A/N: Sorry the last chapter was so short. This one will be better.

Train Ride: Part 2

I glanced up. My stormy grey eyes met Harry's piercing green ones. The intensity in those bright emerald eyes forced me to blink. He looked away, his face turn pink with embarassment. He was blushing because I caught him looking at me. Wow. He was cute...

I looked around the compartment. Emma was listening to her headphones and Harry had resumed to staring out the window. Ron and Hermione stepped in. Hermione broke the silence and said

" The train will arrive in 5 minutes. You'd better get changed."

I slipped my robes on over my charcoal grey shirt and black jeans. Emma put hers on too, but left the top unbuttoned so a piece of yellow shirt peeked out.

We hopped off the train and into the station. The air was chilly, so I wrapped my cloak tighter around me. The 5 of us stepped into a horseless carraige. I figured that the carriages moved by magic, so I didn't bother to ask what would pull them. As we bumped along to the road in an awkward silence, I pushed my diary back into my bag. Emma let out a gasp as we stopped in front of a magnificent castle. I knew why. Durmstrang was a large school also, but it was cold and imposing. We were forbidden to speak of it outside of school, and the professors were insensitive. Hogwarts glittered with warmth and friendliness. As we stepped out of the carriage, a tall woman beckoned Emma and I forward.

"Are you Emma and Chloe Richardson?" she said in a low voice.

"Yeah, we are." As usual, Emma spoke first.

"Then you will get into line over here, with the first years." she said tartly.

"Alright, Professor...?"

"McGonagall. Professor McGonagall." She said in her crisp voice.

We filed into line with children a foot shorter than us. Almost two feet smaller for me. Professor McGonagall was reading from a long list.

" Adamson, Gregory!"

A short boys with brown hair trudged over to a stool. He looked as though he were being condemned to eternal doom. Professor McGonagall placed a worn wizard's hat over Gregorys head. The hat crinkled what seemed to be an eyebrow, although it looked like a well-placed wrinkle. After two minutes, the hat shouted

"Ravenclaw!"

The boy gave a sigh of relief and walked over to one of the 4 long tables. The rest of the list continued in a similar fashion, except that instead of just calling "Ravenclaw", the hat also said Slytherin, Hufflepuff, and Gryffindor. I spotted Harry, Ron, and Hermione sitting at one of the tables.

"Richardson, Chloe!" Professor McGonagall broke the chain of thoughts in my head.

I walked up to the stool and sat down. The hat was being placed over my head. It seemed to be speaking to me.

" Hmmm. Troubled past, eh, young one? Clever, yes, but no, not Ravenclaw. Kind, too, but you're not a Hufflepuff. Ah, yes... I know."

He continued like this for what seemed an eternity.

"You'll be..."