There was a door ajar not that far to the front of the train. I decided to stay a little ways away, but still within earshot. That way I could tell who was in there, a geek that would be easily annoyed, a possible friend and cohort, or someone that needs closer investigation.
As I got to the desired spot, I heard two voices, boys, joking merrily. Needs further investigation. As I approached the compartment, I saw that one boy had flaming red hair, lots of freckles, and a cage containing a fat rat. The other had green eyes, like mine, black hair, a snowy owl, and the tip of something that looked like a scar poking out of his bangs.
"Wow, a scar!" interrupted the young daughter. "How could someone get a scar all the way up there on his forehead?"
"He was cursed." answered the mother, making her voice sound like she was telling some horror story rather than her adventures.
"By who?" she asked eagerly. The mother leaned back in her chair looking at her young enthusiastic child with a taunting look in her eyes.
"Do you really want to know?"
"Yes, yes!" the girl screeched anxiously.
"Then you'll just have to wait." said the mother stubbornly. The girl at her feet began to wine.
"Aww, mom,"
"Do you want to hear the rest of this story?" she reprimanded.
"Yes." admitted the small girl in defeat.
"Then be patient." the mother said authoritatively, before continuing.
"Hey you guys. What 'cha talk'n 'bout?" I asked casually.
"Huh? Oh, nothing." said the boy with black hair.
"So, what are your names?" I said, trying to start an innocent-sounding conversation.
"I'm Ron Weasly and this is my friend Harry Potter." said the boy with red hair, Ron.
"Well, well. Harry Potter. So, you're the one who defeated Lord Voldemort?" I said, sounding impressed.Ron winced.
"Yeah, that's me. Ron why do you keep wincing at Voldemort's name?" Harry asked.
"Everyone does. Everyone's still scared of him." he answered, a small shiver coursing up his spine.
"Uh huh," I said skeptically. "So Harry, do you remember your parents at all?"
"No, I was only a baby."
"And how do you feel about that? Miss them at all? What's it like not to have both parents?" I said this acting like one of those psychiatrists.
"I don't miss themall that muchbecause I never knew them. I guess I don't like not having parents 'cause I have to live with the Dursleys." he seemed like he was getting a little bit annoyed with all my questions.
I didn't like this much. This was a new type. I thought that acting the psychiatrist would annoy him but I wasn't sure. He wasn't a snob like Malfoy that I could insult or a geek like Hermy that I could pick on. I didn't want to give the wrong impression either. I decided to act just plain mean. Not preppie mean, the other kind of mean.
"That makes it sound like you don't like your parents at all." I said, in a totally new tone.
"That's not true." he said, getting a little defensive.
"Well it sure sounds like it." I started to do a mock imitation fo him. "Oh, look at me! I don't care about my parents at all. I hate them. The only good they would have done if they were alive is to get me away from the Dursleys."
"STOP THAT!" he yelled.(Seems really touchy on that subject.) He and Ron were on their feet.
"Make me."I retorted.I wasn't scared of him, or his friend. They were even wimpier than those two bodyguards.
"Okay, I will." said Ron, advancing on me. He tried to punch me in the nose, but I ducked and gave him a sharp elbow in the gut. It knocked the wind out of him and I shut the door before that Potter boy put himself in a position to get hurt.
Man this train is slow! I've still got at least an hour left! There's another compartment open a ways down the train. Better check out who else there is to bother.