Padma
I release my father from our hug ten minutes before the train is going to leave. my sister is yelling at me to hurry up but this is the last time I'll see him till winter break so I ignore her, which she really hates.
Dad looks slightly worried as he looks from the train to me then back to the train.
"I'll be fine Dad," I assure him.
He looks dubious even as I take my medium sized bag (my trunk is already stowed away) and get on the black scarlet lined train. I look through the compartments but they all have people in them. Don't get me wrong. I'm not anti-social or anything but people in my year tend to be rowdy and since my sister treated me as her Barbie doll this summer I don't have a lot of tolerance right now. Luna is usually a good companion, I mean she's crazy, but she's quiet. After looking around for a few minutes, I finally find one that is completely empty; snagging it, I slid shut the door, sit down gratefully, leaning back against the fluffy blue plush seats and relax for the first time since Pavarti brought out a muggle invention called 'the curling iron'. But just as I start to dose off, the door slams open to reveal Draco frikin' Malfoy standing there as if her rules the world. He better be quite or I'll kill him.
"Oh, a Gryffindor," he announces the obvious, dragging out the word in distain. Before I can correct him, he continues on in that annoying little superior voice, frowning as if something is out of place, "What happened to Brown; aren't you guys supposed to be joined at the hip or something?"
"Well," I retaliate glaring at the seat in front of me, "seeing as how I'm not Pavarti, I wouldn't know."
"Wait, you're Padma then?" He responds thoroughly surprised.
"Wow! You're mind must have gone into overdrive to figure that one out!" I widen my eyes and raise my eyebrows, my face dripping with sarcastically.
"Do you have a problem with that?" I ask him loudly turning my head towards him glaring holes in into his overly expensive robes.
"No" he says hold up his hands in surrender, "you just look... different."
"How do mean?" I ask him hoping that I don't look like a child's plaything.
"You just don't usually look this…." He responds seemingly looking for a word that's right on the tip of his tongue.
"Pretty?" I ask looking away from him and out the window at all the happy children talking to their parents.
"No, you always look beautiful-" he stops himself there as I whip my head towards. "What I mean is that you didn't seem to care that much about vanity."
"Umm." I respond acting uninterested as the trains whistle blows and lurches forward.
"Look, can I sit here? I promise to be quiet." He asks crossing his heart with a charming persuasive smile on his face like they were sharing an inside joke.
"What about your cronies? Won't they be lost without you?" I ask raising my eyebrow at him again.
"Honestly? I'm sorta trying to get some time alone to just think and if you sat in a compartment by yourself then I think that's what you're looking for too." He mumbles checking down the hallway to see if the mere mention of Crabbe and Goyle would bring them to his side.
"Sure, I guess" I say motioning to the seat in front of me.
"Thanks." he says closing the door and sitting down across from me.
A/N-Hey..this is PhenioxGypsy's chapter on Padma(not her first in this story, she helped me with the first one). Good, rite? Give her a round of applause or better yet, a REVIEW!Remember, the reviews are what keep us writing soo...