Chapter 9:
Hermione Granger. That was the girl's name. I was very wrong; I thought she would be stupid and clueless because she unwillingly let me sit next to her. Not thinking of what could happen. But no, she was quite an intellectual girl. She was reading a book, I tried to catch the title; Hogwarts A History.
A boy came running in crying. "Trevor….My Trevor, where is he????" The girl, Hermione, calmly got up. "What are you looking for Neville, your name is Neville right, Longbottom?" She left, talking to the boy, trying to find out who this Trevor was. I was alone, not a problem for me, I was always treated like this. Invisible.
Hermione came back in after about 20 minutes. I was about to ask her what happened. "That boy, Neville Longbottom, lost his pet toad Trevor, awfully sad. I wish I had a pet, an owl would be interesting, you know how they carry letters around, make a good pet I'd say, you have a pet?" She talked a lot. "Yea, I have an owl…" I started. "Oh really, what's it's breed? Name?" I told her it was really small, and that's all I knew about it, I felt quite stupid talking to her, especially when she asked for the owls name, for I completely forgot to name the poor beast.
"Oh, what fun, lets name him together, shall we?" I decided it would be good to name the bird with this girl, even though she was a stranger. She was a nice one. "You said it was miniscule, correct?" I said yes. "What's the colour of the feather… or anything specially unique about it? A pattern on it's chest or something…" I quickly scanned from memory, the owl was somewhere with the rest of the luggage, and I didn't remember much, but wait, there was something peculiar about it's…
"The bird's eyes, they were both different colours!" I remembered both were basically the same, one was a brownish colour, the other, more red-brown. I explained this to her. "well..." She started. "The brown/red reminds me of fire, you?" I told her yes. "Then, well, fire is a stupid name, but something in associates to fire….Embers!" Embers, I liked that, sound more feminine though. And the shopkeeper said this was a male. "No, it wouldn't work, it's a grand name, but the owl's a male." She thought on this for a moment. "Blaise!" she screamed, it was quite loud, but the name sounded fair, and I took it. Blaise. The train stopped. "Are we there?" I looked out, all I saw was a gate, Do Not Enter it said. Everyone else was in awe. "Whoa look at the size of it!" and "I've never been in a castle before" or "It's the most beautiful, I can't wait to see if it's more spectacular on the inside." All of this confused me. A lot. Either I've gone mad, or the rest of the train has. I would feel better knowing I was the one going mad, and I didn't go on board a train filled with loonys.