A friend indeed
******(A/N: I'm going to be posting a lot today, because I wrote about 6 chapters of this ages ago, so here's another one. Enjoy and please review.)*****
She awoke with a start to the slam of the door and the sound of booming laughter. Her spirits lightened at the joyful sound. It seemed almost familiar, like the resounding laugh of her brother. Drying her eyes slightly on the pillow, she raised her head to see the source of the pleasant commotion. Looking up, she saw a boy about her age with shaggy red hair and a mass of freckles so thick that he might have appeared tan. Standing to his right with her hand gently resting on his shoulder trying to calm herself down from her fit of laughter was a girl with long, thick, wavy brown hair and sparkling brown eyes, and next to them both was a slightly more subdued tall lanky boy with unkempt black hair that hid his forehead, round lensed glasses that almost hid his brilliant green eyes, that were smiling even though it looked almost painful for him.
The three, noticing her in the back of the cab stopped laughing and turned to face her.
"Oh, sorry, I didn't think anyone was here, seeing as we usually sit back here, and no one else usually bothers with us," said the tall red headed boy. Feeling unwanted and lower than ever, Verlieren began to pick up her things and leave, when the lanky dark haired green-eyed boy spoke up.
"No, wait, he didn't mean you had to leave, he just meant we weren't expecting anyone to be here, that's all. You can stay. My name is Harry." he smiled gently at her sitting on the coach, and she returned the smile shyly, "These are my friends, Ron Weasely, and Hermoine Granger. And who are you? You definitely don't look familiar."
"M-my name is um...V-Verlieren." she responded slowly, trying not to stumble too much over her words, or make it too obvious by her accent that she wasn't one of them.
"Yeah, okay." said Harry, obviously at a loss for words at the un-talkative guest. Surely she hadn't expected him to initiate all the conversation, his face almost seemed to say. Ron whispered something in his ear that sounded remarkably like, "That girl's loony! And she doesn't even know who you are! SURELY she's heard of you, the whole wizarding world does." and in response, Harry hissed a little loudly, "Maybe she's just shy!"
"So, uh, what brings you to Hogwarts?" Harry tried again, "I haven't seen you around. Are you new?"
Verlieren nodded her head slowly. "J-Yes," she said, in an accent a little more German than she had intended, " I am new to Hogwarts. This will be my first year here. I shall be a sixth year."
"Us too. It's not so bad here, really, it's a lot better than home but watch out for Snape." Harry replied, happy to have more than a "yes" to base his conversation on. Thinking for a moment, he added suddenly, "Wait a minute; how can you be a new 6th year?" Verlieren had really not wanted to answer this question. She didn't want to talk about her past...not now. But she couldn't just lie, or ignore him, so she reluctantly chose to reply.
"My father is an auror. He wanted to help Dumbledore fight Voldemort, so we moved to London, and I am going to take the place of a girl who is leaving because her dad is starting a gossip magazine in Germany. It seams it didn't sell very well over here..." she didn't really want to elaborate, but the trio clamored for more information. Still trying to fight her strong accent, she slowly added, "I went to Zauberei Magical arts Academy in Germany, that's where me and my family are from."
"That's wicked!" Ron exclaimed, "Do you get to eat sausages like all the time?!" Hermoine jabbed him hard in the ribs with her elbow.
"It's called BRAWTWURST Ron, and just because it's German food does NOT mean she eats sausage all the time! Ugh!" Hermoine scolded in a know-it-all way. Ron just rolled his eyes and turned back to Verlieren, as if still expecting an answer.
"Yes, I suppose, we eat food in Germany. I like Reuben Sandwiches and Sauerkraut better though." She responded with a slight shrug.
"Oooh! Oooh!" Ron interrupted, "What do you call a German hippie! Give up? FLOWER KRAUT!" he burst into a fit of giggles, turning bright red, while Hermoine turned and glared at him, whispering that he was being very insensitive, "just like a man." Ron smiled his best smooth smile, and said, "Do you think I'm...manly Hermoine? Do you want me?"
"That is so not funny Ron," she said, jabbing him in the side with her elbow, "I am definitely not in the mood. I apologize in advance for anything emotionally scarring Ron says to you."
"No, it's ok. Verlieren said, fighting back giggles, "He reminds me of my brother." She felt a rush of intense pain. She remembered it. Bright lights, a loud boom, and someone screaming. She hoped it wasn't too late.
She was brought suddenly back to reality by an announcement that they would be arriving in Hogwarts in a matter of minutes. Packing her tear soaked and mascara stained pillow into her bag, she zipped the striped bag and hoisted it onto her shoulder.
"Nice meeting you," said Harry, lifting himself from the seat.
"Yes, nice seeing you also." Verlieren replied softly.
"Maybe I'll see you around, I'm in Gryffindor, so you never know."
"I suppose so." She smiled gently, getting up and exiting through the small door. So she was here, and so was Harry.
******(A/N: I'm going to be posting a lot today, because I wrote about 6 chapters of this ages ago, so here's another one. Enjoy and please review.)*****
She awoke with a start to the slam of the door and the sound of booming laughter. Her spirits lightened at the joyful sound. It seemed almost familiar, like the resounding laugh of her brother. Drying her eyes slightly on the pillow, she raised her head to see the source of the pleasant commotion. Looking up, she saw a boy about her age with shaggy red hair and a mass of freckles so thick that he might have appeared tan. Standing to his right with her hand gently resting on his shoulder trying to calm herself down from her fit of laughter was a girl with long, thick, wavy brown hair and sparkling brown eyes, and next to them both was a slightly more subdued tall lanky boy with unkempt black hair that hid his forehead, round lensed glasses that almost hid his brilliant green eyes, that were smiling even though it looked almost painful for him.
The three, noticing her in the back of the cab stopped laughing and turned to face her.
"Oh, sorry, I didn't think anyone was here, seeing as we usually sit back here, and no one else usually bothers with us," said the tall red headed boy. Feeling unwanted and lower than ever, Verlieren began to pick up her things and leave, when the lanky dark haired green-eyed boy spoke up.
"No, wait, he didn't mean you had to leave, he just meant we weren't expecting anyone to be here, that's all. You can stay. My name is Harry." he smiled gently at her sitting on the coach, and she returned the smile shyly, "These are my friends, Ron Weasely, and Hermoine Granger. And who are you? You definitely don't look familiar."
"M-my name is um...V-Verlieren." she responded slowly, trying not to stumble too much over her words, or make it too obvious by her accent that she wasn't one of them.
"Yeah, okay." said Harry, obviously at a loss for words at the un-talkative guest. Surely she hadn't expected him to initiate all the conversation, his face almost seemed to say. Ron whispered something in his ear that sounded remarkably like, "That girl's loony! And she doesn't even know who you are! SURELY she's heard of you, the whole wizarding world does." and in response, Harry hissed a little loudly, "Maybe she's just shy!"
"So, uh, what brings you to Hogwarts?" Harry tried again, "I haven't seen you around. Are you new?"
Verlieren nodded her head slowly. "J-Yes," she said, in an accent a little more German than she had intended, " I am new to Hogwarts. This will be my first year here. I shall be a sixth year."
"Us too. It's not so bad here, really, it's a lot better than home but watch out for Snape." Harry replied, happy to have more than a "yes" to base his conversation on. Thinking for a moment, he added suddenly, "Wait a minute; how can you be a new 6th year?" Verlieren had really not wanted to answer this question. She didn't want to talk about her past...not now. But she couldn't just lie, or ignore him, so she reluctantly chose to reply.
"My father is an auror. He wanted to help Dumbledore fight Voldemort, so we moved to London, and I am going to take the place of a girl who is leaving because her dad is starting a gossip magazine in Germany. It seams it didn't sell very well over here..." she didn't really want to elaborate, but the trio clamored for more information. Still trying to fight her strong accent, she slowly added, "I went to Zauberei Magical arts Academy in Germany, that's where me and my family are from."
"That's wicked!" Ron exclaimed, "Do you get to eat sausages like all the time?!" Hermoine jabbed him hard in the ribs with her elbow.
"It's called BRAWTWURST Ron, and just because it's German food does NOT mean she eats sausage all the time! Ugh!" Hermoine scolded in a know-it-all way. Ron just rolled his eyes and turned back to Verlieren, as if still expecting an answer.
"Yes, I suppose, we eat food in Germany. I like Reuben Sandwiches and Sauerkraut better though." She responded with a slight shrug.
"Oooh! Oooh!" Ron interrupted, "What do you call a German hippie! Give up? FLOWER KRAUT!" he burst into a fit of giggles, turning bright red, while Hermoine turned and glared at him, whispering that he was being very insensitive, "just like a man." Ron smiled his best smooth smile, and said, "Do you think I'm...manly Hermoine? Do you want me?"
"That is so not funny Ron," she said, jabbing him in the side with her elbow, "I am definitely not in the mood. I apologize in advance for anything emotionally scarring Ron says to you."
"No, it's ok. Verlieren said, fighting back giggles, "He reminds me of my brother." She felt a rush of intense pain. She remembered it. Bright lights, a loud boom, and someone screaming. She hoped it wasn't too late.
She was brought suddenly back to reality by an announcement that they would be arriving in Hogwarts in a matter of minutes. Packing her tear soaked and mascara stained pillow into her bag, she zipped the striped bag and hoisted it onto her shoulder.
"Nice meeting you," said Harry, lifting himself from the seat.
"Yes, nice seeing you also." Verlieren replied softly.
"Maybe I'll see you around, I'm in Gryffindor, so you never know."
"I suppose so." She smiled gently, getting up and exiting through the small door. So she was here, and so was Harry.