Dameon placed all his personals on the rails just above his seat. He had not packed too much, but still there were those select items that he absolutely did not allow out of his sight or in a insecure place.
He hopped down off the cushioned seat, only to sit back down in it, contemplating his fate at the school. Over the years, he had struggled with his wizardry, trying hard to get away from the horrors of his life. Get away to this school, this sanctuary, this haven. It was going to be wonderous.
He smiled at the corners of his lips, glancing out the window as numerous parents bid farewell to their children. His smile slowly faded as he remembered his own parents, remembered their disgust when they first read the letter and their hatred when they learned of him embracing his wizarding side. He sighed and tried not to think too much of them.
The door to the compartment slid open just them. A boy, no older than Dameon, stood there, long black hair brushing his shoulders and neatly groomed, two peircing blue eyes that demanded no more than business. He flashed a smile and stepped inside. "Hello," he siad. "Is anyone else here? No? Good."
He sat down and jerked his head to move his hair away from his face. Dameon brought tentative fingers to his own hair, long and black like this boy's, except it was bushy, tangeled, so long it touched the small of his back. He promised himself that he would clean it, mayber even cut it so it wouldn't look like THEIRS!
"I'm Hydran Black," the boy said holding out his hand.
"Oh, sorry, I'm Baron Dameon DeBarbarack," Dameon replied, shaking his hand.
Hydran pulled it back quickly, as soon as Dameon let go, and wiped it on his pants. "French huh? Must be that exchange program." Dameon nodded, purposely ingnoring the anoyed drawl. "Well, I guess it's alright. Better than putting in mudbloods."
"Excuse me?"
"Oh, the lingo must be different there. A mudblood is a freak who had a muggle parent. Why would Hogwarts even dream of excepting anything other than pure bloods."
"Well, I'm not a pureblood," Dameon said, trying out the word for the first time.
"Oh," Hydran siad, doning a disgusted look that distorted his handsome features.
A voice choked in Dameon's throat at that look, clawing on the inside of his skull, demanding that he do aweful things to this boy. Luckily, they were both saved the trouble as another boy slid open the door.
"Hydran! There you are. Come on, we found a compartment." Hydran smiled in relief and stood to follow him. At the entrance he gave on last look to Dameon, disgusted as he looked him up and down, taking in all his features.
Dameon had to bite hs tongue until it bled to suppress the voice.
He hopped down off the cushioned seat, only to sit back down in it, contemplating his fate at the school. Over the years, he had struggled with his wizardry, trying hard to get away from the horrors of his life. Get away to this school, this sanctuary, this haven. It was going to be wonderous.
He smiled at the corners of his lips, glancing out the window as numerous parents bid farewell to their children. His smile slowly faded as he remembered his own parents, remembered their disgust when they first read the letter and their hatred when they learned of him embracing his wizarding side. He sighed and tried not to think too much of them.
The door to the compartment slid open just them. A boy, no older than Dameon, stood there, long black hair brushing his shoulders and neatly groomed, two peircing blue eyes that demanded no more than business. He flashed a smile and stepped inside. "Hello," he siad. "Is anyone else here? No? Good."
He sat down and jerked his head to move his hair away from his face. Dameon brought tentative fingers to his own hair, long and black like this boy's, except it was bushy, tangeled, so long it touched the small of his back. He promised himself that he would clean it, mayber even cut it so it wouldn't look like THEIRS!
"I'm Hydran Black," the boy said holding out his hand.
"Oh, sorry, I'm Baron Dameon DeBarbarack," Dameon replied, shaking his hand.
Hydran pulled it back quickly, as soon as Dameon let go, and wiped it on his pants. "French huh? Must be that exchange program." Dameon nodded, purposely ingnoring the anoyed drawl. "Well, I guess it's alright. Better than putting in mudbloods."
"Excuse me?"
"Oh, the lingo must be different there. A mudblood is a freak who had a muggle parent. Why would Hogwarts even dream of excepting anything other than pure bloods."
"Well, I'm not a pureblood," Dameon said, trying out the word for the first time.
"Oh," Hydran siad, doning a disgusted look that distorted his handsome features.
A voice choked in Dameon's throat at that look, clawing on the inside of his skull, demanding that he do aweful things to this boy. Luckily, they were both saved the trouble as another boy slid open the door.
"Hydran! There you are. Come on, we found a compartment." Hydran smiled in relief and stood to follow him. At the entrance he gave on last look to Dameon, disgusted as he looked him up and down, taking in all his features.
Dameon had to bite hs tongue until it bled to suppress the voice.