An Elemental Destiny
After some searching, the girls found an empty compartment and gratefully dumped their
stuff.
"Nice train." Amara commented, sitting down.
"Yeah." Serena replied, sitting across from her. They both sat quietly, each
wrapped up in her thoughts. Neither one said anything until the compartment door slid
open and three more people, two boys and a girl, began to file in. They stopped when
they realized the compartment was already occupied.
"Hello." Serena said, smiling.
One of them, a short boy with dark hair, glasses and startling green eyes, smiled
back.
"Hullo."
"Want to sit with us?" Amara asked.
The boy looked at his companions, who both shrugged. Then they all stored their
things away and sat down. Amara looked at the other boy. He noticed her scrutiny and
began to turn as red as his hair.
"You're one of the Weasly's, aren't you?"
"Yeah…wait a minute, you're those people Mum was talking to!"
"The same." Amara said, bowing her head slightly, "My name is Amara Ten'ou
and hers is Serena Tsukino."
The brown-haired girl looked at them shrewdly.
"You're foreign, aren't you?"
"Yeah, we're both from Tokyo," Serena answered, "We both live together."
Both boys' jaws dropped and the girl's eyes suddenly became large and she
blinked a few times.
"I hope you don't me asking," the girl began, "But…how old are you?"
"I'm 17." Serena replied.
"19." Amara added.
The trio blinked a few times. Serena watched them, concerned. Amara just
looked amused.
"Are you alright…uh…what are your names?"
"Oh, ah…I'm Hermoine Granger, that's Ron Weasly," she said, pointing at the
redhead, "and that's Harry Potter." She finished, waving a hand at the dark haired boy.
"The Boy Extraordinaire." A sarcastic voice interrupted as the door once more
slid open. A pale, blonde boy stood in the doorway, smiling in an extremely unpleasant
way.
"Go get stuffed, Malfroy!" Harry snapped. Malfroy ignored him, staring with
interest at Amara and Serena.
"I don't recognize you. Is it your first year?"
Serena glanced at Amara, raising an eyebrow. Amara smirked back at her.
"I suppose you could say that." Amara answered slowly.
"Suppose?" Malfroy questioned. Amara pulled the letter from Dumbledore out
of her pocket and tossed it to him. He unfolded it and read it silently. Once he was
finished, he looked back at Amara and Serena with renewed interest.
"What kind of magic do you have?"
"Apparently 'rare and unknown' " Amara replied.
"We've been living with it for most of our lives," Serena added, " I guess we just
don' think about it that much anymore."
They had been ignoring Hermoine, Harry, and Ron, but at this point, Ron rather
pointedly cleared his throat.
"Don't you have your own compartment to go to?" Malfroy ignored him, instead
nodding his head slightly at Amara, and then at Serena.
"It seems I've worn out my welcome, but if you'd like to speak with me in the
future, just ask for Draco Malfroy. Goodbye." He turned around and stalked out of the
compartment, closing the door behind him.
"Ugh!" Ron exclaimed, "how can you even talk to him?" By the looks on Harry
and Hermoines' faces, they obviously agreed with Ron.
"I like him," Amara said, "Wouldn't trust him further than I could throw him, but
I like him."
The trio looked at her, aghast.
"You know," Serena began slowly, " he's cold…but he's not evil…he's
just…shut off…a lot like Amara was when I first met her…not that she's cuddly and
fuzzy now."
Hermoine blinked rapidly.
"Did you just say, 'she'?"
Serena looked at her oddly.
"Yeah, why wouldn't I…oh! Oh…" Serena began to giggle and Amara was
unsuccessfully trying to stifle a chuckle. The other three were turning various shades of
red.
"I'm sorry," Serena said. Her giggles had died off, but she was still grinning.
"It's just that I'd forgotten that most people think 'she's' a 'he'. I mean, I'm so
used to her, you know?"
They nodded and quiet fell over the car again, broken only by the sounds of the
train moving. After a while, Harry spoke up.
"What was in that note that Dra…Malfroy read?"
Amara began to reach into her pocket to pull out the letter again. She frowned as
she found nothing.
"Draco must still have it," she muttered, "be right back." She stood and left the
compartment.
After some searching, the girls found an empty compartment and gratefully dumped their
stuff.
"Nice train." Amara commented, sitting down.
"Yeah." Serena replied, sitting across from her. They both sat quietly, each
wrapped up in her thoughts. Neither one said anything until the compartment door slid
open and three more people, two boys and a girl, began to file in. They stopped when
they realized the compartment was already occupied.
"Hello." Serena said, smiling.
One of them, a short boy with dark hair, glasses and startling green eyes, smiled
back.
"Hullo."
"Want to sit with us?" Amara asked.
The boy looked at his companions, who both shrugged. Then they all stored their
things away and sat down. Amara looked at the other boy. He noticed her scrutiny and
began to turn as red as his hair.
"You're one of the Weasly's, aren't you?"
"Yeah…wait a minute, you're those people Mum was talking to!"
"The same." Amara said, bowing her head slightly, "My name is Amara Ten'ou
and hers is Serena Tsukino."
The brown-haired girl looked at them shrewdly.
"You're foreign, aren't you?"
"Yeah, we're both from Tokyo," Serena answered, "We both live together."
Both boys' jaws dropped and the girl's eyes suddenly became large and she
blinked a few times.
"I hope you don't me asking," the girl began, "But…how old are you?"
"I'm 17." Serena replied.
"19." Amara added.
The trio blinked a few times. Serena watched them, concerned. Amara just
looked amused.
"Are you alright…uh…what are your names?"
"Oh, ah…I'm Hermoine Granger, that's Ron Weasly," she said, pointing at the
redhead, "and that's Harry Potter." She finished, waving a hand at the dark haired boy.
"The Boy Extraordinaire." A sarcastic voice interrupted as the door once more
slid open. A pale, blonde boy stood in the doorway, smiling in an extremely unpleasant
way.
"Go get stuffed, Malfroy!" Harry snapped. Malfroy ignored him, staring with
interest at Amara and Serena.
"I don't recognize you. Is it your first year?"
Serena glanced at Amara, raising an eyebrow. Amara smirked back at her.
"I suppose you could say that." Amara answered slowly.
"Suppose?" Malfroy questioned. Amara pulled the letter from Dumbledore out
of her pocket and tossed it to him. He unfolded it and read it silently. Once he was
finished, he looked back at Amara and Serena with renewed interest.
"What kind of magic do you have?"
"Apparently 'rare and unknown' " Amara replied.
"We've been living with it for most of our lives," Serena added, " I guess we just
don' think about it that much anymore."
They had been ignoring Hermoine, Harry, and Ron, but at this point, Ron rather
pointedly cleared his throat.
"Don't you have your own compartment to go to?" Malfroy ignored him, instead
nodding his head slightly at Amara, and then at Serena.
"It seems I've worn out my welcome, but if you'd like to speak with me in the
future, just ask for Draco Malfroy. Goodbye." He turned around and stalked out of the
compartment, closing the door behind him.
"Ugh!" Ron exclaimed, "how can you even talk to him?" By the looks on Harry
and Hermoines' faces, they obviously agreed with Ron.
"I like him," Amara said, "Wouldn't trust him further than I could throw him, but
I like him."
The trio looked at her, aghast.
"You know," Serena began slowly, " he's cold…but he's not evil…he's
just…shut off…a lot like Amara was when I first met her…not that she's cuddly and
fuzzy now."
Hermoine blinked rapidly.
"Did you just say, 'she'?"
Serena looked at her oddly.
"Yeah, why wouldn't I…oh! Oh…" Serena began to giggle and Amara was
unsuccessfully trying to stifle a chuckle. The other three were turning various shades of
red.
"I'm sorry," Serena said. Her giggles had died off, but she was still grinning.
"It's just that I'd forgotten that most people think 'she's' a 'he'. I mean, I'm so
used to her, you know?"
They nodded and quiet fell over the car again, broken only by the sounds of the
train moving. After a while, Harry spoke up.
"What was in that note that Dra…Malfroy read?"
Amara began to reach into her pocket to pull out the letter again. She frowned as
she found nothing.
"Draco must still have it," she muttered, "be right back." She stood and left the
compartment.