The train ride over went amazingly smooth; we were driven past stunning scenes of pure lakes with rippling, almost glass like surface that shone clearly in the daylight. As night pounded in from all sides, the carts sped through winding deserts with naught but dryness to offer.
Time bore on. I found myself becoming quickly aquatinted with Marsha. She had beautiful dark brown locks that were more than wavy but not quite curly. Her bubbly laughter filled a room in second, bouncing happily off of the walls and leaving a ringing sound echoing faintly. She had chocolate eyes that you could almost swim in; they sparkled as she spoke and you could almost see the light die as she became bored or sad.
"Marsha," I began to question ever so softly, my curiosity grasping hold of me. "Why haven't I heard of you? You're a fun, outgoing person and you're truly yourself! I mean, I feel like I've known you forever."
She sighed and looked down at her feet. "I… I had a bad run in, in my second year. I was having troubles… Things kept crossing through my mind. Where do I fit in? How do I impress people? You get the point. That's when I met a boy… There is a phrase that goes 'the girls always want to make the bad boys good', but I think it's the almost the other way around. It should be 'the boys want to make the good girls bad'. Anyway…"
I bit my lip, calmly waiting for her to continue.
"You have to promise me you won't think differently of me," she whispered. Her eyes had found mine, and the look she shot me was almost begging; pleading, even.
I stared back. "Nothing you say could change my mind on what I said before."
"All right," she grimaced. "This guy gave me some pills I remember him saying, 'do you want to have fun or not?' So I took the pills, simple as that… then I got carried away and brought some of my own and took more and more until even the teachers knew something was wrong. I was sent to Headmaster Dumbledore and let's just say that I'm lucky I'm even still at Hogwarts, much less on this trip."
"I won't ask you to explain yourself," I promised. "I know people have their reasons, no matter the situation of belief. What's done is done and it's in the past. I'm fine with it."
Her smile lit up the room. Wrapping me in a hug, she squealed, "you're awesome!"
Just then, the door creaked open. Draco Malfoy and a munchkin about the height of four feet two inches stood 'towering' over us.
"Oops," Malfoy sneered. "I do hope I'm not interrupting anything."
"Could I have just one train ride or maybe a whole day with out you in my face? You may be cute, but you're as annoying as Hell." I cried, slamming the door.
Marsha's eyes grew wide just as mine did.
My mouth dropped open. "Did I just call him cute?"
Out in the hallway, Draco was wondering the same thing.