After I got through the barrier thingy and put my trunk into the holding
car, I climbed onto the bright red train and started looking for a seat. I
usually go for the back of the train, or bus or whatever, 'cause I know the
funnest (or more fun, but who the hell cares, really?) people sit in the
back. The first compartment I went into (which was the last one on the
train) had two red-headed boys who looked EXACTLY alike, a black guy with
cool dreads and three other pretty girls. But they looked about 2 years
older than me.
"Hey" I said.
"Hey", said one of the twins. "I don't know you, are you new?"
"Good guess there, Einstein" I said sarcastically with a smile.
He laughed, which is a good thing, 'cause I had forgotten that Einstein wasn't a wizard.
"Sorry" I said. "I'm Abigail. Call me Abby. I'm going into fifth year."
"You a muggle?" asked the other twin. (Or it might have been the same one. I don't know. Twins confuse me.)
What the hell? "What's a muggle?" I asked.
"A non-magic person." Said the dude with dreads. (and quite nice ones, I might add)
"Oh. Then no…but my family all are, so does that make me any different?" I asked.
"No." said one of the twins. "But to others it does. Some of them have a weird opinion that wizard-born wizards are better than muggle-borns."
"Well, then tell me who they are, so I can go punch them." I joked.
They all laughed again, and the twin on the right said: "Hey, I like this one. It's got spunk. I think we should keep it."
"Well that mighty kind of you mister", I teased back.
They laughed again.
"I'm George" said the twin on the right, "and this is my brother Fred"
"Hey" I said.
"And I'm Lee. And don't be fooled by them. The one on the right is FRED, and the other is George." Said the guy with dreads, winking at me. God he was cute. "And these fine ladies," (one of them punched Lee in the arm), "are Angelina, Alicia and Katie."
I waved at them. They looked like a fun crowd, but I wanted to meet everyone else, so I said goodbye and stepped into the passageway.
I knocked on the next compartment door, and when a voice said "come in", I came in.
In this one, there were three people; two guy and a girl, who looked my age.
I said, "Hey, I'm Abby. I'm new. I'm going into fifth year…who are you guys?"
"I'm Hermione Granger", said the girl. She looked very refined and smart and all that. She didn't look like you could talk about guys with her, or gossip or whatever. But that's okay. She had brown hair, a bit like mine except mine's darker. It was very bushy and looked like mine does after I get out of bed and before I get the chance to put it into a high ponytail. I have no idea where I got my stupid thick hair; my parents both have fine hair. But I could tell that Hermione hadn't yet discovered the miracle of the ponytail.
I gave her a smile and turned to one of the boys, who had black hair and glasses. I know he sounds like a geek, but he was actually kinda cute. His hair was all over the place and it reminded me of this guy back in Toronto who had the weirdest hair ever. It flipped all over the place.
Anyway, this guy said, "Hi, I'm Harry Potter".
"Hi. You can call me Abby", I said.
He looked at me like he was expecting something else, but the only thing I could think of was to shake hands, and no way was I doing that. That's so old.
Then I turned to the last guy, and almost fell over. He was the same guy that Meg had called hot.
"Oh, it's you", I said, without thinking. I could've kicked myself.
"What do you mean? Do I know you from somewhere? Sorry, but you don't look familiar."
"No, no", I stuttered, kind of shocked. "Don't worry, it's just that my sister saw you on the way in and said you were cute and I said if you were a wizard then I'd get your number, but of course you don't have a number, cos you're a wizard and I'm really sorry, just never mind…okay, I'm making an ass of myself, and just babbling, so shut me up anytime you think is good, um I think I'll leave now." Oh shit. They were looking at me really crazily. And I was feeling very loopy. God, I had to get out of there. So I rushed out of there before I got Reddie's, as I had now named him, name. As I left, I could here Reddie asking what I meant when I said that he didn't have a number, and did Harry have a number, before I heard Hermione explaining that I had meant phone number. Oh God. I leaned against the wall for a minute before I realized that the train was moving.
I decided to take my chance with another compartment and an hour and a half later, I was chatting easily with five other people in my year whose names were Dean, Lavender, Seamus and another set of twins, whose names were Parvati and Padma. Dean was just asking me if I like football, which I assumed was soccer, in Canada, and I was saying I like hockey better, when Harry came in and asked if I knew what Chocolate frogs were and if I wanted to try some.
"Sure" I said, since Hermione and Harry looked like cool people and I could easily avoid Reddie for a while.
So we trooped off to their compartment, after I waved goodbye to the rest of them. They really were nice, especially Parvati and Lavender. Lavender reminded me of Gracie.
I went inside the compartment with Harry grinning sheepishly at Red-hot, who introduced himself as Ron Weasley. I thought I had better apologize to him, but I could wait 'til we were alone.
"So, Abby", Hermione said, "what school sis you go to before? You're American right? I've never heard of an American wizard school."
"Actually", I corrected, "I'm Canadian. I live in Toronto. And I didn't go to a magic school. I didn't find out I was a witch until about a month ago."
"What do you mean?" asked Harry, "I thought you said you were in our year. You'll be put with the first years."
Ron gave me a sympathetic look.
"Well, Dumbledore talked to me about that. He said that cause I didn't find out I was a witch for so long, I have all this pent up magic talent. So, I'm already up to your level, I just have to learn how to control it. He said I have to go to tutorials for a while so that I can get used to all the magic. So I'll be in all your classes, but I'll be working extra hard to get to your skill level." I finished my long monologue with a smile.
"Well, you won't be working as hard as Hermione, she doesn't leave the library."
Hermione gave him a withering look, while I asked her: "Oh, is there a library? God, I love those things. I used to borrow like 10 books at a time at home."
She smiled at me as the boys rolled their eyes.
I gave Harry a gentle punch and sat down next to him.
Suddenly, the doors slid open a guy who honest to god looked like a snake, came in. Behind him stood two dudes who could've fooled me into thinking they were two hunks of my mum's meatloaf. They had this dazed and confused look on them which was really hilarious.
"Well, well, look who it is. Are you taking a moment to mourn for your fool of parents Potty? Here's a tissue. And you Weasel", the blonde one sneered, "haven't you gone to live in the streets yet? Here's a knut, pauper. I'm feeling generous today."
Whoa, who the in the name of David Beckham was this asshole?
"Look, get out of the compartment, and stop insulting my friends." I said.
"Oh, I'm shaking in my booties."
"Whatever, dude" I said giving him the finger. I really hate to do it, but what a jerk this guy was.
He looked at me strangely and went out.
"Cool, Abby" Ron said, and I blushed.
We all sat down and talked for the rest of the way.
"Hey" I said.
"Hey", said one of the twins. "I don't know you, are you new?"
"Good guess there, Einstein" I said sarcastically with a smile.
He laughed, which is a good thing, 'cause I had forgotten that Einstein wasn't a wizard.
"Sorry" I said. "I'm Abigail. Call me Abby. I'm going into fifth year."
"You a muggle?" asked the other twin. (Or it might have been the same one. I don't know. Twins confuse me.)
What the hell? "What's a muggle?" I asked.
"A non-magic person." Said the dude with dreads. (and quite nice ones, I might add)
"Oh. Then no…but my family all are, so does that make me any different?" I asked.
"No." said one of the twins. "But to others it does. Some of them have a weird opinion that wizard-born wizards are better than muggle-borns."
"Well, then tell me who they are, so I can go punch them." I joked.
They all laughed again, and the twin on the right said: "Hey, I like this one. It's got spunk. I think we should keep it."
"Well that mighty kind of you mister", I teased back.
They laughed again.
"I'm George" said the twin on the right, "and this is my brother Fred"
"Hey" I said.
"And I'm Lee. And don't be fooled by them. The one on the right is FRED, and the other is George." Said the guy with dreads, winking at me. God he was cute. "And these fine ladies," (one of them punched Lee in the arm), "are Angelina, Alicia and Katie."
I waved at them. They looked like a fun crowd, but I wanted to meet everyone else, so I said goodbye and stepped into the passageway.
I knocked on the next compartment door, and when a voice said "come in", I came in.
In this one, there were three people; two guy and a girl, who looked my age.
I said, "Hey, I'm Abby. I'm new. I'm going into fifth year…who are you guys?"
"I'm Hermione Granger", said the girl. She looked very refined and smart and all that. She didn't look like you could talk about guys with her, or gossip or whatever. But that's okay. She had brown hair, a bit like mine except mine's darker. It was very bushy and looked like mine does after I get out of bed and before I get the chance to put it into a high ponytail. I have no idea where I got my stupid thick hair; my parents both have fine hair. But I could tell that Hermione hadn't yet discovered the miracle of the ponytail.
I gave her a smile and turned to one of the boys, who had black hair and glasses. I know he sounds like a geek, but he was actually kinda cute. His hair was all over the place and it reminded me of this guy back in Toronto who had the weirdest hair ever. It flipped all over the place.
Anyway, this guy said, "Hi, I'm Harry Potter".
"Hi. You can call me Abby", I said.
He looked at me like he was expecting something else, but the only thing I could think of was to shake hands, and no way was I doing that. That's so old.
Then I turned to the last guy, and almost fell over. He was the same guy that Meg had called hot.
"Oh, it's you", I said, without thinking. I could've kicked myself.
"What do you mean? Do I know you from somewhere? Sorry, but you don't look familiar."
"No, no", I stuttered, kind of shocked. "Don't worry, it's just that my sister saw you on the way in and said you were cute and I said if you were a wizard then I'd get your number, but of course you don't have a number, cos you're a wizard and I'm really sorry, just never mind…okay, I'm making an ass of myself, and just babbling, so shut me up anytime you think is good, um I think I'll leave now." Oh shit. They were looking at me really crazily. And I was feeling very loopy. God, I had to get out of there. So I rushed out of there before I got Reddie's, as I had now named him, name. As I left, I could here Reddie asking what I meant when I said that he didn't have a number, and did Harry have a number, before I heard Hermione explaining that I had meant phone number. Oh God. I leaned against the wall for a minute before I realized that the train was moving.
I decided to take my chance with another compartment and an hour and a half later, I was chatting easily with five other people in my year whose names were Dean, Lavender, Seamus and another set of twins, whose names were Parvati and Padma. Dean was just asking me if I like football, which I assumed was soccer, in Canada, and I was saying I like hockey better, when Harry came in and asked if I knew what Chocolate frogs were and if I wanted to try some.
"Sure" I said, since Hermione and Harry looked like cool people and I could easily avoid Reddie for a while.
So we trooped off to their compartment, after I waved goodbye to the rest of them. They really were nice, especially Parvati and Lavender. Lavender reminded me of Gracie.
I went inside the compartment with Harry grinning sheepishly at Red-hot, who introduced himself as Ron Weasley. I thought I had better apologize to him, but I could wait 'til we were alone.
"So, Abby", Hermione said, "what school sis you go to before? You're American right? I've never heard of an American wizard school."
"Actually", I corrected, "I'm Canadian. I live in Toronto. And I didn't go to a magic school. I didn't find out I was a witch until about a month ago."
"What do you mean?" asked Harry, "I thought you said you were in our year. You'll be put with the first years."
Ron gave me a sympathetic look.
"Well, Dumbledore talked to me about that. He said that cause I didn't find out I was a witch for so long, I have all this pent up magic talent. So, I'm already up to your level, I just have to learn how to control it. He said I have to go to tutorials for a while so that I can get used to all the magic. So I'll be in all your classes, but I'll be working extra hard to get to your skill level." I finished my long monologue with a smile.
"Well, you won't be working as hard as Hermione, she doesn't leave the library."
Hermione gave him a withering look, while I asked her: "Oh, is there a library? God, I love those things. I used to borrow like 10 books at a time at home."
She smiled at me as the boys rolled their eyes.
I gave Harry a gentle punch and sat down next to him.
Suddenly, the doors slid open a guy who honest to god looked like a snake, came in. Behind him stood two dudes who could've fooled me into thinking they were two hunks of my mum's meatloaf. They had this dazed and confused look on them which was really hilarious.
"Well, well, look who it is. Are you taking a moment to mourn for your fool of parents Potty? Here's a tissue. And you Weasel", the blonde one sneered, "haven't you gone to live in the streets yet? Here's a knut, pauper. I'm feeling generous today."
Whoa, who the in the name of David Beckham was this asshole?
"Look, get out of the compartment, and stop insulting my friends." I said.
"Oh, I'm shaking in my booties."
"Whatever, dude" I said giving him the finger. I really hate to do it, but what a jerk this guy was.
He looked at me strangely and went out.
"Cool, Abby" Ron said, and I blushed.
We all sat down and talked for the rest of the way.