Clouds of steam erupted from the chimney of one Hogwarts Express as it pulled into Platform 9 ¾, Kings Cross Station, London, England. As soon as the train drew itself to a hault,a figure slipped on board. Practically a shadow, the figure, obviously female, clambered through the still lonesome compartments, settling into one near the very back of the train.
Enter Kaoti Delora Braddock.
A baggy t-shirt fell from her shoulders to well past her waist; showing no more skin than necessary; baggy black cargos neatly fitting in the general area of her hips. The pale skin, akin to a saucer of milk, of her bare arms, neck and face was all to apparent where the t-shirts material didn't stretch. Her eyes, a psychotic forestry green, and lips were outlined and shaded in with some variety of black makeup. Around her neck hung black, heavy headphones, silent, at the moment, but will no doubt be blaring some sort of loud, wailing music in moments to come. Some changes had occurred to Kaoti over the summer – the heavy, almost maniacal piercing of both ears, which now sported silver studs and rings carved with Celtic designs – racing up her fleshy lobe to her cartilage, and of course the rarely un-concealed tattoo of a paw print with claws at the base of her neck, slightly to the left. God it had hurt.
Glancing around the empty compartment with her very feline-like green eyes, Kaoti tugged nervously at her hair. That was one of her nervous habits, see? That, and biting her lip to draw blood…well; at least she didn't' chew her nails. That would cause complications, seeing as her nails were her prized…possession; long black claws on slender, skeletal fingers.
Finding no one, obviously, about, Kaoti rolled the hem of her top up slightly, the pale, cold fingers of her dominant left hand tracing bruises and scars that chased each other around – mocking her with painful memories. This was why she turned into 'Killer' Kaoti. Ever since being orphaned then 'adopted' (more like picked off the streets,) she'd endured physical and mental abuse – and, recently, sexual abuse.
The slight padding of feet told her her black Bombay cat was restless. The bond between Kaoti and the egotistical tomcat was powerful – and he was no muggle-born-and-bred housecat. Nightshade, the cat, acted as fabled familiars would, protecting Kaoti (making him seem more like a guard dog than a cat,) and even talking to her mentally – a trick he could use to anyone he felt should be honoured by his complaints. Still, Nightshade was Kaoti's only friend.
Sighing quietly, the girl reclined in the hard seats of the train, closing her feline eyes as she shifted to make herself comfortable; feeling a soft thud and a low, rumbling sound – her cat companion had claimed her lap as his bed, curling with his luxuriously long tail curled over his pink nose and silver whiskers; yet his large green and amber eyes remained open; watching…always watching.
Which was a good thing; really. Up on his paws before the group of giggling girls even touched the compartment door; the movement of the cat woke Kaoti with a start. A light sleeper – but it had it's uses. Shifting her weight, she curled her legs underneath her so she sat cross-legged, restraining her cat in her lap with a hand gripping each shoulder and foreleg, waiting with a hunters patience.
The door slid open.
Licking her upper lip with her pink tongue, Kaoti put on a face of utter, twisted evil – her darkly painted upper lip curling up and away from her white, small teeth - a mockery of a snarl plastered on human features; her shoulders hunched and rolled forwards with her violent green eyes gleaming. She knew how to look scary – she'd tried to master the art half her life.
The tallest girl who entered was in Kaoti's year; the other two who followed her probably siblings, from the matching, freckle-splattered faces and the same laughing blue eyes…and lets not forget the same curly brown hair. It irritated Kaoti to no end, mind, even though the three girls seemed to ooze general good-natured-ness.
Perhaps that was what was so annoying about it all.
The first girl glanced at Kaoti, taken aback briefly by the girls apperance. Despite being in the same year, and probably some of the same classes, the brunette probably paid as much attention to Kaoti as an airplane did to a boat. "Uh; hi," she offered warily, shuffling herself and her sisters in. "You don't mind, do you? We wanted to sit together, and – "
"Actually, it's all full," Kaoti said in a dead serious voice..despite looking like a madwoman.
"But..it's empty," the brunette pointed out, pausing in her acsenion into the compartment anyhow.
"Oh no, don't you see them?" Kaoti started, lips twisting cruelly. "All my friends are sitting here. Look. There's Whiskers, and there's Satin…and theres the one that chewed that Hufflepuffs arm off; Comet, isn't it? Oh you /are/ a prett - " she stopped when she heard the compartment door slam. Smirking to herself, Kaoti leant back into the hard train seats and closed her eyes once more, stroking Nightshade under the chin.
Hufflepuffs, she thought wryly as she felt herself drifting off. The only house that would believe in a compartment full of ghost cats.
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the authors words of wisdom: what do you think? x3 please r/r.
Also, JK Rowling owns everything of harry potter; places, themes, characters...i only own the well-mannered Kaoti Delora Braddock and her innocent cat Nightshade.