By around noon, Fred and George had gone off to cause some sort of mischieve. I sat next to a now dozing Emma and looked at her for a long moment. She moved a bit and I thought that maybe she was going to wake up. But she didn't.
A bit latter the food troley came by. I woke Emma.
"Are you hungry?" I asked.
Emma looked at the tray. "Have you got a, like carrots or something?" She asked.
The witch that rolled the troley stared at her.
"I've got chocolate frogs." The witch said.
Emma looked at me and whispered into my ear. "I've never heard of any of this stuff before."
"Oh," I said. "Don't worry about it."
I got us both some Every Flavor Beans and the witch walked off.
"Every Flavor Beans?" Emma asked. "Are they like Jelly Belly's?"
"What?" I asked.
"You never had Jelly Belly's before?" Emma asked surprised. She reached for her bag and rummaged through it. She pulled out a bag of stuff that looked a lot like Every Flavor Beans. "Try one." She pushed the bag up to me.
"Okay, you try one of these," I said.
"At the same time, okay?" Emma said with a cute little smile.
Emma tried one of the Every Flavor Beans and I tried one of her Jelly Belly's. It tasted a bit like strawberry's. I had never had a Every Flavor Bean that tasted like strawberry and I liked it.
Emma was making a rather odd face.
"What?" I asked.
"It tastes like... like... like gym socks?" Emma said, a bit unsure.
"When they say 'every flavor', they mean EVERY FLAVOR." I said with a laugh. Emma smiled. "I should have warned you."
"That's okay. But, maybe I'll wait a while before I try some more."
I nodded and couldn't help but still smile.
"So what is Hogwarts like, anyways?" Emma asked. Her greens eyes shone with a childlike excitment I haven't ever seen in a girl my age.
"Well, it's probably like your old school." I said. "But I've never seen your old school, so I can't say for sure."
"I heard that Hogwarts is this big school that looks a bit like an old castle. And the Great Hall has a ceiling dipicting the sky outside. I can't even imagine how beautiful it must look on a sunny day when the sky is just that perfect shade of blue. Or on one of those nights where every star is shinging its brightest and the moon is sort of smiling at you. And I also heard that there is this beautiful forest sorrounding it. And even though we aren't aloud to go into it, it's great to look at. But, just listen to me babbling on and on. And I haven't even seen the place." Emma looked a little embarrased.
"I don't mind," I said. "You make Hogwarts seem like some sort of dream land."
"It will be to me," Emma said. "Anywhere without pollution is a heaven to me."
I laughed. "Then you'll love Hogwarts."
"I hope so." She said.
There was a knock on the door and Hermoine Granger stepped in, with her friends Harry Potter and Ron Weasley at her side.
"We were wondering if you met the new student, you know. The girl from Califor=" Hermoine stopped in mid-sentence at the sight of Emma.
"Are you the girl from California?" Ron asked.
Emma nodded. "Who are you?"
Harry introduced everyone. "This is Hermoine, and Ron, and I'm Harry."
"I'm Emma, very nice to meet you," Emma said, holding out her hand politely.
They all shook it and she looked a little shy.
"Forgive me, Harry," Emma said. "But I believe that I have heard about you before."
Harry blushed a little. "I'm the one who didn't die when Voldermort, or as most people call him, You-Know-Who, attacked the non-evil wizards and witches. It's a long story. I'm sure you be bored."
"No!" Emma said, a friendly smile on her face. "I love stories!"
"Really?" Hermoine said. "Do you like to read?"
"Sure!" Emma squealed. "Do you?"
"Yes," Hermoine nodded wildly. "Someone who actually like to use her mind. I can't say I'm not relieved."
Emma smiled as the three younger kids came in and interested her in stories of their past years at Hogwarts. Which I must admit, even enthralled me. And when Harry talked about the Quidditch games, I was happy to be able to jump in.
"You're the captain?" Emma said, schocked. "Wow. Is it somewhat like football?"
"No," said Hermoine, a muggle born, also." It's more like soccer."
Emma nodded. So did Harry. Even though he was one of the most famous wizards in history, he had also grown up in the muggle world.
"So do you have cheerleaders for this Quidditch game?" Emma asked.
"Cheerleaders?" asked Ron.
"What are cheerleaders?" I asked, unsure myself.
"They are these girls who cheer on a sports team, in the Muggle world, anyways. They sort of keep the team's spirit up." said Harry.
"We don't have them at Hogwarts," Hermoine informed Emma.
"Well, maybe we could start a squad!" Emma said, her eyes glowing with excitement.
Hermoine didn't look to sure about it. But, Emma looked like she couldn't wait. The train jolted to a stop and Hermoine, Harry, and Ron said goodbye to us.
I led Emma over towards the Hogwarts.
"What about my stuff?" Emma asked.
"Don't worry about it," I said. "It'll be there."
Emma turned around and looked at Hogwarts for the first time.
"Oh, Wood," Emma said. "It's beautiful."
So are you, Emma. So are you.
A bit latter the food troley came by. I woke Emma.
"Are you hungry?" I asked.
Emma looked at the tray. "Have you got a, like carrots or something?" She asked.
The witch that rolled the troley stared at her.
"I've got chocolate frogs." The witch said.
Emma looked at me and whispered into my ear. "I've never heard of any of this stuff before."
"Oh," I said. "Don't worry about it."
I got us both some Every Flavor Beans and the witch walked off.
"Every Flavor Beans?" Emma asked. "Are they like Jelly Belly's?"
"What?" I asked.
"You never had Jelly Belly's before?" Emma asked surprised. She reached for her bag and rummaged through it. She pulled out a bag of stuff that looked a lot like Every Flavor Beans. "Try one." She pushed the bag up to me.
"Okay, you try one of these," I said.
"At the same time, okay?" Emma said with a cute little smile.
Emma tried one of the Every Flavor Beans and I tried one of her Jelly Belly's. It tasted a bit like strawberry's. I had never had a Every Flavor Bean that tasted like strawberry and I liked it.
Emma was making a rather odd face.
"What?" I asked.
"It tastes like... like... like gym socks?" Emma said, a bit unsure.
"When they say 'every flavor', they mean EVERY FLAVOR." I said with a laugh. Emma smiled. "I should have warned you."
"That's okay. But, maybe I'll wait a while before I try some more."
I nodded and couldn't help but still smile.
"So what is Hogwarts like, anyways?" Emma asked. Her greens eyes shone with a childlike excitment I haven't ever seen in a girl my age.
"Well, it's probably like your old school." I said. "But I've never seen your old school, so I can't say for sure."
"I heard that Hogwarts is this big school that looks a bit like an old castle. And the Great Hall has a ceiling dipicting the sky outside. I can't even imagine how beautiful it must look on a sunny day when the sky is just that perfect shade of blue. Or on one of those nights where every star is shinging its brightest and the moon is sort of smiling at you. And I also heard that there is this beautiful forest sorrounding it. And even though we aren't aloud to go into it, it's great to look at. But, just listen to me babbling on and on. And I haven't even seen the place." Emma looked a little embarrased.
"I don't mind," I said. "You make Hogwarts seem like some sort of dream land."
"It will be to me," Emma said. "Anywhere without pollution is a heaven to me."
I laughed. "Then you'll love Hogwarts."
"I hope so." She said.
There was a knock on the door and Hermoine Granger stepped in, with her friends Harry Potter and Ron Weasley at her side.
"We were wondering if you met the new student, you know. The girl from Califor=" Hermoine stopped in mid-sentence at the sight of Emma.
"Are you the girl from California?" Ron asked.
Emma nodded. "Who are you?"
Harry introduced everyone. "This is Hermoine, and Ron, and I'm Harry."
"I'm Emma, very nice to meet you," Emma said, holding out her hand politely.
They all shook it and she looked a little shy.
"Forgive me, Harry," Emma said. "But I believe that I have heard about you before."
Harry blushed a little. "I'm the one who didn't die when Voldermort, or as most people call him, You-Know-Who, attacked the non-evil wizards and witches. It's a long story. I'm sure you be bored."
"No!" Emma said, a friendly smile on her face. "I love stories!"
"Really?" Hermoine said. "Do you like to read?"
"Sure!" Emma squealed. "Do you?"
"Yes," Hermoine nodded wildly. "Someone who actually like to use her mind. I can't say I'm not relieved."
Emma smiled as the three younger kids came in and interested her in stories of their past years at Hogwarts. Which I must admit, even enthralled me. And when Harry talked about the Quidditch games, I was happy to be able to jump in.
"You're the captain?" Emma said, schocked. "Wow. Is it somewhat like football?"
"No," said Hermoine, a muggle born, also." It's more like soccer."
Emma nodded. So did Harry. Even though he was one of the most famous wizards in history, he had also grown up in the muggle world.
"So do you have cheerleaders for this Quidditch game?" Emma asked.
"Cheerleaders?" asked Ron.
"What are cheerleaders?" I asked, unsure myself.
"They are these girls who cheer on a sports team, in the Muggle world, anyways. They sort of keep the team's spirit up." said Harry.
"We don't have them at Hogwarts," Hermoine informed Emma.
"Well, maybe we could start a squad!" Emma said, her eyes glowing with excitement.
Hermoine didn't look to sure about it. But, Emma looked like she couldn't wait. The train jolted to a stop and Hermoine, Harry, and Ron said goodbye to us.
I led Emma over towards the Hogwarts.
"What about my stuff?" Emma asked.
"Don't worry about it," I said. "It'll be there."
Emma turned around and looked at Hogwarts for the first time.
"Oh, Wood," Emma said. "It's beautiful."
So are you, Emma. So are you.