Day
7 years before May 2nd. September 1st 1991. The train ride to Hogwarts, meeting Percy on the train. Plans to wed him someday. It's daytime.
"Platform Nine and Three Quarters then I presume?" Riley said looking up at John, who was the only one available to take her that day.
John nodded. "According to your father, this is it, couldn't they make it more? Accessible?"
Riley looked up at him with distaste in her eyes. "John? The International Statute of Secrecy was signed in 1689. Which stated that the Wizarding world would be kept secret from the non-magical world. Thus making this place less accessible except to those who know about it, AKA wizards."
John looked at her. "You've been reading to many of those books." Riley scoffed and pushed her trolley forward.
"Just because YOUR illiterate doesn't mean the rest of the world are as well." She said as she unloaded her cat carrier onto the steps of the train first, and then grabbed her trunk.
Pretending he didn't hear that John walked over to her. "Do you need help?" and got a scathing look in return.
"Not everyone's weak like you." She said grabbing the trunk by the sides and easily lifting it onto the train putting her carrier on top of it and lastly her book bag for entertainment, because she wasn't going an entire day without having something to read or do.
Giving John a quick hug Riley said goodbye and headed up into the train to find a compartment in the front unoccupied, even though there where two trunks in there and putting her carrier and book bag on the seat nearest to the window, facing so she could see the horizon coming to her, and was in the process of lifting the trunk into the overhead compartment space when a redheaded boy who looked to be about fifteen walked in.
She put the trunk down and looked at him. "Is this compartment yours?" she asked, because if it was reserved she didn't want to intrude, she was mean, not rude.
"No, you're welcome to stay here, do you need any help with your trunk?" the mysterious boy asked.
Riley was in the process of saying 'Why no thank you, I mean your only the sixth person to ask today, DO I REALLY LOOK THAT WEAK!?' but instead nodded, he was cute, and if there was one thing her father Jack taught her was that if a cute boy asked to help you, you let him help.
"Thank you." She asked as he helped her lift it up and buckled it in so it wouldn't come undone during the train.
Riley then let her Kneazle, Midnight who was a gift from her dad out of her carrier and stuffed the ratted thing under her seat and sat down with a book on Wizard History, 'One must always know the enemy, if one wants to know themselves' her father had taught her. Though she could have sworn he meant it in a slightly perverted way.
"You have a Kneazle?" the boy asked and held out his hand. "I'm Percy Weasley, Prefect."
Riley stared at him and almost said 'Perfeeeect.' But shook his hand nodding. "Riley Harkness, Unofficial Princess of Cardiff. And yes she's Midnight; daddy got her for me last month, for a going away present." She answered before blinking down at the black fluff ball at her feet. "Whatever a Kneazle is…"
Percy seemed to laugh at this. "You're a Muggle I'm guessing?" he asked.
Riley shrugged. "Don't know, I'm adopted, never knew who my parents where." He blinked.
"I'm-" She blocked him off.
"I don't care really, it was too long ago for me to remember, and I was just a baby. And besides I have the best three fathers a girl could ask for, so I think I got lucky in that aspect." He nodded at this and sank back into the seat closest to the door on her side.
Riley smirked, she liked him, he didn't push, but at the same time he wanted to know about her, and she felt herself thinking the exact same thing, which is why she got out her notebook and started planning their wedding, because if she knew one thing, it was that she wasn't going to let him get away.
