The only sound in the train compartment was that of a snoring little puddle of fur. Whiskers rhythmically flexed his paws in his sleep (once again digging into my leg). Not wanting to wake him I sat there and endured the pain.
Looking out the window I saw my reflection superimposed onto the landscape. The train was running parallel to a winding dirt path. I craned my neck to see what was coming at the end of the path but all I could see was myself in the window. I had to stop being so melancholy.
How long had they been gone? I began to wonder again. I wasn't afraid that Harry and Ron wouldn't come back, their luggage was here and they weren't going very far without that. I was afraid that I was going to sit here the whole rest of the trip to Hogwarts without talking to anyone because Harry had said that he would be back in a bit. What was 'a bit' anyway, I kept expecting the door to open but it never did. I was bored, hungry, and sick of sitting down. I wanted to explore a little. Carefully I untangled Whiskers from my skirt. He continued to sleep peacefully while I gently slid open the compartment door. Stepping into the aisle I was startled when something orange ran between my legs.
"CROOKSHANKS! WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING?"
I turned to see a girl stalking in my direction. Cautiously I stepped back into the room, something furry gave way under my foot with a horrible spiting sound. I looked down to see one very large, extremely angry orange cat. His eye narrowed to slits when they met mine.
"Ow! That looked painful!" Whiskers had rolled over on his side and was looking at the orange cat with concern.
"Crookshanks! Are you ok kitty?" The girl knelt down and gathered him into her arms.
"I am so sorry!"
" It wasn't your fault." She looked up at me and set the cat down gently next to whiskers.
"He's alright, just a little shaken. Perhaps you can help me. I'm looking for my friends, Colin said that Harry and Ron were in here." The girl looked at me searchingly from the recesses of her thick brown hair.
"Ummmmmmm... well they were here. They said they would be back in a bit, although that bit was a while ago."
"Mind if I wait here then?"
"No, not at all." She plopped down in the seat furthest from where I was standing "What is your name if you don't mind
me asking?"
"Oh I'm sorry how rude of me. My name is Hermione Granger." She extended her hand and we shook fingertips. "Your
name?"
"Grace Rose, but most people just call me Rose."
"My friends call me Mione for short."
" I like that. I have never met anyone named Hermione."
"Rose is a nice name too."
"I prefer it to my first name. Grace can be kinda hard to live down. Just because my name is Grace people expect me to
be graceful and quite frankly I don't live up to their expectations. Rose is a lot simpler."
"I can see what you mean. It gets hard to be labeled. Sometimes I wish I could fail a test without fear of the world coming
to complete stop."
Hermione sighed and looked out the window, all there was to see was her own reflection.
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Optional reading...
Sorry this took so long. I had 3 AP tests and a whole slew of stuff going on. I don't know if this is better or worse than the first one but it is shorter.... OOOOH I just heard a familiar song..."It's Oh so quiet, shush shush, it's oh so still, sush, sush...." I ran into the living room to find out where it was coming from. My dad was watching a movie. Imagine 7 little girls dancing and singing in black and white polkadots dresses with big red hearts on the chest to Bjork's "It's oh so quiet". Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh It WAS SO DISTURBING yet strangely cool. I love Bjork's music and I always love seeing her work pop up in random places.
Well anyway back to the authors note... I used Mrs Weasley's nick name for Hermione because well... I liked it better than the more common "Hermy"
As always, reviews are nice. So far I haven't done anything to get any flames.... Pity, I still have a whole package of marshmallows to roast. ;p
P.S. I do not own Harry potter characters etc, etc, Whiskers belongs to M.Moorcock and Rose is mine *buwah haha! ALL MINE* (I feel so powerful ) Blargh !!!!! I AM MOLDYVORT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! What the hell is wrong with me?
HEY! THAT WAS A RHETORICAL QUESTION!