Chapter 2

Disclaimer: Do I have to do this for every chapter? Not mine, not mine, not mine. Only Aurelia and the plot are mine. Now go read.

As we came through the wall to Platform 9 and ¾, we heard the whistle on the train blow.

"Hurry, Aurelia!" My mother gave me a push towards the train, and then grabbed me back in a huge, rib-crushing hug. "Be good, have fun!"

"Yes, Mom." I ran off, then realised I had forgotten my trunk. Back I went, grabbed the trunk, hugged my mother again, and hurried off to the train.

After loading my trunk onto the Hogwarts Express, I chose a seat in an empty compartment. I wasn't feeling bold enough to sit with other students I didn't know just yet. Soon, a gang of giggling girls, who looked to be around my age, joined me.

One of the girls, with long, dirty blond hair and lively green eyes introduced herself as Anetta.

"Do you mind if we sit here? I'm Anetta, by the way."

"Of course I don't mind." I smiled shyly at her.

One of the other girls turned to me.

"Are you from somewhere else? You have an accent." She giggled, and sent her curly hair bouncing.

"Yeah, I'm from Canada. Montreal, actually."

"Ooh, really? Do you speak French?"

I smiled again. "Sort of. Enough to hold a conversation."

"Oh, speaking of French, guess where I went this summer!" A tall freckled girl grinned excitedly at her friends.

Soon they were all gossiping about their summers. A few times, Anetta tried to coax me into the conversation, but I was content sitting and listening to the chatting. Rain spattered the windows, and we started passing through the countryside. It was that sort of weather where the air feels fresh, and chilly, but not cold, and not unfriendly. It makes one want to dance with no shoes on in a field.

After a while, I started listening to my MMP (magical music player). It was modelled off some electronic thing called an mp3, and was apparently very popular with muggle teens.

An hour later, the tea trolley came to our compartment. Anetta bought about 40 chocolate frog packages. When I asked her what they were, she was stunned.

"Don't you have these in Canada? They're called chocolate frogs, and in each package there is a card with a great wizard's picture on it." She held up a card as an example. On it was a picture of a wizard with a long white beard and wispy white hair underneath a pointy wizard hat. "That's Albus Dumbledore, our Headmaster at Hogwarts. Here, have a chocolate."

Ummm… yeah, so, next chapter starts at Hogwarts. Should actually get going soon. Hope you liked!

SB