Hey everyone. I'm still trying to uphold the promise I made last chapter. Hang in there. Also, while I was writing this I noticed that Neville Longbottom and Nymphadora Lupin have the same initials. It's a sign! Of what, I'm not sure though...

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Neville Longbottom was apprehensive. Neville also felt that he shouldn't use the word apprehensive, without knowing what it meant. He had been listening to his grandmother rattle on about looking after his dad's wand. Neville understood that it was important; it was one of the few things he had inherited from his long insane father, Frank Longbottom, and his wife, Alice, also insane.

Eventually his grandmother finished her lecture of trying to live up to his parents, and Neville got on the train. He had thought 10:15 was too early to be here, and Neville was right. There was no one here apart from the witch who pushed the little cart with lollies on it. Neville thought there was a conductor and a driver, but as with many things in the wizarding world, you just couldn't be sure. So Neville waited.

It was about 15 minutes until people generally started arriving. He'd been one of the earliest there, along with the kids who parents had jobs, or had to be somewhere. Outside the train, Neville could see all the students starting or returning to Hogwarts. He wished his Mum and Dad could have come with him. He hoped they'd be proud. Right outside the compartment he'd chosen, there was a girl with extremely bushy hair.

She talked very fast. Her hair was brown. As far as Neville could tell she was a Muggleborn and for some reason, her parents kept going on about looking after her teeth. Are all Muggles dental-obsessed? He wondered. The girl smiled one last time at her parents, and took her trunk and herself onto the train. Neville suddenly realised he couldn't see Trevor anymore.

"Damn!" he muttered.

Neville looked in the above spaces where trunks were kept, but there was no trevor the toad to be found. he was looking under the seats when a weirdly familiar voice shattered his thoughts.

"Excuse me," it said. Neville lifted his head up and smashed it on the bottom of the seat. It was feminine and fast-ish. Neville got up and looked at the intruder. It was the girl from outside the window.

"Are you alright?" she asked, brow furrowed. Neville rubbed his head.

"Getting there," he answered.

"I'm Hermione Granger," she told him.

"Neville, Neville Longbottom," he replied, head still hurting a little bit.

"Are you pure-blood?" asked Hermione.

"Um, yeah, I am. How'd you know that?" he peered around Hermione's body, through the door.

"Oh I did a little summer reading... you know..." she trailed off.

"Not really, I don't read a lot of books," Neville shrugged apologetically.

"Well, you wouldn't need to, you already know lots about this world," she gestured to the room in general.

"True," he agreed. He stood on his tiptoes.

"Are you looking for something?" asked Hermione, peering at him oddly.

"Yeah, my toad, Trevor, he's dark green and has a patch of lighter skin that looks like a T on his forehead," Neville described.

"Do you want me to help you look for him?" She seemed really nice. Maybe they could be friends.

"Okay. I'll see if anyone in the nearest compartments has seen him," Hermione said. "Keep looking in here,".

"Alright,". Hermione left the compartment, and Neville turned to the room. He hoped he hadn't lost Trevor. He was a present from Uncle Algie. Neville also hoped that Hermione hadn't just ditched him.

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So, what do you guys think? It didn't turn out like I thought it would. But then, I have no actual plan as I'm writing this so that's probably why. Vote on the next chapter on my profile!

Over and out, Katie