I'm a freaking Harry Potter fanatic! It's one of the best wizard type books ever! And movies, of course.
You know how nervous you can get when your on a train on the way to a giant castle to learn magic? Extremely. Take me for instance. I'm a bloody nervous wreck! What if I made a bad impression on my first day? What if I got chosen for a house that I didn't want!? What if...
"Hello. May I sit in here?" My thoughts were interrupted as a girl with pale skin and brown hair looked into my little room here on the train.
"Sure. I was getting a bit lonely, anyway." I responded. She smiled and walked in, sitting down right across from me.
"I'm Estrella Scamander." She stuck out her hand.
"I'm Kane Colornis." I said, shaking her hand. We stayed silent for a little bit. Finally one of us spoke. her specifically.
"What ya reading?" She asked.
"Oh, this? A book on animagi. Not the process of becoming one, just the uses and varieties. it also mentions werewolves, but only briefly. I finished it already." I said. She smiled.
"I like animals. It would be nice to be an animagus. Then I could communicate with animals. See what they think of us." She said. I nodded.
"You wanna give this a read?" I asked. She smiled once again.
"Yes, please. Thank you." She said, and I handed her the book. We were quiet for the rest of the train ride.
Hogwarts was bloody huge! I mean, I knew it was big, but not that big! It made Buckingham Palace look like a small cottage! And that was just the castle! What about the grounds I mean, the Forbidden Forest itself was large, so put it all together, and... wow...
But enough about that. How about I skip to the sorting ceremony, since nothing truly interesting happened on the boat ride.
Something interesting happened during the sorting ceremony, though. Allow me to give you the details.
So, I was placed in Gryffindor, which is good, I guess. Anyway, as the last person got sorted, there was a bang. Not a gun bang, ore a spell bang, but a firework bang. A red firework exploded over the dining area and three green ones followed it. A blue one exploded and when it went BANG! A boy on a broomstick appeared from it and started firing off more from his wand. Finally, he landed next to me. He looked at me and grinned, then kept grinning and looked at everybody else.
"That's enough!" shouted the headmaster. The boy landed again and sat next to me.
"Did you enjoy the show?" He said, looking at me again. I nodded.
"Good. I'm like that year round, no exceptions. If I'm out, I have someone do stuff for me. It's a strange thing, my friend. Oh, and I'm Max by the way. And your Kane, right?" He said. I nodded.
The rest of the night was rather boring. The next morning, however, was exciting again. Our first class was Care of Magical Creatures. And, well, the teacher thought it smart to bring a dragon in it's pre-teens. How had he even convinced the headmaster?
"I am Professor Clevrenry. And this is Scaly. Not a very clever name, I know. I didn't name it. But it is trained to be harmless unless threatened." The professor said.
I looked at Scaly. He was beautiful, in a strange sort of way. I wonder what kind of dragon he is?
"This is a Norwegian Ridge Back. Who wants to pet him?" He said the last part with a grin, and was probably joking. I raised my hand anyway. He looked a bit taken aback. He waved me over, anyway, though.
"Where does he like to be pet?" I asked.
"Between the rider's spike and the one behind it." He said, pointing to a spike smaller than the rest. I nodded and pet him there. He looked back at me with a curious eye. He patted his tail on the ground. I smiled and got the sudden urge to...
"Don't you dare climb on." The professor said. I nodded and went back to my group.
"Your insane." A boy next to me said, "Completely bonkers. But that's alright. I am, too. Just, in a different way." I smiled.
"Alright! I know my bravest person, at least for now." The professor said, "Scaly is a big softy, that's for sure. He wouldn't hurt a fly. Or a first year student." A few of us smiled. The rest were not amused. The rest of class was learning about how to take care of a dragon. Big lesson for first year students. Way big.
Next was potions class. It was obviously going to be boring.
"Hello class! Today we will be learning to brew a cure for common poisons!" The professor, Professor Bazolar. Told you it would be boring... I'm gonna spare you this part, and the rest, till we reach Defense Against the Dark Arts. The guy teaching was very... creepy, to put it simply. He wore a metal ringed eye patch over his right eye, a black overcoat, a black shirt, and black pants.
"I am Professor Angemortil(Derived from angelis mortis, or, translated from latin to english, the angel of death. Just thought I would explain that.) I am an ex-auror. I am tough as nails and won't go easy on you. so get used to it now." He growled. At the end, it sounded like he literally growled. Probably my imagination, "I'm going to be blunt about this. I'm a werewolf. I was aloud to work here because I'm a werewolf. All better for a werewolf to teach you about his own kind than a guy who knows nothing about. And yes, your parents have been informed of this." He finished as a girl raised her hand.
I raised my hand as well. The professor's head snapped toward me.
"What is it, child?" He said. I smiled.
"When will we be learning about werewolves? And will we be learning about there wolf offspring?" He looked almost surprised when I mentioned that werewolves have full wolf offspiring. By he looked surprised, I mean he raised an eyebrow and studied me.
"Today. We will start today. And we will touch on the subject of their offspring only slightly." He studied me again, "What is your name, boy?"
"Kane, sir. My name is Kane." I said with a smile. After that, the rest of the class was just a preview of the lessons to come. Then came transfiguration, which brought boredom, again.
So, what did ya'll think?