Lily

I know it sounds bad but I sort of wished she had missed the train, I don't know how I'm going to cope at Hogwarts with somebody like that. Just as I was thinking about how annoying she would be, she slipped in the compartment and flopped out on the seat across from me, beside the window.

We all sat completely silent, for a long time. I got impatient really quickly with the lack of talking, but I'm allowed to be impatient cause I'm a red-head.

'I'm Lily Evans, I go to….well I went to Madam Puddifoot's school for young ladies. I really hope I get into Ravenclaw that's where all the intelligent students go.'

That blonde thing rolled her eyes at this, 'what about you then,' I couldn't help but snap.

'Fine, I'm Heather Moors, I went to Beauxbatons academy in France. I want to be in Gryffindor because that's the house my father was in and my br…' she stopped suddenly and faced the window ignoring us midway through a sentence, how rude!

It wasn't fair how her father knew about magic and had obviously attended the most superior school. She didn't know how it felt to be pushed out of her own family because they didn't understand magic. However, I was interrupted from my silent rant when a small voice spoke up.

'Emm…I'm Charlotte Brown, I attended the Salem witch academy in Canada, I don't really mind what house I'm in. I just want to get a good education so that I can support my mother.'

She looked so sad and just wanted to help her mother that I felt so stupid for being annoyed with my own parents for not understanding magic. But, she had only mentioned her mother, I wonder what happened to her father. I would never ask though, that would be insensitive.

Charlotte

'What happened to your father?' Heather asked me.

To be honest, I was a bit shocked she had asked this, since I had only just met her, she was looking at me with big blue eyes wide open curiously, I don't think she actually realised how personal a question it was.

'You don't ask somebody that, especially if you've just met them,' Lily almost shouted across the compartment.

Heather had the decency to look away ashamed, but I noticed that she didn't apologise.

My dad had died of cancer last year, he was a muggle but really loved the idea of magic, of course I couldn't show him, I almost did once but my mum found out and stopped me. That's when we argued the most, I desperately wanted my mother to show him some magic before he died but she refused and I just couldn't understand it, it wasn't normal and I was so angry at her for that. I'm still not sure if I can ever forgive her, I want to get a good job, give her some money then never see her again. She wouldn't give my father something so special even on his deathbed and for that I couldn't forgive her.

Everyone was quiet now so I pushed my glasses back onto my nose and read Hogwarts a History.

Heather

I missed home already hadn't meant to be insensitive and now I was being harshly judged. I don't think I'm going to fit in at Hogwarts, I wanted my dad.