I was holding my tank top in hand as I began to rush from the carridge, but someone grabbed my arm, and yanked me back inside. It was the bushwoman. I still didn't like her! I put on an air of superiority, and as much know-it-all-ness I could muster, and turned around to face her.
"Yes?"
"Ginny was looking for you--why don't you sit down with us for a while?"
"Nawh, it's…" My higher matureness was wearing off rapidly, and I stole a glance at the toned green-eyed teenager. "Yeah, k…"
Sadly, the bushgirl pushed aside the redhead and sat me down in between her and him. My eyes darted from side to side, and I could feel the silence causing awkwardness all round.
"Erm…How about that local sports team? I hear they suck!"
"What?"
"Yeah, never mind…Must only say that in Canada…"
"Yeah, I guess." A the peaky looking redhead with a long nose (RON! Remember his name!) seemed confused but wanted to appear smart.
The green-eyed boy grinned at me shyly before speaking animatedly with Ron again.
I interrupted their conversation.
"I'm Mandy."
"What?"
"I'm Mandy, who are you?"
"Ron Weasley…"
"Right, I knew that one."
"And you?" I looked over to bushgirl.
"Hermione Granger."
Hermione? Weird name too. I still didn't like her. Henceforth, I told myself, I would call her bushwoman.
"Annd you?" I looked over to a gawky looking, dark haired boy, and smiled kindly, as he looked nervous. Moreover constipated, but that was beside the point.
"N-Neville Longbottom." I suppressed giggles and wondered if he was always so shy.
Turning again, I found my eyes rest upon a strange sight indeed. With unrecognizable necklaces and earrings, and a strangely shaped face, the girl looked somewhat like she belonged in a movie as the misfit. I raised my eyebrows unknowingly, and lowering them quickly, I asked
"Um...What's your name?"
"Luna Lovegood." What is this, the hotspot for weird-ass names? She seemed a bit off, but like she'd know something.
Looking around the carridge, I realized that the handsome, green-eyed boy was the only person left to ask.
"aaahhh" I had tried to speak, but something had caught in my throat. I thought it would be strange indeed to try to ask him his name then, so I stared at the floor, disappointed.
"That's Harry!" Said Ron, accusingly. "You didn't ask him his name!"
"Oh, right…Uh hi Harry, sorry about that."
"Jesus woman, just leavin people out."
"Sorry Ron, I was just so…taken back by your astounding good looks." He blushed. My usual sassiness was returning, and my stomach began to grumble. I wanted to ask if I could get food from anywhere, but I felt uneasy asking any of the people in the carriage. Better to be low maintenance in mind when you first meet people might have been my motto. But I was starving. I stole a glance at Harry, and he seemed to have realized my famish, for he was studying me holding my stomach discreetly.
"Hungry?" He asked. I was in love with him, I decided, and soon, he would take me to an other carridge in which he would give me the best sex of my life and a few love children.
"Yeah, uh…It's okay though…"
"Here, the lunch trolley is going by."
"Fuuck…Don't you have some crazy currency here? Yeah I'll pass, didn't exactly go get a pot of gold before I came."
"Oh…"
My stomach gave out a resounding gurgle just as the lady came to us, and I looked down, bashfully embarrassed at my lack of money and my huge amount of hunger…That boy with the baby blues, Draco, looked well off--I thought he might have bought me something…
When I looked up, though, Ron had his arm extended with a squished-looking sandwich in it, filled with an unknown substance. I, being the ravenous and polite person I was, grabbed it and immediately had the entire thing shoved into my mouth and down my throat.
"Fanx…" I said, still chewing it.
He blushed some more. Bushwoman looked pissed, and I was smugly happy about it. Why in the world would he, a handsomely lanky and oh-so-charming redhead go for a cavewoman? Now really, I just couldn't put up with that.
