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Chapter 2-The Tumultous Train Ride (Kareena)

Journal Entry #2

I have met whom I believe to be Lucifer. Well, he calls himself Draco Malfoy.

When I met him, I knew that he was not the right sort. He had a certain charismatic air that I did not wish for. Nor did I wish for his arrogance either. I saw him on Diagon Alley as I was buying my supplies.

I called out to my father, "What do you think? I held up a cauldron that was gilded with silverwork. "What do you think?"

"Maybe," my father looked at the price tag. "No."

I nodded and quietly replied to myself, "The budget." I reached for the cheapest cauldron that I could find. But, the owner shook his head and replied, "That cauldron is liable to leak."

"What about this one?" I pointed at a second-hand one that had caught my eye.

"Ahh." The owner smiled, "I see you have quite the eye. This is the oldest cauldron that we own. It was owned by a wizard named Galgref. He was also a vampire. It exploded in his face and he was never heard of ever again." He shrugged, "Of course, he was making a very lethal potion to gain his life back. If you use it, no harm will come to you."

"This is worse than finding my wand." I smiled and shook my head, "Poor Mr. Ollivander, he has to clean up very often doesn't he."

I noticed a young boy standing in the room looking at the items; touching them as though they were his very own. He had every right to be there. But, I suddenly wished that he were not in the store. He had silver-blonde hair and skin so spotless that it had a certain glow. He seemed too perfect for words.

That is too perfect for me.

I looked away from the boy and decided against buying Galgref's cauldron. I held up the second cheapest cauldron and waited for the owner's advice. But, he was too busy watching the boy with a look of anger mixed with anxiety. I turned around and found that the young boy was staring right back at me. Quickly, I turned to face the owner and cleared my throat. "Sir?" I hastily replied, "This cauldron?"

He turned to me and looked at the cauldron. "That cauldron is one of the best in creation."

"Surely you must be joking." I scoffed and looked at the price-tag, "It's only the second cheapest."

"Oh, dear." The owner looked back at the cauldron in confusion, "I am sorry. It is good for potions, however-"

"That will do." I smiled at the owner. "It is fine for now. I only need it for potions class."

I eyed Galgref's cauldron again and could not leave it behind. It was so intricately laden with silver and onyx. I looked back at it and sighed, "This cauldron is just too beautiful to let go."

"Why not buy both?" The owner smiled brightly as he thought of the incredible sale that he might make.

I looked up at my father and smiled, "Please?"

He nodded and replied, "Okay."

I cannot get that boy out of my mind. I do not mean that in a good way. I feel that there is something wrong with him. Why would the owner have become so fearful of him? I also see that he and I will be going to the same school. He seems a bit older than I. I will soon turn sixteen. I cannot wait until my birthday. Does Hogwarts celebrate birthdays?

Signing off: Kareena Addams

All is silent in my compartment. I quite prefer it that way. Finally, I can get a moments peace. I love this quiet solitude, for, it allows me to think about my mum and

dad and their warmth and kindness to me. Yet, why must they ship me off as if I were a bloody parcel? I only want to be at home with them.

I have left the sliding door open for air and so I can observe the people that pass by. It has been this silent for hours. Not a single soul has passed by and I am forced to stare out the window at all the dense foliage. The country side is so green that it reminds one of a giant salad without the dressing. It is so silent that I can hear my stomach rumbling.

"I should not have refused the food off of the trolley," I think to myself. "But, all they had were sweets."

I open up my sketch book and take out my enchanted quill. I watch the enchanted quill draw a picture of a vampire that is wearing a long black cape and a black suit. "Green eyes," I reply to my quill. In a flash, the quill changes color as it fills in the iris's of my subject. The enchanted quill is a great tool for wizards that are too busy to draw but have the idea of what they would like to illustrate in their minds. The enchanted quill reads ones mind and simply begins to draw. But, here is the best thing, you can talk to the creation. You get to converse with your drawing and sometimes, they can even jump off of the page to meet you.

I look down at my drawing and find that he is no longer on my page. I hear a shrill scream in the compartment next to mine. I cringe as I whisper, "You were supposed to talk only to me."

Soon enough, I find that there is a crowd of girls running away from the my creation. My thoughts call out to him as I reply, "I beckon you to come forth."

He stops chasing the girls and walks into my compartment. "I set you loose." I raise my chin up and stand up to display authority. "Were you searching for your creator?"

"No." The vampire hisses, "I was searching for a meal. You, however, do look rather tasty."

I roll my eyes and clutch the wand inside my cloak. I quickly remember the way to estinguish an enchanted drawing that has gone wrong. I grab the piece of sketch paper on which I had drawn him and rip it in half. The vampire vanishes into nothingness and I sigh as I slump into my seat.

Startled by a rustling noise, I gasp and peer out of the corner of my eye at the open compartment door. There is a boy watching me and he is leaning against the sliding door with a sly smirk upon his lips. It was the boy from the shop.

His arms are crossed defensively and his chin is raised in a cocksure manner. I look away from him and decide to focus my attention on the country side again. But, I fear that he will not go until he gets the attention that he thinks he deserves. Was he one of those children? Was he an only child that had been pampered since the day that he was born?

"What," I reply as I look out the window, "are you staring at?" I turn my gaze away from the green pastures and glare at the boy.

He smirks and runs a hand through his yellow-white hair as though it were actually out of place. He walks into my compartment as if he owns the bloody train. "Not much," he sardonically replies.

"Well, if I'm not much then stop looking," I snap as I turn away from his steely gaze.

The boy sits down across from me. His countenance has taken on a more serious tone. His face softens as he tries his best to put on a polite act. I feel that he is not the right sort. There is something wrong with his mind. He reminds me of this old black and white horror movies. What was that horror movie called? The Bad Seed, that was the movie.

"I'm Draco Malfoy."

I raise an eyebrow up and just stare right back at him. I knew what his next question was going to be. It was inevitable, for, this was a generic conversation.

"And you're new here?" He continues as though he hardly notices the fact that his presence disgusts me. "Probably-"

"None of your business." I dryly reply as I look out the window at the Salad World.
"My father is Lucius Malfoy," Draco warns me as though I should be afraid.

"Really," I continue to stare out the window and sarcastically retort, "congratulations."

"Do you know of him," Draco asks trying his best to be polite.

"No."

There is silence for awhile as I continue to look out the window. I turn away from the window and find that his pleasant countenance has been stripped away. He is now seething in hostility. He purses his lips in his anger and then sneers, "You will pay for-"

"Pay for what?" I turn to him and scoff, "We have not made a bet."

I know that this boy is not the type that I would want on my side. But, I also do not want him as my enemy. I know this sort. I have observed his kind before. From experience, I know that one can never benefit from becoming his friend. He is the type

that is always wanting his way. He is the type of boy that I would most likely protect myself from.

I realize though that I cannot always avoid his kind as well as enemies.

I stand up from my seat and politely nod towards the open door. "If you do not mind."

Draco glares at up at me and replies through clenched teeth, "It would be my pleasure."

He stands up and stalks out of my compartment. He does not look back and so, I do not fear watching him leave. But, I do fear my growing intrigue towards him. "No." I think to myself, "Be sensible. He is not the right sort." He walks further and further away from me as his black cloak billows around him and all I can do is take a deep

breath in. He pushes a girl with bushy brown hair aside. She rolls her eyes and runs to catch up with her two friends, a boy with round-rimmed glasses and a boy with hair so red that it reminds one of fire.

My eyes widen as I completely forget about Draco Malfoy. The brochure was telling me the truth. "The brochure children," I whisper to myself.

I watch Draco stalk off and think, "I cannot believe that I have to go to school with that moron."

My thoughts are disrupted as a tiny bell rings in my compartment. I never noticed that there was a bell in here before. I squint as I notice a little piece of paper hanging off of the bell. Was this a note of some kind? I tore the paper off from the bell and read it. It read: Join me for dinner.

Join who for dinner?

The writing faded and with it came another response: Everyone will be there. For, it is going to be dinner time soon.

Who had sent me this note? Who was sending me these messages?

I walk out out my compartment to see if there is anyone that has noticed this strange occurance. But, all I see is Draco Malfoy and his two goons that he calls his friends, staring right back at me. His two friends laugh as they tap a slip of notebook paper with his wand. For, everytime he taps the slip of notebook paper the message upon my unrippable slip of paper changes. I send Draco a glare and slam the compartment door shut.

I lean against the shut compartment door. I look down at the paper in my hands. It replies: Shyness will never get you anywhere. Especially in Slytherin.

I rip the paper to pieces and throw it on the ground. But, I watch in horror and amazement as all the pieces join together again. The letter responds: Isn't unrippable paper the greatest?

"I can't believe I have to go to school with him."

I open the window and toss the paper away. Soon, I find that the bell has vanished. Slowly, I open the compartment door and no longer do I see Draco and his friends. The trolley stops by my compartment and though I am enticed by the sweets, I refuse. Soon, all the students rush towards my compartment for the trolley and I get a good look at all of them. The boy with red hair looks over at me and nudges another boy, for, I am the new student. The boy with the round-rimmed glasses looks up in curiosity from his armful of sweets and then looks back down. He mutters something to the boy with red hair and soon, the trolley moves on its way.

I close the compartment door. For, my next stop is Hogwarts.

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