As the carriages finally arrived at the banks of the river, Heather was slow to leave. She sat dead in her seat as Courage, Charn, and then Braiden all left the carriage.

"Aren't you coming?" Braiden asked as he stopped to wait for Heather.

"Yeah, go ahead, I'll be right there," Heather whispered.

Heather looked over at the large castle.

"So that's Hogwarts. The great school Ashton and Cammie always rave about," Heather muttered to herself.

Her mind kept screaming at her to go over to the boats but her hands tightly gripped the side of the carriage. All of a sudden, a tall boy with curly brown hair walked by. As he noticed Heather, he slowly stopped to give her another look.

"Are you okay?" the boy wondered.

"Yes I'm fine," Heather squeaked out, making it apparent she had been lying.

The boy slowly boarded the carriage and sat across from Heather. She slowly looked up at the boy. He had a rugged sort of look about him. His brown eyes were dark, but yet so calm while his unruly hair gave him a completely different appearance.

"The name's Digory Thornton," Digory introduced.

"Heather, Mackrell, Heather Mackrell," Heather murmured.

"Why are you sitting here alone?" Digory questioned as he pulled a large red apple from his robe.

"No reason," Heather lied again.

"Oh okay, then. Well you do know they're about to leave."

"So."

"So don't you want to go over there and get on a boat?"

"I don't know."

Digory slowly reached over and pulled Heahter's right hand from the carriage. Then, he did the same to her left. Heather loooked over at her brother to see him and Charn pointing at whispering at her and Digory.

"I'm fine," Heather snapped as she pulled her hands away and lept from the carriage.

"You're a bit of a brat, you know," Digory informed as he too left the carriage.

"And what's that suppose to mean?" Heather asked as she kept her eyes focused on Braiden.

"It means you're rude to those who are friendly to you, you are a brat," Digory explained.

Heather stopped walking and sharply turned around.

"Do not mess with me," Heather threatened, looking Digory squarely in the eye.

"Yes, a brat indeed. I bet you're spoiled also," Digory accused as he continued walking towards the boats.

Heather grabbed Digory's shoulder and quickly spun him around.

"I am not spoiled, I am not rich, I am not a brat, and I am not having this conversation with you!" Heather growled as she pushed Digory out of her way.

"I never said you were rich, but I'm sure you are that too."

"Do you get a kick out of bothering me?"

"I'm not bothering you, I'm simply trying to understand why you don't take to generosity."

Heather ignored the boy and ran off to her brother. After a few minutes, she slowly turned around to find Digory off talking to another group of boys.

"Who was he?" Charn burst in, ruining Heather's train of thought.

"A brat," Heather smiled as she walked past Charn and onto one of the boats.