Okay, here you get introduced to the two characters that I created myself. They're Russian. I have sort of an obsession with Russia and by little I mean massive. Hope you like them! ^^
As I watched the boys walk toward the train I exhaled at last, I had almost been caught. That would've been disastrous. I couldn't even imagine how I would've explained myself. "Boo!" Someone yelled, I jumped and squealed. A blonde head appeared behind me, "Spying, little one?" I smiled, at least I had a friend in this strange new world. "I'm just trying to learn how I should act around them." I said, walking forward, dragging my luggage behind me. Isabel laughed, "They're not a foreign species, love. They're just…British." I laughed, trying to play it off like this was all okay. "They were really cute," Isabel continued, and then winked at me.
I was extremely nervous; I was going to start at a new school and a new life. There wasn't a spare thought in my head for cute boys, though the one with the shaggy hair had been slightly cute. He was the one who'd almost seen me spying. I shook my head, clearing my mind. I smiled over at Isabel, tears brimming in my eyes. I'd been crying so much lately. "I'm glad your parents let you come with me." Isabel hugged me tight, and wiped my eyes. "Oh, Val…I would never have abandoned you here. Not after your mum, and the fire…" I looked away, trying very hard to harden my heart.
This fire had destroyed everything I knew and had, mum had disappeared shortly afterwards and dad was dead. I'd moved from Russia to England in a mere month, all I had known was I couldn't stay in Russia anymore. There was to much pain and to many memories. When they asked my where I wanted to go, I said England. I don't know why I said England, but I did.
I was put into an orphanage here in London, and had been registered for school because it was 'deemed necessary' by the orphanage I was staying at. I knew that it just meant that they didn't want an extra mouth to feed if they didn't have to have one.
When I'd said I wanted to go to England I didn't know that meant that I'd have to go to Hogwarts, I'd heard of it, but had never wanted to go to a wizarding school. My dad had always taught me my spells and such; he was also the one who taught me Quidditch. I was s;ightly excited though, Hogwarts did have good quidditch teams and it had been hard to find people who would play back in Russia because of the extreme weather we had most of the time.
I had been scared, nervous, and alone in that orphanage for a week before Isabel showed up and told me she was coming with me when the term started. I could've hugged her and never let go. As it was, I hugged her for a long while. It was absolutely insane how everything was turning out. Thanks to Isabel being…well, Isabel, she'd convinced her parents that she needed to come to England to register at Hogwarts with me. I don't know how she'd done it, but she had.
I threw my bag over my shoulder, and stepped out from behind the pillar, ready to embrace who I had to be. I was turning sixteen today, and the only thing I had gotten was Isabel jumping on me holding a cupcake and singing loudly, everyone else who knew it was my birthday was dead or gone. Isabel grabbed my hand and gave it a gentle squeeze, "I'm going to go find a place to put our luggage, you'll be okay to find us seats?" I nodded at her, and smiled, it might have been mostly fake but there was at least a drop of emotion in there, simply for Isabel.
"One day," Isabel said, smiling, "I'm going to find my Valentina in there." She kissed my forehead and hauled my luggage and her luggage, amazing strength for a girl as petite as Isabel. I watched her as she started walking away to the luggage compartments. I took a deep breath and got on the train, ready to just forget it all.