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I was scared when I left my parents, for more then a day or two, for the first time. I ran to the window so I could see them and wave to them. I even missed Tyler and Oliver. Before I started crying, like all the other wussy first years, I went back to my seat and took out my current favorite book, Hogwarts a History. My mom and dad had told me all about Hogwarts, but it was fun to learn about the thing my parents would have seen as trivial, and someday that I would see as trivial also. As I was turning the page to read about the great hall for the hundredth time, I heard a small voice.
"Pardon?"
"Is this seat taken," said a small fragile girl with platinum blond hair and fair pail skin.
"No, go ahead," I said as I pointed to the seat adjacent to me. "What's your name?"
"Sally. What's yours?" I could tell that she had been crying by the way her voice was cracking. I decided that it would be best not to mention it though.
"Violet, Violet Weasley. You may have heard of my mom and dad. They fought in the war against Voldemort with Harry Potter."
"Really? Do you know Harry Potter?"
"Yeah. He is my uncle. Who is your dad?"
"My last name is Malfoy. My dad is Draco Malfoy. I am nothing like him though. He hated your father and your uncle in school. I'm nothing like that. I also have nothing against muggles."
"You don't have to protect yourself…"
"No, I do. That's just it. I am nothing like my whole family, but whenever I tell people my last name they automatically think that I must be evil like my dad and my granddad."
"Well, I won't judge you just because of your last name. I know all to well what that is like." For a moment we were both holding in tears. Both of us had problems making friends because we were nothing like our well-known parents. "So, you're starting your first year, right?"
"Yeah. I suspect you are too, considering very few non-first years sit alone."
"I suppose." We both sat in silence. I went back to my book as Sally stared out the window. Before I knew it, an hour had gone by and it was noon. Without thinking I took out the lunch my mom had made for me. She had made me a turkey sandwich and had put some wizarding candy, along with my favorite muggle candies, in the sac with a note. It said "My dear Violet, I hope have found some new friends by now. You know, your father and I met on the train on our first year. I remember that day well. I wondered to where Harry and your father were sitting while I was helping Neville find his toad. Anyways, I packed some candy for you to eat on the way. If you are ever homesick, just send a letter with Reiko, and I will write back the second I get it. I love you. I'll see you for winter holiday. Mom"
"Did your mom write you a letter to go with your lunch?" Sally asked almost instantly after I had finished reading it.
"Yeah, she did. Did your mom write anything for you?"
"My mom is dead, but my dad wrote a note. It says, 'Dear Sally, If you don't get into Slytherin don't bother ever coming home. Draco.'"
"I'm sorry about your mom. But is your dad always that distant?"
"Yes. I barely remember my mom, but my maid told me that she was a lovely woman and that my dad was a much nicer man before she died."
"I'm so sorry," and I truly was. As I said it I went over and gave her a hug. Sally started crying a little bit, but I was fine with it because not only was she going someplace unfamiliar, just like me, but also she was remembering how unlucky she was in not knowing her own mother.
She kept crying for about ten more minutes, until I said, "Come on Sally. You don't have to perk up, but try to. We are about to embark upon a new home that will be our home for seven years. It is a whole new place to make a whole new impression. Now," I said, picking her up and wiping off her face. "lets clean up, and get into our robes."
At that, Sally stopped crying. Wiped off her face of tears. Asked me if I could fix her make-up, which I did with a quick charm my mom had taught me. And changed into her school robes faster then I did. She was waiting to do my make-up while I was still changing.
"Now, lets make you look gorgeous," Sally proclaimed. "Not that your freckles are ugly, but covering a few of them up would help. Also, I do love your hair, but it is a curly, knotted wreak."
"Oh thanks," I said sarcastically. I agreed with her, but if I said so then it would have made me feel like I hated the was I looked, which I didn't…completely.
"There much better."
I looked in the mirror Sally held up to see my hair straightened and trimmed a little bit so that my bangs came down in layers, my freckles over halved in magnitude, and my hazel eyes popping out more then ever.
"Oh thank you. I look amazing. Thank you, thank you, thank you. How did you do it?"
"Well, all I want to say is I had a lot of time at home for reading."
We both laughed as the train came to a halt. We heard someone telling us to leave the train, so we did. Then we both saw a very tall man screaming, "First years, all of you get over here. First years!" Not wanting to get lost, we rushed over to the giant man as quickly as possible, but we were wary not to get too close to him, for fear that we might get smashed.
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