I turned my glance towards Draco. We had been flying for a nearly thirty minutes. The sun was shinning brightly behind the clouds. Ghostbusters was the in-flight movie being played. I noticed that he was sneering at the muggles nearby him.
"Draco," I began. He turned his head to look at me. "How come we aren't traveling by magic to England?" I asked.
"Because it's too long a distance," Draco replied. "You'd probably end up losing an arm or something from your inexperience."
"Oh I see," I responded. "Why do you hate muggles and witches who might not be pureblood?" I asked curiously.
He just stared at me curiously. "Because," he muttered", they are inferior."
"Just because of a blood line?" I asked surprised by this ideal.
"Why do you care anyway?" Draco spat at me. "You're most likely a muggle born or," he stopped himself from saying the last word.
"Or what?" I asked. I was intrigued by this new world, and wanted to know everything.
"Mudblood," Draco muttered under his breath. Draco was surprised at my indifferent reaction. He shook his head. "It's supposed to be an insult," he informed me.
"Oh," I said nodding. I still didn't quite understand, but figured Cissy could tell me about it later.
The flight continued without any problems. We finally landed in London England. I was still in awe about being in this place, so far from home. I did my best to hide my enthusiasm, but was failing miserably. We made are way through the large airport. Once we were outside, I noticed that it was night time.
"We have things to do," Mr. Malfoy said. "I'll you see you later."
"See you at school," Draco muttered to me.
I watched them closely. They took a few steps and glanced around to make sure no muggles were watching. Then they turned and just disappeared. I blinked a few times trying to figure out what had just happened. Snape noticed my mystified expression.
"Its called disapparation," Snape informed me. "You're still too young to attempt it though."
"Oh," I replied. I help my suitcase tightly in my hands and wondered how we were going to get to wherever it was we were going.
I followed him toward the street. He managed to get a hold of a taxi. I put my suitcase in the trunk and got inside. The cab drove us through the streets of London. I stared out the window in awe. I was amazed by the appearance of this place. I watched the people walking through the streets, and glimpsed at the buildings. We drove by Big Ben, I was more than impressed. My new goal was to come out to London and live here.
The cab stopped at a some what familiar street. Snape paid off the muggle driver. I got my suitcase from the trunk and he drove off. We were standing in front of a small scruffy pub concealed between a large book store and a record store. I read the small old worn sign that read The Leaky Cauldron. Once the cab drove off we walked inside.
The place was looked worn down. It had a large fire place, several tables, and a bar off to the right. I noticed a few witches and wizards smoking and drinking. I tried not to stare. I remembered how Miss Fingles hated it when anyone stared at her while she drank.
"We're going to stay here for the night," Snape informed me. "Then you can do your school shopping in the morning."
"Thank you," I said.
I noticed the sides of his lips curl upwards. He walked around me to talk to the bartender. I glanced at the large fireplace. I was surprised that a lot of witches and wizards would come to such a place. I shrugged it off and waited patiently. Seconds later Snape handed me a key. He told me that in the morning I would find Cissy and that her and her family would be able to help from there. I nodded and said thank you one last time. He left me alone in the Leaky Caldron.
I walked up some creaky steps and found room 12. I put the key inside the keyhole and turned it. The door opened and I walked inside closing the door behind me. I let my suitcase rest on the floor. I sat down on the bed. The room was cozy yet was still just as shabby as the bar. I lay on the bed, my head rested on the pillow. I yawned still in thought about everything.
Why was Snape always the one looking after me? He didn't like the other Gryffindors, why was I different? I also wondered how this school year was going to go. I hoped I didn't get into too much trouble. I closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep.
Knock, knock, I placed my hand on my forehead. I blinked my eyes open. At first my vision was blurry, but it soon became clear. The bright sunlight seeped inside from the large window. I glanced down at the door. Knock, knock.
"Room service," a woman shouted.
I sat up and removed the covers. I must have slept in late this morning. I stretched and walked over towards the door. I unlocked it and saw a tall woman standing there. She looked exhausted.
"Hello," I said.
"Hello, may I clean your room?" She asked.
"Sure," I responded.
She walked inside pulling a vacuum behind her. She began to dust off the place lightly.
"What time is it?" I asked.
"Nine o'clock," she responded.
"Thank you," I said.
I quickly went into the bathroom and got ready. I took a quick shower and got dressed. I wore my ripped jeans, and a loose fitting shirt. I put my black cloak on; it had the Gryffindor logo on it. I smiled glancing down at it. I quickly walked out of the room and made way into the pub. I followed behind another young witch and her mother. We walked towards the back of the pub and walked outside.
There was a large brick wall with a gap in the center of it. The girl's mother tapped some of the bricks carefully. The bricks soon moved making the gap bigger. I stood and watched in amazement. Soon, the bricks had opened up to reveal Diagon Alley. I walked through the opening after them. I turned to watch the gap close back up then back at the girl and her mother.
"Are you a Hogwart's student to?" The girl asked me. She was tall, with long dirty blonde hair. She wore glasses. She smiled at me. "My name is Abigail, what's yours?"
"Marina, and yes I am a Hogwart's student to," I responded.
"What year?" She asked kindly.
"My second," I told her.
"Oh that's cool. This is my first year," she said. "Do you want to come with us, we're going to Gringott's then we're going to get the rest of the stuff on the list."
"Sure," I responded happily.
"I'm glade to have a friend already. I was worried," she said.
"Yea, it's not that bad. Actually it's great," I responded.
I followed the girl and her mother through the alley. I was glade that I wasn't alone. I kept an eye open for Cissy, or anyone else I knew. I noticed that the alley was busier than usual. I figured it was just because students were preparing for their years at Hogwart's.
"My mom can hardly wait to meet Gilderoy Lockhart at the bookstore today," she said.
"Who?" I responded confused.