Disclaimer: I went Christmas shopping today... unluckily, none of the stores I went to carried the rights to Harry Potter, so I still don't own them.
A/N: Lalala! I love the holidays! I'm churning out the chappies now because I have NO SCHOOL which makes me insanely happy. Plus, I like this story.
Chapter Three: A Blond Haired Boy and An Argument
"Hey," said Chase, "Do you want to come and meet my friends?" Alexia smiled at him.
"Sure."
The two dragged Alexia's trunk into a nearby compartment. In it, there were two boys and two girls.
"Hi everyone," said Chase, "This is Alexia. She's a first year." Alexia smiled at everyone, and was relieved that Chase hadn't mentioned her surname. She went and sat down next to a girl with long, wavy blond hair, a round face, and slightly vacant eyes.
"I'm Maya Longbottom," said the girl, "Nice to meet you."
"Maya Longbottom? Is your mum the Luna Lovegood Longbottom, editor of the Quibbler, and famous Auror?"
Maya smiled. "Yep, that's my Mum." She said proudly, "And my dad's Neville Longbottom, he's head healer at Longbottom's Hospital of Auror Injury." Alexia nodded. She could remember her mum talking about Neville and Luna Longbottom.
"Our parents went to school together," said Alexia without thinking.
"Who are your parents?" asked the other girl in the compartment. She had long black hair, and a pale, though very pretty face.
Alexia swallowed, and glanced at Chase. "Er… They're Ginny and Harry Potter."
A collective gasp went around the compartment. Maya was staring at her, she heard a boy say, "Blimey!" and the black haired girl say, "Well, I'll be!"
Chase broke the awkwardness by suddenly saying, "Oh yeah, my Mum says that she went to some ball with your uncle Ron!" Alexia, eternally grateful, turned to Chase.
"Who's your mum?" she asked.
"Padma Hutchinson," replied Chase, "Padma Patil before she married my dad."
"Hey!" cried Alexia, "Her sister is my auntie! Aunt Parvati! She's married to my uncle Ron!"
The compartment door slid open, and a very pretty girl stepped in. She had long dark hair, a very pretty face, thick eyebrows and slightly hooked nose, though it added to her stunning appearance. Alexia recognized her, jumped up and cried,
"Victoria! I missed you!" she hugged the girl, and Victoria hugged her back.
"Is this your first day, Alexia?"
"Yeah." Alexia replied, "How are you?"
"I'm good. I didn't know you were starting this year." Victoria twitched the small glasses on her nose.
"Yeah," replied Alexia, not sure what else to say. Fifteen-year-old Victoria, the daughter of her father and uncle's best friend, had always put her at a loss for words. Her pure untouched beauty, her incredible intelligence, her aura of perfect ness made Alexia feel small and insignificant.
"Well, I'll see you around, Alexia. I have to go patrol the corridors." With a final wave, Victoria disappeared from the compartment in a cloud of shining brown hair.
Alexia sat back down next to Maya. She noticed the black haired girl staring at her, with a small scowl on her face. She was glad when the sandy-haired boy sitting next to Chase spoke.
"I don't think we all introduced ourselves properly. I'm Johnny Finnigan. This is Fynn Thomas," Johnny indicated the dark boy next to him, "And that is Sophronia Calista Chang Malfoy."
The black haired, pale skinned girl nodded briefly. Fynn smiled.
Maya pulled out a copy of The Quibbler, and began to read it. The other girl, Sophronia Malfoy continued to watch Alexia, until the compartment door slid open.
A boy stood in the door way. He was of average height, and had sleek blond hair and silver eyes. As Alexia looked at him, she felt she had seen him before, though she knew she had not.
"Sophronia," drawled the boy, "What in the name of Merlin are you doing?" Sophronia glared at the boy.
"I'm sitting, Cymbeline. It's what most people do on trains. Now, go play with your friends, and don't bother me."
It was obvious to Alexia that the boy, Cymbeline, was Sophronia's brother, and it was also obvious that Sophronia didn't much like her little brother.
"You know what Father said. You shouldn't be with people like--" Sophronia cut him off.
"Don't say another word, Cymbeline Darius Draco Malfoy!" Sophronia got up and strode out of the train compartment, pulling Cymbeline with her. She slammed the door, but it bounced back, and Alexia, who was closest, heard every word of their argument.
"Go away, Cymbeline! Stop being rude to my friends."
"Friends! Sophronia, those people are blood traitors and mudbloods. Do you know what Father would say if he saw you with--" Again, Sophronia cut off Cymbeline.
"Yes. I do. Stop bossing me around. I'm older than you, remember? And frankly, I don't care what Father would say if he knew that my friends weren't all purebloods."
"Well then, I'll just write to him, to tell him… since you obviously don't care…" Cymbeline trailed off, and Sophronia sucked in her breath.
"You wouldn't dare!"
"Watch me!"
"Cymbeline… I'm warning you…" Sophronia pulled out her wand, and Alexia drew back from the door.
Cymbeline turned his back on Sophronia, and started walking down the corridor.
"Cymbeline!" Sophronia called, "Cymbeline! Come back!" Cymbeline stopped walking, "OK. Alright. Fine. Just don't write to Father."
Cymbeline turned, and Alexia could just see, through the window in the compartment, his pale face covered in a satisfied smirk.
"Good." She heard him say, "Good. Leave your blood traitor pals, and I won't write to Father."
"Fine," said Sophronia. Alexia saw her coming, and sat back in her seat. Sophronia marched into the compartment, heaved her trunk from the luggage rack, and pulled it out into the corridor.
"Sorry guys," she said, before turning her back on them and fallowing Cymbeline down the train.
"What was that all about?" asked Chase.
"I have no idea," answered Alexia.
A/N: Happy Hannukah (sorry if I murdured the spelling) and happy one week until Christmas and eight days til Kwanza.
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