So I finally got to update. Sorry but the exams were crazy, had to study, well really stare at a book all day and resist the urge to go on my laptop and get in trouble. Anyways this chapter is a bit rushed, so sorry about that. I'll update the next one as soon as possible. :)

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Hitsugaya wasn't bothered to listen in on the groups conversation. He had picked up on some of what they were saying, it seemed to be an extremely long conversation about quidditch, a wizarding game involving flying on a broomstick.

Soon enough the bushy haired Hermione who seemed to have grown bored of the endless quidditch talk, buried herself once more into The Standard Book of Spells, Grade 4, and started trying to learn a summoning charm.

Neville, another 4th year boy who had come into the compartment listened jealously to the others' conversation as they relived the cup match. "Gran didn't want me to go," he said miserably. "wouldn't buy tickets. It sounded amazing though."

"It was" Ron said, bolting into another long conversation about the much talked about, Quidditch world cup.

He rummaged in his trunk and eventually pulled out a miniature figure of Victor Krum. Neville looked at it enviously, he really wished that he could have gone to the match.

Hitsugaya eventually decided to block out the rest of the utterly pointless conversation, that is until a new face joined the group.

"Don't remember asking you to join us, Malfoy" said Harry coolly.

"Weasley... what is that? said Malfoy, pointing a pigwidgeons cage, clearly not interested in listening to Harry. A sleeve of Rons dress robe was dangling from it, the mouldy lace cuff being very obvious.

Ron made to stuff the robes out of site, but Malfoy was too quick for him; he siezed the sleeve and pulled.

Hitsugaya only took notice to it now, that since they introduced themselves, he had been completely ignored - not that he minded.

Malfoy, being the rude person he was, decided to tease Ron about his unfashionable dress robes. After a few insults going back and forward Malfoy brought up something completely unrelated to dress robes.

"So...going to enter, Weasley" he asked. "What are you talking about?" snapped Ron. "What about you Potter, you never miss a chance to show off, do you?" Malfoy said, quickly turning his attention to Harry.

"What?" was all Harry could say, he was clearly confused.

"Either tell us what you're talking about, Malfoy, or get out!" Hermione said testily, over the top of her book.

"You don't know?" Malfoy said, laughing. He chose this as the perfect time to, yet again, insult Ron. "My father told me about it ages ago, heard it from Cornelius Fudge, but, then again, Father's always associated with the top people at the ministry...maybe your father's too junior to know about it".

"Who is that?" Malfoy asked, directing his gaze at Hitsugaya, who was too busy staring at the window to notice him.

"That's the new transfer student, Too-sheero Hits-oo-gaya...right?" said Ron, confused on how to say Hitsugayas name. Hitsugaya turned towards Ron. "I guess that would be close to how it is in English, but that is not how you say it. I'm Hitsugaya Toushiro, well you would say Toushiro Hitsugaya."Hitsugaya said, quickly losing interest on telling them how his name was pronounced.

He knew he would regret saying this, he really knew it but..."Actually I don't really care what you call me" Just as he thought, he regretted it the moment The words left his lips.

"Whatever, not as if anyone would care to remember the name of a white haired kid" Malfoy said but never realised as to what Hitsugaya was like when he was called as kid.

"K-k-k-k-k-i-i-d? I AM NOT A KID!" Hitsugaya shouted, a vein popping in his forehead. Everyone stared. An awkward silence.

The silence was eventually broken by Hermione. "Malfoy, Toushiro is in our year".

Malfoy stared. "You have got to be kidding me, he looks no more than twelve".

The temperature dropped.

Hitsugaya realised, that if he kept this up, his cover would surely be blown, he let everything go back to normal. "Bloody...hell, what was that?" Ron asked.

Hitsugaya ignored him, directing his attention to the window yet again. Ron stayed in a bad mood, due to Malfoys insults, for the rest of the journey.

They changed into their robes as the Hogwarts Express slowed down, and stopped in the pitch-darkness of Hogsmeade station.

When the doors opened, the rain was coming down so fast, it was as though somebody was pouring buckets of ice on their heads. Hitsugaya enjoyed this. He watched as the first years crossed the lake to get to the castle.

He heard Hermione tell the others how she wouldn't fancy crossing the lake in this weather. Hitsugaya followed them over to what others would think of as horseless carriages, he saw the creatures that truely pulled them. He knew that only people who witnessed death could see them because of the information sheets the sou-taicho gave him. Neville, Ron, Harry, Hermione and Hitsugaya, all entered the same carriage before beginning the final stage of their journey towards the castle.

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Thanks for reading :). I hope you enjoyed this chapter, although if you're anything like me you'll think the transitions from sentences are rough and it's not well written, well anyways I did try :L! Please review, no flames, constructive criticism is appreciated! :)