my mind, she explained, "I'm a vampire. I could hear and smell you." The left corner of her mouth pulled up.
That made sense. You could only smell vampires if they fed on human blood because the scent would be coming off in strong waves. Audrey had to be a 'vegetarian' vampire. She could still eat the blood she needed from rare meat, and that meant that she smelled like a rare-meat-lovin' human.

"The world is full of surprises," AmberWolf said breathlessly.

"Well, anyways, you two need to figure out what you're going to do about the soul mate thing-y." I looked over at him. He ran a hand through his light brown hair agitatedly.

"Do we have to get married, or something? I'm only sixteen!" I sent a blast of calming magic and he relaxed a bit.

"I don't know. Audrey?"

"No, but you eventually will. By the time you both come of age at seventeen, you'll have to be at least engaged."

"So we only have a year."

"No," I said, shaking my head. "Three. I skipped two grades since American school start sooner than European ones do." His eyes almost popped out of his head.

"What?! You're only fourteen?!" I nodded and sent another blast. This time, it was blocked. AmberWolf had figured out what I was doing. He didn't like it. "Please don't try to control me." I flinched and shrunk further into the corner, a little more scared than I had been. He didn't notice. Audrey did.

"Remus, stop." So his name was Remus. I liked that name. It was the name of one of the twins that founded Rome. They were both mothered by a wolf. That was ironic.

He did stop. AmberWolf shook his head and sighed.

"Sorry. I got a little carried away."

"It's okay," I replied quietly. I was very sure that he hated me, now. He was only apologizing because of Audrey. Even though he was nice, he hated me. I was such a useless burden.

"So, anyways," Audrey continued. "There're a few stages of the bonding process." I hadn't heard about that part. "The first is talking. You'll need to talk with each other at least an hour a day without distractions; otherwise you'll get a burning sensation."

"Where?" I curiously asked. She blushed. My eyes widened. Oh.

"The second stage is the romantic stage." She said 'romantic' in a weird way while waggling her eyebrows. Oh, great. I'd never had a boyfriend before. I was absolute crap at piecing words together to form comprehensible sentences. It was really hard for me to get close to someone (it took at least a couple of years to feel fully comfortable with them). So you see why I wasn't meant for romance?

"What-" AmberWolf started before clearing his throat, "-what happens in that stage?"

"Well, you have to get at least to second base." What?! That was going to be bloody awkward. I hope we'd be comfortable with each other before he started putting his hands all over my body. "And you have to take her out on exactly thirteen dates. And they have to be romantic ones!" she squealed. She was getting more out of this than we were by a long shot.

I sighed and asked, "What's the third stage?" I knew that I was going to regret it, and I wasn't disappointed. She lost her enthusiasm and seemed to be extremely nervous. Wow; she could change moods faster than lightning.

"It's called the...the..." Her eyes flickered around, seemingly looking for a way out of telling us.

"What?" AmberWolf and I asked at the same time. She closed her eyes and winced, preparing for the outburst.

"Erotic stage." My head hit the back of the seat in shock and all the air in my lungs escaped with a 'whoosh'. I had to have sex with him? I had just met him today!

He seemed to be as aghast as I was.

"It's okay, though! It doesn't have to happen right away! You have those other two stages before that one!"

"How long do those other stages last?" I asked cautiously and quietly.

"About two months for the first and four months for the second." Tears appeared in my eyes again. Man, was I a crybaby today? I had to have sex with him in six months from now. That was a half a year away. A year was a short amount of time. A year was how long fifth grade was. At that time, the days just seemed to fly by. And, imagine half of that! I wasn't going to be a virgin in April. My parents would be so mad when I came back home without my V card. I was only fourteen. When I lost my virginity, I was going to be fifteen. I had wanted to wait until i was ready and found the right guy. And, after that, only after I was at least sixteen!

The tears escaped again. They slid down my cheeks and fell into my lap. AmberWolf and Audrey both turned to look at me, but I stared out the window and tried to hide the saltwater from them. It wasn't hidden well enough. Amber Wolf placed a comforting hand on my shoulder. He didn't know what I was going through. Although, he was the closest match. I leaned onto him and started sobbing.

Why did this have to happen to me! I was being forced to grow up before my time. People would call me a slut or easy. I didn't want to go through this. If I had to end up with him, I'd rather have just met him somewhere and started dating him. I didn't want the pressure or the stages pushing us together.

The compartment started to waver.

"The spell's breaking," I said quietly, sitting up straight and wiping the tears away and using a bit of my air magic to dry his sleeve. Pretend like nothing has happened. And, thanks," I added, looking meaningfully at Audrey and AmberWolf. He gave a sad smile.

Then the spell broke completely. Everyone else started chatting as if nothing had happened. I focused on the passing scenery again. He was quiet.
I felt something warm settle on my hand. I glanced down. His big pale was covered my hand. I turned mine around and squeezed his fingers. When he looked up questionably, I had already switched my gaze outside.

The train slowed again, but this time, it wasn't the effect of a spell. Crap. I wasn't dressed in my uniform, yet. I slipped my willow wand from the wrist holster that I had made in seventh grade at Silver Grimm's and waved it, changing my plain, long-sleeved, black shirt and dark skinny jeans into the school uniform. Thankfully, I was left-handed, so I didn't have to let go of AmberWolf.

AmberWolf saw what I did and copied me. Then he noticed the Gryffindor emblem.

"You already got Sorted?"

"Yup." When the hat shouted, 'GRYFFINDOR'. I was so confused. As I said before, I had no temper. I also didn't have any confidence or courageousness inside of me. I was expecting Slytherin or Ravenclaw . Maybe Hufflepuff. Definitely not Gryffindor.

Everyone filed out of the compartment. Our hands slowly let go of each other.

A/N Remus does seem a little OOC, but please keep in mind that this chapter is from Angel's perspective and she can't think clearly. That's how I used to think, but I have a good self esteem, now, so it's okay.

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