The three children were busy walking when Trophe and Cloud comes into a hault. Creistoylle stopped and took a few steps back. "What is it?" She asked.
"It's here, right? This looks like it." Trophe whispered to Cloud. Cloud nodded.
"What's here?" She looked around, trying to spot someone or some spot they were talking about.
Trophe turned to Creistoylle. Creistoylle turned to her with confusion all over her face. "This, Creistoylle, is the Platform 9¾." She opened her palm over to the brick wall that separates platform 9 and 10. Creistoylle's eyebrows furrowed even more. "What-?"
She was cutted off when they heard wheels of trolleys. They turned and saw three other children with trolleys. They smiled at them before the first one goes through the wall. Creistoylle's eyes widened in turned to Trophe with eyes widened. Trophe smiled at her. "That's the way to platform 9¾."
Creistoylle's mouth formed into an amusing 'o'. "Cool." She whispers as the two others goes through the wall. Then Trophe stepped forward. "Now now, it's better to run if you're nervous." Creistoylle pursed her lips and nodded in understandment. "Here I go." Trophe whispered before leaning onto her trolley and ran towards the wall.
Creistoylle bit her lip as she tried not to let her jaw drop to the floor as Trophe goes through the wall. em style="box-sizing: border-box;"That is so cool. Wait, no. Awesome. I can't believe i'm saying these kind of words! This is great magic.
She was snapped out of her thoughts when a trolley bumped her's. She turned to her side and saw Cloud, but he wasn't looking and was tapping a finger at the handle of his trolley. Creistoylle's eyebrows furrowed as she waits for him to go through the wall. "Aren't you going?" She asked, craning her neck to take a glance at his face./div
As he turned to her, she straightened back up. "You go first." He said. "Huh?" She asked confused. "I said you go first." He said.
Why don't you go first?" Creistoylle asked. He let out a huff and turned the other way. "It'll be more safe.."He whispered. "Sorry?" Creistoylle asked as she didn't hear what he said. He turned to her, "I said, go in already!" He exclaimed.
Creistoylle flinched. "Sorry.." She said raising her eyebrows as she went for the wall. She blinked as she just go through the wall and looked around. There were people everywhere and she didn't knew what to do. She just walked a few steps before feeling a familiar presence behind her.
She turned around and saw Cloud. Expectedly, he didn't turned to look at her and went straight somewhere. Creistoylle bit her lip and looked around looked around and she knew she didn't have the choice but to follow him. And she did. She looked around and slowed down her pace as she looked at every room. She looked ahead and she didn't saw Cloud anywhere. Fear was visibly seen in her face.
She picked up her pace as her breathing got faster. She was always so scared when she's alone at a place she doesn't know. Let's just say, she isn't brave. Her breathing tops all the murmuring of other children inside the train and she wrapped her arms around her tightly. Tears started welling up her eyes as she came running around searching for Cloud or Trophe.Where are they? Where's Cloud? Did he really have left me already? How about Trophe? And I thought we were going to be friends.
Just as when a tear rolled down her cheek, someone placed their hands on her shoulders. "Hey," She turned around and looked up. It was a guy. Maybe two years older than her. She sniffed. The guy blinked and wiped the tears away from her cheeks with his thumb. "Hey, it's okay Shh."She sniffed again and rubbed her eyes, calming her breathing.
"I'm sorry, i'm sorry." She apologized and bit her lip as she tried to wipe all the running tears away from her cheeks. As others walk past them, the guy pressed his lips together tightly and said, "Hey, let's go in here." He said as he lead her to an empty seat and grabbed her luggages and placed them with his on the racks.
She hesitated at first, looking at him before deciding to go sit down. He craned his neck to look at her face. She noticed and turned the other way. "Don't be scared. I'm no bad guy." She shifted from her seat, still not turning to him as she stared out the window and bit on her lower lip. What happened? Why are you crying? Don't you have someone with you?" He asked calmly and as soon as her breathing has calmed, she decided to answer him.
"I-I had someone with me. But..I, I lost track of him." She whispered as she looked down at her feet, fiddling with her thumbs. "Him? You mean it was a guy?" He asked. "Boy. A boy." She corrected.
"Oh." He muttered and looked down before turning to her again. "Well, is this boy, by any chance, older than you?" He asked. Her eyebrows furrowed and looked at him. He was surprised to see her eyes. They were grey with a hint of blue. It was exotic.
"Well, I think so. Maybe a year." She muttered. "He must be heartless to let you wander around alone." He said and she just pressed her lips together. "Well, are you a first year?" She bit her lip and took a glance at his face before turning away and nodding. "Now that boy must be really heartless. You don't even know the way around don't you?" She shook her head.
"See? He's such a jerk." That made her smile a bit but she licked her lips and looked down. "Well, I haven't introduced yet, sorry about that." She turned to him which surprises him again. This girl's eyes are beautiful.
"I'm Jonathan. A second year. But 13. Got a bit late." He shrugged and she smiled at the gesture and it surprises him again. He blinked and smiled back. "And you are?"
"I'm Creistoylle." She said. He smiled tightly. "Well, nice to meet you." He held out a hand. But then realized that the girl was shy. He blinked and was about to pull his hand away when she held it. He looked at her. She gave him a lopsided smile that lasted for a second. "Nice meeting you too." He once again blinked and smiled back. She pulled her hand away and he also did. She turns away and looked out the window as the train goes on.
He swallowed the lump on his throat and his gaze fell down on her hands. She was playing with her thumb and he thought she was not comfortable with him. He sighed and shifted on his seat and gave the girl a space. I don't want to scare her away
At the middle of the silence, Creistoylle and Jonathan had fallen asleep. Resulting as Creistoylle with her head leaned onto the window and Jonathan's head laid back, his mouth slightly open. When suddenly, Jonathan bolts right up awake as someone knocked on the door. He blinked and rubbed his eyes a bit before turning to look at the door. The woman waved at him and gestured to the trolley of goods.
As bad as Jonathan wanted some Chocolate Frog and add the wizard in on his collection, he wanted to save galleons(money) so he just waved his hand and shook his head, smiling at the woman. The woman smiled back and pointed at Creistoylle. Your sister is beautiful.
She mouthed before walking away. Jonathan's mouth flew open as he stared at the woman walk away. He shook his head and turned to look at Creistoylle. She was indeed beautiful. Beautiful as the others and she was no difference. But Jonathan had a feeling she was somehow different.
From the looks of her crying eyes earlier-yes, her eyes especially-, something had clicked on his mind to help her. Something pulled him to her and it was very odd. Jonathan had never knew anything about a spell that could bring a person to another person. Unless love potions but particularly it was not a spell and Jonathan recalled he had not drank anything but water from his bottle since morning.
He craned his neck as he observed her face. She got adorable eyes and thick lashes. He remembered how it looked when she was not crying and let us just say, it was hypnotic. When her eyes look at you even by a mere second, it would get you starstruck or frozen in your spot. It was that beautiful.
And she got her long blonde hair in a french braid at the head but a fishtail starting from the neck and it laid across her right shoulder. Her lips were heart shaped and pink and it looked so soft. She got beautiful skin also. She was one of the prettiest girls he had ever seen and she has one of the exotic eyes he had ever seen.
Jonathan's eyes widened as her lashes flutter open slowly. He quickly bent his back so he was crouched down on the couch and closed his eyes. He actually regretted his decision since his chin was touching his collarbone and it ached. But he stayed still.
Creistoylle shifted in her seat and craned her neck left and right since it ached a bit for leaning a long time. She blinked a few times to clear her vision.
Once it was crystal, she turned to her left and saw Jonathan. She thought he was asleep but then observed bit her lip. He must be hurting.. She thought as she saw his shifted on her seat and helped him sit straight up, but it took time since he was a bit heavy for her. But Jonathan shifted in his seat when he realized she was helping him up and thanked her in his head that she let him have a chance to shift on his seat.
Creistoylle sighed and sat up straight on her seat. She turned back to Jonathan who has his hack on her. She pressed her lips in a tight smile. "Thank you for saving me back there." She said and Jonathan opened his eyes a bit as he listened.
"Without you, I would've been outside curled up and would look like a beggar." She smiled and bit on her lip gently. Jonathan smiled a bit but quickly wiped it away as soon as he realized he was pretend sleeping. "I owe you one." She said before leaning onto the window. He didn't heard me anyway.. She thought as the train goes on./div
Jonathan bolts right up in his seat as he felt the train stops. His sudden movement made Creistoylle flutter her eyes open and sit up in confusion. "What's going on?" She asked as she blinked a few times, stretching her back on her seat. Jonathan pressed his hands on the window and saw that they were at the station. He grinned happily and turned to Creistoylle. "We've arrived." He said.
Creistoylle's eyes lit up with excitement as she stood up and peeked at the window, carefully not getting any closer to the teen. Jonathan noticed it and just sighed. "C'mon, do you want to go alone or..?" Jonathan asked. Creistoylle widens her eyes at the thought of her being alone at such a big place and clung onto his arm as she hid behind him. "Please stay." She muttered on his robe.
A smile crept up on Jonathan's lips as he laid his hand carefully at her back. "I will." He said and she hid a smile.
Once they had stepped into the platform, Creistoylle's grip tightened around his forearm as she hid behind him to avoid stares from other students. "Firs' years! Firs' years! C'me over 'ere!" Suddenly Creistoylle's mouth flew open and a silent gasp came out. There was a giant man holding a small lamp and his face was ridiculously hairy.
"Hagrid!" Jonathan called and grinned as he opened his arms and hugged Hagrid. "Jonathan ma' man!" Hagrid said as he laid a hand on his back. Jonathan pulled away and Creistoylle stared up at Hagrid. Hagrid's eyes fell on Creistoylle and Creistoylle hid behind Jonathan even more.
"Aye, who's the lil' one behind ya?" Jonathan craned his neck to lok at Creistoylle and she tugged on his robe, her eyes filled with fear.
"Oh, right. Creistoylle, this is Hagrid. He's the gamekeeper of Hogwarts. Also one of my close friends." Hagrid nodded at her and she stepped up sheepishly.
"'Ello there lil' one." He greeted and Creistoylle smiled a bit and hung her head. "Eh, enough. Firs' years! Y'all over 'ere!" He called once again and students piled up in front of him.
"Can I go with her?" Jonathan whispered to Hagrid. Hagrid looked at him hesitantly. But then they were surprised when Creistoylle tugged at Hagrid's sleeve.
"Please. I-I don't know what to do without him. I-I'm scared.." She stuttered out. Hagrid sighed and gave Jonathan a stern look before turning his back on him. "Now let's jus' go 'round the corner."
Creistoylle whispered, "Thank you." As they walked, Creistoylle couldn't keep her mouth closed as she saw a castle up the mountains, towers and bridges it was so em style="box-sizing: border-box;"ancient/em. Yet beautiful and calming to the eye. For her.
As they rode on small boats, Jonathan held onto the stem of a light post as he watched Creistoylle take in the view of Hogwarts before them. "I can really relate."Creistoylle turned to him. "Sorry?" She asked. He smiled. "I said I can totally relate." He said and turned to look at Hogwarts.
"Just a year ago, I was with my brother and sister and even though they were first years back then, they were used at the view of Hogwarts. Well, they studied more of Hogwarts than me so I was just there, my mouth hanging open and my eyes looks like it would bulge out of its sockets as I saw it there, laying at the mountain." Creistoylle stared at him then looked back at Hogwarts and bit her lip.
"It's beautiful." She muttered. "Indeed." He muttered as they both stared at the view before them. When they got off a boat and continued their journey to Hogwarts. They climbed up the stairs and Creistoylle stared at the woman that stood before them as she smiled. Creistoylle felt herself smiling.
The woman had pale blonde hair that ran below her shoulders. Her face slightly pale but it was clear she was in her mid 30s. She had blue eyes and her smile warms up everyone. She was dressed in a black fitted dress that hugs her hips and the dress fell below her knees. She was wearing dark grey flat shoes.
"Welcome to Hogwarts." She smiled. "In a few moments soon as you go past these doors and join your classmates but before you take your seats, you must be sorted to your houses. There are Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw and Slytherin." She said as she looked at all the faces and look at their reactions. But then she saw Jonathan and she raised his eyebrows at him. He shrugged with a lopsided smile and gestured towards Creistoylle who was clinging on his fore arm.
"Houses.." Creistoylle muttered and bit her lip nervously. "The Sorting Ceremony will begin momentarily." The woman said and turned her back to them as she walked in past the doors.
And then the Sorting Ceremony finally begun. Jonathan sat back on his seat that was at Gryffindor's house. He smiled at Creistoylle -who was fiddling with her thumbs again and who is wanting to be by Jonathan's side painfully- calmly. Creistoylle flinched as she heard a voice that sang across the room. Then she saw the floating candles at the ceiling. It was beautiful. She noticed the ceiling that was starry and night.
Once as the song ended, the woman said, "I will read out your name and you will step forward and will be sorted to your houses." She said.
"Clarisse Leville." A brown haired girl came up and sat on a three-legged chair and Mrs. Sulli placed the sorting hat onto her head and Creistoylle's eyes widened as she heard it hum. "Ravenclaw!" It exclaimed and a table erupted with cheers and claps and Creistoylle watched as the girl, Clarisse, happily sprinted to the table and had her seat as everyone on the table greeted and introduced themselves.
Creistoylle gulped and bit her lip nervously and looked at the three other tables. Oh no. Where will I be sorted? Then her eyes fell on Jonathan who was watching as Mrs. Sulli placed the sorting hat onto a boy's head. "...Gryffindor!"
I wish I would be in the same house as him. She thought. A few students were called and was sorted out on their houses and she knew where Jonathan was placed. At the Gryffindor house. She flinched as Mrs. Sulli cleared her throat a bit before calling out a name. "Uh, how do I pronounce this? Crestale Schoon?" The Great Hall erupts with snickers.
Creistoylle hung her head as the first years looked everywhere to who it was. "It's Creistoylle, ma'am." Creistoylle looked up and saw Jonathan, who stood up. "Oh, well. Creistoylle Schoon? Are you here?" She asked and the students once turned and turned to spot who it was. Creistoylle stepped up and walked towards Mrs. Sulli and everyone stops. Creistoylle hung her head, not letting anyone look at her.
Mrs. Sulli put her hands on her shoulders as she lead her to seat onto the chair and Creistoylle bit her lip as she felt a nervous pang on her chest that made her look up.
Jonathan clearly saw the exotic bluish grey eyes of hers and it shone through the unknown light. He couldn't help but gasp. The other students stared at her and the Great Hall fell into silence.
Mrs. Sulli placed the Sorting Hat on her head.
The Sorting Hat fell in silence as it mouth opened as they all waited for what it was going to say. "Mrs. Sulli, i'm afraid I can't sort her into a house." The people of Great Hall gasped.
"Eh, what do you mean?" Mrs. Sulli whispered. "I am saying," The sorting Hat exclaimed to get the attention of everyone.
"That Miss Schoon here is qualified to be in Hufflepuff," The Hufflepuff table cheered but then the Sorting Hat continued, "Ravenclaw," it was Ravenclaw table's turn to cheer. "and Gryffindor." Jonathan grinned yet the gryffindor house gasped and cheered.
"But wait!" Creistoylle flinched as he exclaimed. "Gryffindor.." She muttered as she stared at Jonathan who grins at her.
"Do I smell Slytherin?" The Sorting Hat says and the whole Great Hall fell in silence once again. Mrs. Sulli gasped. "What do you mean? She is qualified to all houses?" She hissed.
"I'm afraid." The Sorting Hat says. "But you still have to sort her into one. You are the one who sorts them out." Mrs. McGonagall says.
"But this one I can't." The people of The Great Hall gasped. "I have sort students into houses that is qualified to two or three houses. But this, this girl. She is different." Everyone fell into chatter and Mrs. Sulli seem to be taken back.
"Perhaps," He started once again and they all turned to the sorting hat. "Miss Schoon will be the one to choose her own house." The Sorting Hat says as Mrs. Sulli removed him from Creistoylle's head. Mrs. Sulli sighed and gestured for her to stand up. She stood up in her feet as she looked at her. "Well?" The Sorting Hat breaks the silence.
"I.." She looked back at the tables and her eyes fell on Jonathan. "I choose.." She stuttered out as she took a deep breath and bit her lip, realizing her voice was too quiet.
"I choose to be in the Gryffindor house!" She exclaimed and everything fell silent. "Well, Gryffindor it is!" The Sorting Hat once broke the silence and the Gryffindor house cheered.
A smile plastered on her face, she came down running into Jonathan's open arms as she breathed heavily. She didn't knew she was holding her breath back there which made her nervousness worse. "Shh, it's okay. It's okay." Jonathan said and hummed a melody as he stroke her hair.
He let her sit down in a seat as the table cheered for her and started calling her name. Jonathan once stroke her hair as his hand fell on her shoulder without knowing. "Aye, Jonathan. You didn't tell us you called dibs on her." A student from their table said as they erupted with teasing hums.
Jonathan quickly removed his hand once he realized it was there and clasped his hands together on the table. Creistoylle bit her lip and fiddle with her thumbs under the table and bit back her smile.
"Chill out! I just know her and happened to be comforting her. And what do you mean by 'dibs'?" Jonathan asked and the student waved his hand in front of him. "Nevermind that."
And he turned to Creistoylle there. "Well hello there Miss Crystal." He said. "It's Creistoylle." Creistoylle said. "I'll call you Crystal anyway." He said, waving his hand making the table snicker and laugh. Creistoylle smiled a bit at the humor.
"Oh, let me introduce you to them." The table silenced and waited for Jonathan to introduce them to Creistoylle. "At the common room." The table erupt of 'Aww' and 'cmon!' and a few others just laughed. Mrs. McGonagall shushed them and after they silenced, the sorting ceremony continues and they snickered.
After that, the new first years were introduced to the common room. Creistoylle remembered the moving stairs and her clutching onto Jonathan for dear life which made the Gryffindor house tease them as they past their shoulders. After they were introduced to the Head Boy and the prefects, they all broke apart as boys go on their right and girls go on their left.
But before Jonathan could leave, Creistoylle held on his sleeve and Jonathan turned to her. "Is something wrong?" Creistoylle removed her hands and glanced down awkwardly. "Well, I-um, will-will we be seeing each other later?" she asked. Jonathan sighed.
"I'm afraid not." Creistoylle looked at him in confusion. "It's bed time, Creistoylle. No one's allowed to be out of bed at this hour." Creistoylle sighed and bit her lip.
"But we'll be going to be seeing each other tomorrow morning and your belongings will be just upstairs. Go find it, and sleep. Okay?" He said. She nodded and glanced down. He smiled at her before turning his back and going up the stairs along with the others. She watched him go up until she couldn't see him anymore and sighed.
She did the same and once as she got up, a pillow was thrown beside her that made her hide herself in her arms. Then the laughter died. "Oops." She heard.
She laid her arms beside her and she looked at all the other girl's faces. They were staring at her. "Creistoylle Schoon! Aren't you?" A girl got up her bed and walked towards her, holding her hands.
"Uh, yes. I-I am." Then her eyes fell on someone. It was Trophe, but she was busy reading a book. Creistoylle pulled her hands away from the girl but the girl's grip tightened.
"Oh how rude of me, I'm Merlin." Creistoylle looked at her. "Don't look at me like that!" Merlin whined and the other girls laughed silently. "That's Aubrey." She gestured to the red headed girl and Aubrey waved a hand at her as her legs swing at the edge of her bed.
"Cassidy." The girl with black hair in low braided pigtails waved a hand at her and grinned. "The twins, Ella-" The girl with black short hair that fell on her shoulder and side bangs smiled at her.
"- and Leila." The girl with black short hair that hugged her jaw and full bangs that covered her forehead waved at her. The introduction goes on and the other third, fourth,fifth,sixth and seventh year introduces themselves since Merlin was only second year and the other years shut her out for being weird and cheerful everyday.
As Creistoylle found her bed, she laid down and closed her eyes as she listened to the murmurs and laughter of the other girls on the room. But then suddenly somebody spoke. "Cloud left you alone, right? I'm sorry for that." She sat right up and looked at her right side and saw Trophe. But she didn't look like Trophe from earlier.
Now she wore glasses and her bangs weren't swept up on the side anymore, Creistoylle didn't even notice she had full bangs. She still wore her yellow headband except it didn't swept her bangs up.
"Huh? Oh. Yeah. It's okay." Creistoylle muttered. Trophe sighed. "It's not okay. Cloud is such a jerk. How can he leave you alone just like that?" Creistoylle bit her lip.
"I ran out our room and went to find you but I found you alone at a room with Jonathan Tenfey. You two were both sleeping." Creistoylle felt warm in her cheeks as she bit her lip and fiddled with her thumbs. "Er, yeah. He was the one who helped me out there." Creistoylle awkwardly muttered. Trophe chuckled.
"I already guessed that. Since you two can't take your eyes off each other." Creistoylle flushed even more. "Oh and that scene where you came running to his arms? I admit it was so sweet." Creistoylle buried her face in her hands and opened her mouth but Trophe stopped her.
"You don't need to explain. I knew you ran up to him because he is the only one you have been close with and you are comfortable with him. Plus, you were nervous when you were at front. You were biting your lip every once and awhile and play with your fingers." Creistoylle looked at her amused.
"Yes, I am observant. I am also quite silent which is why they are usually bored with me and i'm all left alone." Trophe said as her eyes drifted back to her book.
"You don't have to worry about being alone anymore. I'm here." Creistoylle said as she tried to search her eyes but Trophe didn't look up but smiled. "Thank you." She muttered and Trophe smiled before placing her hand on Trophe's and they smiled at each other.
Omg, is Chapter 1 alright? Is it too short? I'm sorry! But pleasecomment on what you think. OMG OMG OMG. Sorry, I am just freaking out cuz this is the first HP fanfic i've wrote. Well, without HP but still. :D
Note: I have no idea who's the headmaster at Albus' generation in Hogwarts but based on what i've reasearched, Mrs. McGonagall had retired because she was 'getting on a bit' same as Madame Hooch and Professor Sprout. But there was an unidentified person that will be headmaster and so I just created this character. If the current headmaster is known, I will just edit this :)