She found an empty compartment, and a seat near the window, where she set down her carpet-bag and sat down, her head pressed against the window.
The train blew the final whistle then slowly pulled out of the station, gaining speed. She could see parents and siblings not old enough to go yet waving to their children, brothers or sisters.
She sadly looked down at the small amethyst pendant hanging from her neck, the light reflecting off of its crystalline purple surface sent a smile flickering across her features. Her small hand enclosed the jewel, sending a wave of comfort throughout her mind.
The door suddenly slammed open, and two red-headed boys came in, quite loudly, then sat down in the seat in front of her.
"I say, Fred, we almost missed the train!" One of them said.
"Yes, just our luck we found this empty compartment." The other one said, grinning.
"So, what's your name?" One of them said, turning around to face her.
A shock went through her body and a shiver through her spine, as well as a warm wave of pleasure. Someone actually tried to talk to her, and at the same time, she was frightened to death.
"Willow Neeson." She said, plainly, and turning back to the window.
"I'm Fred," Said the boy on the right, she noticed he was slightly taller than the other one.
"And I am George." The other one said.
After a moment of awkward silence, George spoke up again.
"What house are you in?" He said, proudly showing his Gryffindor colors scarf.
"Slytherin," I said quietly.
"Okay, I was not expecting that," George said, shocked.
"What he means is that he can't believe such a nice person like you can be in Slytherin," Fred said, smiling apologetically.
She nodded. "It's fine," Truth was, she always got mistaken for a Hufflepuff or a Ravenclaw, mostly because of her quiet nature, or her somewhat odd tastes in clothing. her mum always said that she got it from her papa's side.
"And what's with the, ah, hair?" George said, "Not to mention the clothes?"
"Well, I don't see how bright red hair is any different than my white hair," She said, smirking.
"She's got a point, George." Fred said, examining a lock of his own hair.
They turned and conversed with each other, and I slowly turned my head back to the scenery, and closed my eyes, and quickly fell asleep, lulled by the soft clacks of the train on the tracks.