Chapter 2: Of Mr. Right, And The Wrong About Him

After about five minutes of clamboring through the train I finally found an empty compartment, put my trunk up, and let my black kitten named Seren wander about. It was quite peaceful reading a book from my satchel and watching Seren play with a fly.

My mother bought Seren for me when I turned 16 this past summer. At first, I didn't want a cat because my dog had recently died, but I couldn't resist Seren's saphire eyes and black body with a white tipped tail. Mum said the kitten had a gene disorder that stunted her growth, only letting her become a little bigger than a normal 10 week old kitten. I felt sorry for the kitten and quickly changed my mind about cats.

My accomplishment of zen-like peace was short lived as the compartment door slid open to reveal two tall, identica, bright red haired, hazel eyed boys followed by a boy who looked of African descent with dredlocks and black eyes. I was bewildered at their appearance and immediately asked them who they were.

"I'm Fred Weasley," on of the redheads explained, "and this is my twin brother, George, and of course, our accomplice, Lee Jordan."

"We were wondering," began George (I think), "if we could sit here, seeing as this is the only remotely empty compartment?"

"And maybe invite one or two more people?" Lee added.

"Oh, sure I guess. Let me move my things." I replied. I couldn't very well turn them down if there was nowhere else to sit, even though I would have liked to. I am a very shy person around new people, and now might be the time to make some friends, or enemies if this doesn't go well.

While the three were settling down, two more students came into the compartment. An astonishingly handsome boy with toffee coloured eyes and shorter cut chestnut brown hair introduced himself (in a Scottish accent that fitted him almost too well), "Oliver Wood, Gryffindor quidditch captain." The other student, a girl with plaited brown hair and blue eyes smiled warmly at me, most likely glad she wasn't the only girl in here, and said her name was Katie Bell.

"Oi! Red! (I assumed "Red" was me) What did you say you name was again?" Fred (or it could have been George) asked.

"Dylan Worl." I answered automatically.

"That's an interesting name for a girl. I always thought Dylan was a boy's name," said a cold voice from the door. Everyone in the compartment turned towards the voice. A boy about my age, maybe a little older, with horrible teeth, was smirking at me.

I knew I didn't like him from the moment he said, "Even if you do have a boy's name, what's a pretty girl like you doing with these half-bloods, mudbloods, and blood traitors when you could be with me and all my pureblood friends?"

Not a second after the words came from his mouth, Fred, George, Lee, and Oliver charged at him. Apparently only Oliver had the sense not to beat the boy to a bloody pulp, and instead said, "Flint, save it for the pitch. If I catch you anywhere near here for the rest of the trip, I won't be able to be held accountablt for my actions."

"Flint" apparently got the message, but took one more glance at me, winked, and then sauntered off down the hall. My face must have been somewhere between an angry face, a disgusted face, and a sad face because I received three different responses at the same time.

"That was Marcus Flint, pureblood extrodanaire, and Slytherin quidditch captain, it would be best to stay away from him, for your own sake." -Lee

"Ugh, I can't stand him. He always thinks he's God's gift to women." -Katie

"Are you okay? You seem a little depressed about what he said. He didn't insult you, did he? If he did, I'll show him more pain than he'll ever experience." -Fred and George, switching off.

I guess there's no holding back no holding back now... They seem like they want to be my friends, but what if I get sorted into a different house than they one they are all in?

Hey! What's life without taking a few risks? I'm sure they'll still be your friends even if you're in a different house.

With my mind in battle, I made the neutral decision to tell them only some of the story of my parents.

"Flint saying those things about purebloods and halfbloods kind of strikes deep in my history. My father was a pureblood and when he went to Hogwarts, he was in Ravenclaw. This greatly disappointed his family, who disowned him in his second year. Dumbledore took him under his wing and helped him graduate and become an auror. he hunted many dark witches and wizards, come even his own family. Then he met my mother, an American muggle who believed in the supernatural/magic and moved to America to be with her. The Ministry became upset with him, but found him a job in the muggle Navy in which he could perform magic in order to keep You-Know-Who from spreading his ideas across the ocean. My mother was five months pregnant with me when she was told that my father was killed by You-Know-Who while he was on patrol. My name was a suggestion in the last letter he ever wrote to my mother." I explained.

I didn't tell them my father's real name, the on he had before he met my mother, for I had heard rumours that my real cousin went to Hogwarts. Dumbledore and my mum made an agreement that for my own safety, I was never to mention names other than You-Know-Who's and Dumbledore's when talking to others. I was also to keep as far away as possible from my cousin (if indeed he went to Hogwarts).

There was a silence in the compartment as I finished my story. Thankfully it was broken by Oliver who asked, "So... do you like quidditch?" His eyes wandered up to my Harpies cap, still on my head.

I greatfully sighed inside and went on to explain how much I loved quidditch. Katie's eyes became saucers when I told her my favourite position to play was chaser. I questioned her excitement and she immediately turned to Oliver and said, "Why don't you let Dylan try out for the open chaser position, what with Alicia saying she had to study more this year in order to pass her NEWTs next year. Angelina would be estatic to know that we found a candidate! I'll go tell her now."

Katie said this all extremely fast, I was lucky to catch it. Oliver tried to reason with Katie's rash decision, but it was too late, she was already down the hall. Oliver exhaled loudly and put his head in his hands.

"I forgot all about Alicia quitting. She really wants to be a Ministry of Magic worker. Now I have to redo all my plays I've been working on and schedule tryouts and reschedule practices. Could her decision have come at a worse time?"

It was in that instant Oliver Wood's 98-of-the-time-all-quidditch-captain personality was revealed. Fred, Lee, and George all had the same blank look on their faces as if saying, "I can't believe he's already worked out plays, practices, etc. and ober the summer too. He really is all quidditch, all the time."

My face on the other hand was like this: 00. Looking back on the situation, it seems as though with every potential Mr. Right I've met, there's some major wrong with him too...