CHAPTER 2- The Train

Before I start, I remind you to R&R!-

Fox pulled her suitcase down the train aisle. She was later, and almost all of the compartments were full. She finally found a compartment. It only had one person in it.

The girl had her nose buried in a magazine. Though Fox couldn't see her face, her black hair was quite visible. It was curly, yet tamed.

The girl looked up from her magazine. "Well, are you going to sit there or not?" she snapped.

"Um, yeah." Fox said hurriedly. She dropped promptly into the red seats.

"Where's your owl?" the girl said, scanning Fox's luggage with her sharp blue eyes.

"I didn't have enough time to buy one."

"Wow. That's new. I was sure you'd be ready months before you came. It's in the Swishtail nature."

"I was. We just forgot about the owl." Fox abruptly paused. "How in bloody heck do you know who I am?"

"Perhaps I know everything."

"Perhaps I'm the Queen of England."

"Wow!" the girl said sarcastically. "That's bloody amazing!"

"What's your name?"

The girl paused, as if pondering the question. "Zrika. Allis Zrika. From India. Call me Allis."

"I haven't heard of the Zrika family."

"You normally wouldn't. No one in my family has done anything brave or valiant. Your family- well, that's a different matter."

Fox nodded. It was true. The Swishtails were known for their loyalty through thick and thin, and the Springers, her mother's side, were known for amazing leadership as well as lightning quick reflexes, as well as tempers.

"Which house do you want to be in?" Allis asked, putting aside her magazine.

"Gryffindor, I'm guessing. My family is known for the consistency of the house assortment. The hat placed all of them in Gryffindor. What about you?"

"I really don't mind. I guess any house is fine."

The chug of the engines rang in Fox's sensitive ears. The snack cart rolled down the aisle to them, and Allis and Fox bought four chocolate frogs and a big box of Bertie Botts' Every Flavor Beans. Luckily for Fox, Allis was the one who encountered the Vomit-flavored jellybean, while Fox got ice-cream and earwax. Fox got quite a laugh out of this, but she stopped laughing when she endured the hostile taste of Smelly Feet Flavor.

Other then that, Allis and Fox didn't talk much. It seemed they didn't really need to talk. They were good enough friends already. Neither one wanted to be so close it hurt if they were ripped away from each other at the sorting.