Turquoise Eyes
C2: New chic in town
Why the hell did I chose to wear this shoes today? I knew Tonks will be late and we will get lost in the way, but still I wore them, and now I'm running through King Cross station with 10 centimetre tall shoes.
Well yeah, actually I know, stupid to admit but this are my lucky clogs. I'm not usually superstitious but its been a while since I'm able to walk around freely and I wanted to use this pair first. Now I'm regretting it badly, the white leather is going to stain and the straps could snap any time now, but I keep running. Nix is keeping up really well and I'm thankful Tonks has enchanted the trunk to follow us as soon as we crossed to 9 ¾ platform.
There's only a 30 metres distance and the whistle sounds. The train starts to move slowly and I make a run for it trying to dodge parents and brothers gathered to see off the students. A huge black dog runs by chasing after the train, I see it turning his head as I pass.
My imagination probably, no time for that. Only 2 metres away and I jump.
Harry just couldn't believe his luck. Cho came specially to meet him and he was drenched in a green mucous suspicious smelling substances stucked in a compartment with Lunatic Lovegood and Neville Longbottom. The fact of being left alone while Ron and Hermione were clean and comfy with the other prefects just set his mind in anger again.
Although Ginny cleaned the chaos effectively, the stench was hard to remove. He slid the door open and got a deep breath out in the corridor.
Whispers were spreading, and he was about to got back in to avoid them when he noticed this time they weren't pointing at him. Down the corridor an unknown figure was walking ten compartments away in his direction. The whole image was out of place, kind of surreal.
What seemed like a white cat with black paws and five tails was leading a slender slightly tanned girl with long brown silky hair that fell around her waist. Her eyes were striking like bright blue lighthouses, emphasized by her peachy cooper skin and her flowing white sun-dress. She was barefoot and had her shoes hanging from her right hand, a flying trunk was following her every step.
She kept looking through the small windows into the compartments, apparently searching for a free one. Unable to reach one she kept walking but as soon as he reached the next one, all the occupants of the previous one slid open the door to have a look at her, while she remained unaware or indifferent of the scrutinizing gazes.
Harry was positive he had never seen her in Hogwarts, he would remember her. She was no eleven-year-old girl, she seemed about his age, a few inches smaller than him but her figure was definitely eye-catching.
Before he could notice she was standing in front of him, her cat was weirdly kind of growling, yet she smiled at him.
- Need help? There's some free space in our compartment- he asked almost instantly.
- Would be great. I'm Natalie, by the way. – she replied while she extended her hand.
- Harry – he said while he shook it.
And the whole corridor fired up in rumour.