"Hey Hermione!" She heard Neville call from behind her. Hermione had
reached the last few compartments in the back of the train, and had lost
any real hope for finding Trevor
"I've already asked there," said Neville, "They haven't seen him." He sighed and made his way forward.
"Are you sure?" Hermione asked. She didn't know if she should trust him to actually remember something...
"I think so," he answered, but a look of uncertainty crossed his face. He scratched his ear, obviously trying to think. "We better check, just to make sure," he concluded.
Hermione opened the door to a compartment littered with candy wrappers. She asked the two boys there if they had seen Neville's toad, when she spotted a wand in the taller boy's hand. Her eyes lit up.
"Oh, are you doing magic? Let's see it then." Hermione was eager to see other people performing magic, apart from the moving pictures of wizards in her schoolbooks.
The tall boy with brilliant red hair seemed nervous at her presence. He cleared his throat loudly and recited a ridiculous poem, attempting to change the color of his rat's fur. Hermione highly doubted it was even a spell (it didn't even make a very good poem).
She began to tell the boys about how she tried some spells on her own and they worked, and how happy she was to have been accepted at Hogwarts. Taking a deep breath, Hermione realized that she hadn't properly introduced herself.
"I'm Hermione Granger, by the way, who are you?" She looked at them expectantly, but they didn't say anything. They glanced at each other curiously, and stared back at her. Hermione's heart was beating out of her chest. 'They don't like you!' her mind screamed, 'just walk away while you still have some dignity!'
"I'm Ron Weasley," the redhead mumbled.
"Harry Potter," said the boy with glasses, who Hermione had barely noticed. She looked at his forehead, but his bangs were in the way of the scar she knew he bore. "I've read all about you," She said, attempting to make the conversation a little more personal. She began to list the books he was mentioned in.
"I'm in those?" He asked rather stupidly. Hermione thought he was acting strange just because she was there. She fought to keep the conversation going.
"Do either of you know what house you'll be in?" She tried. "I hope I'm in Gryffindor, it sounds by far the best." They didn't seem interested in Gryffindor... "I suppose Ravenclaw wouldn't be too bad..."
The boys just sat and watched her ramble on like an idiot. She decided it was time to stop the pathetic conversation and just leave. She told them she was going to go look for the toad, and that they should change soon, and walked out with Neville at her side.
"Not very talkative, are they?" Neville commented. Hermione had forgotten Neville was even there. She heard the muffled sound of Harry Potter and Ron Weasley's voices through the door. No, they seemed to be pretty talkative when she wasn't around.
'See,' she told herself, 'you should have stayed home, your obviously not making friends very well. You should have just stayed home.'
"I've already asked there," said Neville, "They haven't seen him." He sighed and made his way forward.
"Are you sure?" Hermione asked. She didn't know if she should trust him to actually remember something...
"I think so," he answered, but a look of uncertainty crossed his face. He scratched his ear, obviously trying to think. "We better check, just to make sure," he concluded.
Hermione opened the door to a compartment littered with candy wrappers. She asked the two boys there if they had seen Neville's toad, when she spotted a wand in the taller boy's hand. Her eyes lit up.
"Oh, are you doing magic? Let's see it then." Hermione was eager to see other people performing magic, apart from the moving pictures of wizards in her schoolbooks.
The tall boy with brilliant red hair seemed nervous at her presence. He cleared his throat loudly and recited a ridiculous poem, attempting to change the color of his rat's fur. Hermione highly doubted it was even a spell (it didn't even make a very good poem).
She began to tell the boys about how she tried some spells on her own and they worked, and how happy she was to have been accepted at Hogwarts. Taking a deep breath, Hermione realized that she hadn't properly introduced herself.
"I'm Hermione Granger, by the way, who are you?" She looked at them expectantly, but they didn't say anything. They glanced at each other curiously, and stared back at her. Hermione's heart was beating out of her chest. 'They don't like you!' her mind screamed, 'just walk away while you still have some dignity!'
"I'm Ron Weasley," the redhead mumbled.
"Harry Potter," said the boy with glasses, who Hermione had barely noticed. She looked at his forehead, but his bangs were in the way of the scar she knew he bore. "I've read all about you," She said, attempting to make the conversation a little more personal. She began to list the books he was mentioned in.
"I'm in those?" He asked rather stupidly. Hermione thought he was acting strange just because she was there. She fought to keep the conversation going.
"Do either of you know what house you'll be in?" She tried. "I hope I'm in Gryffindor, it sounds by far the best." They didn't seem interested in Gryffindor... "I suppose Ravenclaw wouldn't be too bad..."
The boys just sat and watched her ramble on like an idiot. She decided it was time to stop the pathetic conversation and just leave. She told them she was going to go look for the toad, and that they should change soon, and walked out with Neville at her side.
"Not very talkative, are they?" Neville commented. Hermione had forgotten Neville was even there. She heard the muffled sound of Harry Potter and Ron Weasley's voices through the door. No, they seemed to be pretty talkative when she wasn't around.
'See,' she told herself, 'you should have stayed home, your obviously not making friends very well. You should have just stayed home.'