Samantha ran as fas as she could to get away from what had happened.
"How could I have been such a moron?" She thought to herself, "Way to make a first impression." Having just relocated from her "home" in New Jersey to England made her feel even more uneasy than she already did. She hadn't been on the train for more than 5 minutes and she already made a fool of herself.
Harry watched as she ran down the compartment and into the next. She was different, unique. There was something about her that drew his thoughts to her. Not a crush, more of a curiosity. She was plain, but she had eyes like he had never seen before. They were a unique color gray-blue that he had never seen in his lifetime. Those eyes burned into his memory, haunting him more and more each moment.
"Harry, you okay mate? You look a little out of it," Ron said.
"Yea I'm fine. Just a little...fazed," Harry replied, still gazing down the compartment hallway.
"I suppose we oughta get into our school robes," Ron said complacently, "we're almost at school."
"Yea I suppose so," Harry replied, pulling the robe over his head.
