35 minutes later…
"…and then the chaser caught the ball and threw it to Blakely, which was stupid cause he's got butterfingers, and he dropped it. So the other team got it. Made a goal and that put there team in the ledge. Luckily, we have an amazing seeker and he got it first. Making us the WINNERS, once again!" Jeff exclaimed finishing his hour long, non stop rant about Quidditch.
I had tuned him out the whole time. Not trying to be rude, but I was to busy daydreaming instead. Jeff was a beater on the Gryffindor quidditch team. He loved to talk about it too. Just go on and on, and I was pretty sure I'd already heard this story anyway.
"Jeff, do you love it there?" I asked quietly.
"Is that what you'd been thinking this whole time?" he said accursedly.
I nodded slowly.
"Do you hate it that much there?" he countered
"Sometimes…" I muttered. "I wish daddy would let me transfer…"
Jeff was silent for a minute.
"This year promise me you'll try to be friends with at least one person?"
I didn't even bother to remind him that it's the other way around. They dislike me.
"Maybe Jeff."
"Kings Cross!" Clair said.
Jeff jumped out of the car and grabbed his trunk.
"I HAVE ARRIVED!" he shouted capturing the attention of about half of the Hogwarts student boarding the train.
"Hey! Finally dude, I worried." Marcus, Jeff's equally loud, best friend, yelled.
I stood to the side as Jeff and Marcus talked about there summers.
The people all looked so happy. For the most part anyway. Parents were crying about leaving there children, the littler students looked crossed between nervous, anxious, curious, happy and sad. Groups of friends were scattered everywhere. Girls squealing and embracing and boys knocking knuckles and slapping backs.
All this was such a different atmosphere than we had at Salem's. Nothing like this. Mostly because our school has a welcome back party two days before you actually have to go back. So it's not like they haven't seen there friends for months. Of course I've never been to one before, but since I do go to the school they have to invite me. I wish they wouldn't because whenever my father and Clair see the invitations they try to get me to go. Since I would really rather not go I have to make up an excuse and lie.
This year told Clair I had 'really bad cramps'. So she left me alone for the rest of the night. Jeff didn't though.
"Hey Jell-O!"
Before I turned around I already knew who it was. The only person in the world who calls me Jell-O.
"Hey Popsicle." I said as I got pulled into a hug.
"Andrew let her go. She's turning blue already." Jeff said.
In reality I was not turning blue. I was-in fact- turning red from embarrassment.
Andrew or Popsicle let go and rolled his eyes.
"LOOK ITS ANNABELL!" yelled Marcus as he sprinted towards a pretty little blonde girl.
"Who's Annabel?" I asked. Jeff shrugged and looked at Andrew who shrugged.
For those who were wondering why Andrew calls me Jell-O, it's because one day over summer-like two years ago- he told me I should get a nickname. So he started calling me Gel. He would really walk around saying 'have you seen Gel?' And then somehow over the years gel got to old 'and everyone used spray now anyway.' And he started to call me Jell-O instead for some stupid reason. I think it was 'because Jell-O never gets old. Just wrinkly'.
I just call him Popsicle because his grandfather invented them. He's 5'11, probably. With chocolate colored short hair and green eyes. At his school he is in Ravenclaw, and he is three months younger than me. And he's also a half-blood like Marcus.
Marcus, on the other hand, is like a pimple. A P .M. S. ing pimple. That keeps on appearing all over. You just can't get rid of it no matter how hard you try. No, I don't hate him. He's just very annoying. Like Jeff on a bad day. He's moody, and weird and sloppy…but he is one of the funniest guys around. He just crosses the line a little too much. Fun to be around too, only not when he is in a mood. Ergo, the P. M. S. ing pimple.
"Hurry and get on the train son" Clair told Jeff.
"You can just get back to me on that!" Marcus shouted shoulder to who I assume Annabel.
"Who is she?" Andrew asked for all of us.
"I do not know" Marcus said acting as though he was heartbroken.
"Who is Annabel?" Andrew clarified for him
"Who?" Marcus said scrunching his eyebrows.
"A-n-n-a-b-e-l-l"
Marcus looked confused.
"What is her last name?"
"I don't know!"
"Then how should I know who you're talking about?"
This is how it always goes.
Marcus and Andrew are best friends but, but they fight like cats and dogs. Andrew is the sensible and smart one, and Marcus is the unreasonable and reckless one.
"He has a point…" Jeff said stroking his chin.
"He was just talking to her!" Andrew shouted getting annoyed at his friend's antics.
Marcus looked blankly at him.
"Who?" he said trying to get Andrew to explode.
"You're an idiot." Andrew declared.
"No, no, no! He is an idiot." He said pointing to Jeff, who bowed. "And I am a moron."
"And you are one leap from crazy." Jeff informed him.
Andrew opened his mouth to reply but daddy cut him off.
"Finish that on the train please." He said checking his watch.
"Wait did you mean the Annabel I just saw on the train?" Marcus said to Andrew.
Andrew looked irritated.
"Im not doing this again"
"Blonde?"
"Shut up"
"Short?"
"I don't care anymore"
"Oh yeah her name is Annabel!"
"Thankyou Marcus." He sighed glaring at his friend.
"Annabel Cross." Jeff added
"Did you know I just saw her on the train?" Marcus said
Andrew stared at them and then turned to me and my parents. "Goodbye, Anthony, bye Clair. See ya' Jell-O!" he winked and got on the train.
"Bye Clair and Anthony. See you in my dreams Angel."
"See you Marcus."
"I love you." He mouthed stepping on the train and pointing to me.
"Don't worry I'll kill him one day." Jeff assured me.
"Get on that train" Clair said.
"ALAS, my beloved family members, it is that time of the year again! Oh yes…Its time we must part! Go on our own, separate ways-"
"You're going to miss the train." Dad worsened him
"BUT NEVER FEAR! I WILL RETURN! I SHALL RETURN TO YOU ALL! SPARE YOU FROM THE DARK TIMES YOU ARE ABOUT TO FACE….alone!"
"People are staring, come on-"I tried to tell him. Trying not to cry from laughing.
"NO THIS FAMILY WILL NEVER BE BROKEN. I WOULD DIE BEFOREB THAT! AND I SHALL IFEVER THE NEED! DO NOT MOURN THIS TIME APART BUT EMBRACE THE FUTUREAND ALL IT HAS TO OFFER!" he finished his speech and hugged me tight. "I will miss you all"
"We'll miss you to"
"I MUST GO!" he said taking his trunk and running to the train. "PEACE AND LOVE" he shouted from the entrance for the train and gave us the peace sign and, before giving me a genuine smile, he disappeared.
I laughed bitterly because I already missed him.
"Dramatic that one is" a voice said behind me.
"I turned around and saw two boys around my age. Both incredibly handsome. One wore glasses, slightly lopsided, and super messy hair. The other, who had spoken, had long elegant looking black hair and strikingly gorgeous silver eyes.
"Hello" they both said before racing to the train.
I sighed, and as I'd been all day, wished I was running onto that train with everyone else.