"Was that your...mom? Magda says as the Hogwarts Express begins to go faster, whirring through London, and out into the countryside.
"Yeah, that's my mom," I answer sullenly. It' s cloudy out. I always hated cloudy, indecisive, weather.
"Is she English?"
I get that a lot. "
Yeah, she lived here all her life, and her mom before that, and before that. She speaks perfect English, she' s not very talkative though."
It isn' t really a lie.
"Oh."
Which is just what I need, a potential new friend to think I' m weird. I sigh-even when she' s not hovering over me, ma ruins everything.
"What house do you think you' ll be in?" Magda asks. She looks uncomfortable.
"I don' t know. I hope I' ll get in Hufflepuff or Ravenclaw."
" Hufflepuff?"
" Yeah, everyone there' s really nice, I heard."
Magda rolls her eyes. " Who told you that?"
"Some third year."
" Probably a Hufflepuff," Magda says. I can already tell we' re a lot alike, favoring short phrases to long drawn out ones.
I force a giggle, "He was really handsome though."
"Let me set you right" Magda leans to me, as if telling me a secret. Her eyes are brown, matter of fact, the sort of person who never thought ghosts hid under her bed.
"Hufflepuffs are idiots. Not too nice to say, but it' s true. Slytherins, you know them, they' re just horrible so forget them. Gryffindors can be nice, yeah, but they' re real show offs. Everyone says last year when they lost the House Cup to Slytherin they were sulking for weeks. Ravenclaws where you' d be best, I can tell."
Ravenclaw...it really doesn' t sound too bad. The sky begins to clear, the sun is shining and I' m thinking, Ravenclaw. No, not bad at all.
"Yeah, that's my mom," I answer sullenly. It' s cloudy out. I always hated cloudy, indecisive, weather.
"Is she English?"
I get that a lot. "
Yeah, she lived here all her life, and her mom before that, and before that. She speaks perfect English, she' s not very talkative though."
It isn' t really a lie.
"Oh."
Which is just what I need, a potential new friend to think I' m weird. I sigh-even when she' s not hovering over me, ma ruins everything.
"What house do you think you' ll be in?" Magda asks. She looks uncomfortable.
"I don' t know. I hope I' ll get in Hufflepuff or Ravenclaw."
" Hufflepuff?"
" Yeah, everyone there' s really nice, I heard."
Magda rolls her eyes. " Who told you that?"
"Some third year."
" Probably a Hufflepuff," Magda says. I can already tell we' re a lot alike, favoring short phrases to long drawn out ones.
I force a giggle, "He was really handsome though."
"Let me set you right" Magda leans to me, as if telling me a secret. Her eyes are brown, matter of fact, the sort of person who never thought ghosts hid under her bed.
"Hufflepuffs are idiots. Not too nice to say, but it' s true. Slytherins, you know them, they' re just horrible so forget them. Gryffindors can be nice, yeah, but they' re real show offs. Everyone says last year when they lost the House Cup to Slytherin they were sulking for weeks. Ravenclaws where you' d be best, I can tell."
Ravenclaw...it really doesn' t sound too bad. The sky begins to clear, the sun is shining and I' m thinking, Ravenclaw. No, not bad at all.