Even though Tamaki had had no prior magical training, she was confident that she could be as skilled as the next wizard given a little time and a lot of encouragement. As she waited on the train for it to arrive at Hogwarts, she pondered these thoughts.
Suddenly, her compartment door swung open, and in charged a very tall blond boy in black robes. He stepped in and sat down, staring at her. She stared back, appalled at his lack of manners.
"Who are you?" she said Frenchly.
He sneered. "What are you, French?" He spat.
She stared. "You deed not answer mon question. Et, oui, je suis francaise." She glared back at him, daring him to question her again.
He rose his eyebrows in admiration. Wow, some girl is actually talking back to me, he thought to himself. "All right. I'm Draco Narcissus Malfoy. You can call me Sir Malfoy. For now."
"Of course not. I veel call you Draco." She challenged.
"Fine," he gave in, "but what's your name, then?"
Her eyebrows rose at that. She did not know, for sure, her true name. But she had always gone by Tamaki, being told at the orphanage that this was the name her mere had dubbed upon her before abandoning her."Tamaki," she replied.
He wrinkled his nose. "I thought you were French? That's Japanese."
She rolled her eyes. "But, of course, I am 'alf japonois," she replied, not knowing the English term for Japanese.
"So what year are you in?" Drawled Draco.
"But, of course, I am een my seez year. Zough I am only feefteen." She clarified.
"Oh, Mudblood Granger will have a fit with you. So you're smart enough to skip a year? Hopefully you'll be in Slytherin – that's my house – though more likely Ravenclaw. Slytherin is the best house, by the way." Draco, at the end of his speech, had moved to sit next to her.
Suddenly, in stormed Harry Potter – Tamaki had read all about him in the latest edition of Hogwarts, A History - and some other girl with frizzy brown hair and a redhead with a smudge on his nose.
"You 'ave got some dirt on your nose, you know." She pointed out.