By the commotion coming from the other side of the door, Izabella could tell that the train was filling up quickly. The door slid open and a rather large boy started to walk into the compartment, he grunted as he stopped walking, causing a shorter boy with slicked back blond hair to walk into him. A third boy, just as large as the first, followed so close behind that he walked into the boy in the middle.
Izabella almost laughed out loud until from between the large masses she heard a muffled voice, "Wha-, Goyle, what are you doing?"
Pushing his way out from between the to massive boys, he saw Goyle, standing there like a tree, his arm looked like a branch hanging in the air as he pointed a fat finger at Izabella.
Gazing past Goyle, the blond boy saw Izabella, he stared at her momentarily before he turned to walk out of the compartment. Looking back at the other two boys he said, "Let's find an empty compartment."
Goyle sneered at her as he turned and followed and the other boy smiled at her stupidly before he walked out of the compartment, leaving the door open.
Izabella sighed as she stood up to close the door.
A short while later, the whistle blew and train began to move.
Izabella looked out the window as the city sites turned to into quiet country scenery.
The door opened again, this time a group of girls walked into the compartment. Izabella turned and watched them file into the compartment, three of the girls sat on the seat across from Izabella, and the other two sat down next to her.
The girl directly across from here looked a for a very long time, finally she asked, "Are you on the right train?"
The other four girls laughed, Izabella wasn't sure what was supposed to have been so funny. Reaching into her bag, Izabella pulled out the ticket that her father had given her a month before. Holding it up for all so see, the girls stopped laughing. The girl next to her said, "Well Pansy, it looks as though she is on the right train."
Pansy gave the girl an evil look then turned back to Izabella. "What year are you in?"
Izabella looked at the girl for a few seconds before answering, "Sixth."
"Sixth" Pansy said, clearly annoyed. "I am a sixth year, all of us are sixth years," she added as she gestured to the other girls. "Who are you? Why have I never seen you before?"
"This is my first year at Hogwarts," Izabella shrugged. "Perhaps that is why you have never seen me before."
"How you be a sixth year if this is your first year. You are not making any sense at all."
Izabella could not believe how dense this girl was. Speaking slowly, she explained, "For five years I have attended Salem Witches' Institute. This year, I am attending Hogwarts," adding sarcastically, "it's called transferring."
The girl next to Izabella spoke up again, "Yeah Pansy, like when you transferred out of Divination into Arithmancy so that you could harass that mudblo-"
"SHUT UP MILLICENT!" Pansy interrupted, still looking at Izabella. "I see," she said, trying to sound as if she understood the entire time. Standing, she walked over to the door and slid it open. Looking back over her shoulder, she smirked and said, "I am sure to be seeing you around school then."
The four other girls stood and followed her out into the corridor.
Before the door shut Izabella heard Pansy say, "I'm sure that she'll be put into Hufflepuff." The door shut, muffling the girls' laughter.
Izabella looked out the window again and wondered out loud, "What's with these people?"
As it grew darker the lights of towns began to appear in the distance. Izabella hadn't noticed how much time had gone by until the door was opened once again. A girl with bushy brown hair entered the compartment; "I just wanted to let everyone know that they should be change into their robes," she was speaking rather loudly, when she realized that there was only one person in the compartment her voice softened, "Oh, hello. We will be at Hogsmeade Station very soon: you may want to change into your school uniform soon. By the way, I am Hermoine Granger, and you are?"
"I'm Izabella Sna-"
Just then a tall boy with red hair pushed his way through the door, "C'mon Hermione," he looked around the compartment, "sorry, but we have the entire train of people to remind that they should be in their robs by now."
"Right," said Hermione.
He smiled at Izabella and backed out the door pulling Hermione with him. As she was being pulled through the door she said "Nice to meet you."
Izabella could hear them talking outside the door, "Who is that?" asked the boy.
"I have no idea," said Hermione.
After changing into her robes, Izabella sat down again and stared at her reflection in the window. As the train slowed down she wondered what she was getting into by leaving the States and attending Hogwarts.
Izabella waited until the noise in the corridor quieted before picking up her bag and dragging her trunk out of the compartment.