I own not Harry Potter, however… I WISH I DID MORE THAN LIFE ITSELF!
Sitting down in a random seat, I looked out the window longingly as I strained to hear what my friend Forrest was saying. "You will either be in Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, or Ravenclaw." He was telling me. "You are too nice to belong in Slytherin." He commented with acid in his voice. "But, you're also a pureblood. Unlike us. He said pointing to my good friends Mikki (First year, like me), Liz (Fourth year School Prefect in the house of Hufflepuff), and himself (A Fourth year in Ravenclaw). My other friends, Bailey (the time-traveler third year in Ravenclaw), Chelsea (fourth year in Gryffindor), and Sarah (the fourth year also in Ravenclaw). Just then, a pale faced, light blond haired boy walked in like he owned the place.
"I hear there's another pureblood in here. First year. Apparently she's a relative to The Dark Lord." He stated. "Is it you?" He asked, pointing at Mikki. She shook her head. He looked around, and noticed me staring out the widow. "How about you?" I paid him no heed.
"Well, what's the Dark Lord's relative's name?" Sarah hissed, ready to bite his head off, she hated Slytherin.
"Mariah Serpentalis."
I finally decided to speak. "Yes, that's me. But before you ask. Yes, I'm related to him. No, I do not care in any way for him. Also, one more thing just leave me the hell alone."
He looked shocked. Then he spoke again. "My name is Draco Malfoy. No need to make the wrong sort of friends." He glared at Forrest, holding out his hand.
"I like who I am friends with, and you cannot change that Draco Malfoy. I would enjoy seeing you try to break my friends and me apart." Just then another boy came in. Slightly taller with a shock of unkempt brown hair, black round-framed glasses, and a lightning scar on his forehead. I noticed him to be Harry Potter.
"Malfoy, stop badgering her. She's new. You can have plenty of chances to try to turn her to your side." Harry grinned.
"Nice to meet you, Harry Potter." I said, as we ushered Draco Malfoy out of our coach and Harry Potter into it. "Please, have a seat."
"Why are you so formal, Ms. Serpentalis?" He asked me politely.
"I'm just trying to make a good impression upon the teachers. Really though, I'm, as everyone calls me, a 'Skater Chick'." He laughed at this. "I always, as some of my friends put it, had an 'unhealthy obsession' with Muggle items involving balance. Skateboards and, unconditionally, pogo sticks." The infamous Harry Potter laughed at this comment. By the time we had finished discussing life with Muggles, it was time to get off the train.
