Chapter 2:
The sound of the exhaust failed to leave my head, and I was unwillingly awakened to avoid the annoyance. I found myself in the midst of a cloud of smoke and a room stuffed with a tobacco aroma. There were businessmen rushing outside, along with wizarding families (evident by the extravagant outfits, of course) rushing their kids into platform 9 ¾.
I swung open the door, aware of my mission. It was pretty strait forward-
Befriend Tom Riddle. Find the horcrux.
I walked down to the boarding station, eyeing all the wizards and witches and their spontaneous attire. Fedora's, bonnets, all with ankle length frocks. It was a pity really.
I dug into my skirt pocket and pulled out the Hogwarts Express ticket, waiting in the long strand so the conductor could staple our cards. It got me thinking how did people even survive with such a lack of technology? Well then again, the 1940's were an ominous time.
I felt a light tap and swiveled around, only to spot a pair of blue eyes staring me down.
"Your skirt-or whatever it's called- is unsightly and burning my eyes out! It seems as you just stepped out of a brothel! Have you no respect?"
I glanced down at my grey pencil skirt. Well I did suppose it was inappropriate for this time and age, but a bystander had no right to comment on my "stripper-like" clothing choices.
"Is it burning your eyes out? Then I assume my skirt's doing its job." I smirked. A frown was drawn on her face, and little crow-lines were dotted along her eyes. It showed how an angel could be transformed into a monster just like that.
Oops, mistake #1
"Hmph…you don't want to mess with the wrong people. What are you, a 3rd year?" She scowled. Her manicured nails, satin robed, and snobby attitude only indicated that she was a privileged brat. And considering pureblood coquette's were already abundant, it was not very enlightening.
"Actually, just entering 6th year. And you are what…a 7th year Slytherin?" It was not meant to sound rude, but it was an inquiry worth questioning for. If she was a Slytherin, and if I did play this right, Tom Riddle would be putty in my hands.
"Slytherin?" She looked disgusted, "You're a 6th year? I'm currently a Ravenclaw prefect entering 6th year, how have I not seen you before?"
"Umm…I'm currently a transfer student. From Beuxbatons. There were some complications back in France, so my family had to move back." I glanced down and fidgeted with my fingers hoping my façade seemed real. I was never the actor.
The Ravenclaw seemed to believe it, but seemed very skeptical at the same time. "Transfer? What happened in France?" The girl was stepping on my last nerve. Her nose had no right to grow and trample in my business.
I smiled. "And this is your business how exactly?"
She rolled her icy eyes. "Alright, my apologies. I seem to be very pushy today it's just…you could say these random people have been following me recently. I am terrible sorry. Selena Van Hoorn- it's a pleasure to meet you." I took a step back, mind swirling and unaware of the situation. She wasn't actually a bitch?
I decided to give this girl a try. Her eyes were pleading and she looked sincerely sorry, so why not?
"Maia Travers pleased to meet you."
Hey guys,
I just wanted to say thank you to Cassie D-1 for commenting. I really appreciated it. And ya'll should check out her fics, their really good!
Anyways, the story line is slowly shaping up. Hopefully you got an insight of Maia's character. Maia is supposed to be quiet and kind, but if annoyed or insulted will fight back. She is supposed to be adventurous, but extremely clumsy. Maia is designed to be a fun character to read about to whisk you away into dreamland.
Meanwhile, hint, Selena is going to be somewhat an important part of the story, so keep an eye out for that.
Well, thank you for sticking with this story, I promise it will turn out good! And if your new to this story I hope you enjoy it so far(even though there's not much to enjoy.)
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