Luck's... well Codeya now isn't it.

Codeya's (Luck's) Point of view:

Platform 9 and 3/4. An... interesting name to say the least... I have noticed a few of these names in the magic world. The name of the school it's self fitting into the stranger categories in my life. Yes, I categorize my life I suppose I could blame my father for this as he taught me to think in filing system technique.

I looked around me. These people where indeed different than my people in mannerisms and as far as social skills... well being from another world they where vastly foreign to me.

A young Black haired man with gold rimmed seeing glasses yelled out the name "Sirius" in a way that would make one think that this Sirius was falling off a cliff or was in some other extreme situation. Another man, this one blonde and short was using magic to display a balding rat he had found. Yet others where throwing insults at one another before running over to crush each other in tight embrace. Different as my world was I was... shocked to say the least.

I stood there frozen in horror of the events around me every youth's mannerisms was lacking the poise I had been raised in and myself had practiced in. Though this seemed appropriate due to the lack of intervention on their parents behalf. I must have stood rooted in place for a solid minute until realizing what I was doing. I quickly criticised myself for my own mistake, father would have been ashamed. Standing there like that made me seem either lost, idiotic, without reason or goal, or completely clueless as to what I should be doing. I straightened my family brooch, it was pinned upon the left side of my long sleeved, loose, coral blouse.

This brooch was a gift given to me by my loving mother and was crafted of my homeland, Izloway. Through this brooch all my possessions where reachable. I didn't understand exactly how it did what it was created to do but the brooch managed to created a portal and reached into my room at home in order to supply me with all the objects I have thus far accumulated. Right now it was my only comfort my only sense of familiarity in this world.

Here I feel so very alienated from those around me. I gathered as much grace as I could manage and made my way to the train. I was kicking my long, flowing, black skirt as I took each step keeping it from tripping me (through practice I had gotten quite good at this and managed to do it with great grace) . I had almost made it inside the large red train with out being encountered. In fact I was encountered at the door of the large transportation device.

"Oh sorry about that!" A young girl with dark red hair apologized after a near collision with me. Though I didn't understand how this was her fault, neither of us could have done anything different to make the situation any easier.

"It's fine, it wasn't your fault." I replied gently. I went to continue forward but she didn't leave the doorway. Instead she smiled and went to further me in conversation.

"I don't think I've seen you around here before," The young woman continued "are you a transfer."

"It would seem that way." I responded with a light laugh. I wasn't used to people socializing at times like these. It seemed that it was acceptable in this world to speak in this situation. In my world the people would silently fill the train and speak only after all others were boarded, it was considered polite. I have quite a bit to learn of this world. It should indeed be entertaining.

"Well my names Lily Evens." She smiled brightly, the smile was brilliant and genuine; and, in turn, I found it quite contagious.

"You may call me Codeya." I said with warmth and genuine confusion as to why we were already making our names known. Nor was I was not used to people being so warm upon a first meeting. Though, if I was to survive with in this world I knew that I would need teachers. This young woman, Lily, seemed like one who would be easy to mimic when it came to the customs of the magical folk.

Lily was quick to engage me in conversation concerning Hogwarts. She was speaking about the different houses, what qualities the individual professors looked for in their students work, how to get around the castle, as well as who to avoid. On her list of avoidance was many names consisting of mainly people from the Slytherin house. Though the top of her list was reserved for group of young men that called themselves the 'Marauders.' She quickly explained to me that while the Slytherin's got a bad reputation due to some of their extremist's most were not as bad as they were given credit for.

"My friend Severus for example" she continued to explain "he has always been there to help me... even before Hogwarts."

Everything in this world through me even the way this youth picked her words. I have never heard the words always and before in the same grouping. I smiled faintly, knowing already that I was going to pick up strange habits from this world.

It wasn't long before we found a compartment that had six seats, all of them open. I sat opposite to Lily and feigned further interests in her said Slytherin friend, though I was carful to send of bodily signals to further show my non-existent interest. We were soon joined by a young man, the young man she was talking about to be more exact.

"Hey Lily." He had dark greased back hair and a sharp nose. The way he cared for his own being was appalling to say the least. My father would have been horrified at the apparent lack of order kept in this mans appearance.

"Hey Sev," Lily answered "How was your summer?"

'Sev' as Lily nicknamed him spoke briefly to her talking of his summer in minimal details, then turned to me.

"and you are?"

"Oh! This is Codeya, Severus." Lily indicated me with a single hand and then turned her hand towards Severus. "and Codeya, this is Sev, he's the one I was telling you about." I bowed my head in acknowledgement though it seemed to discomfort the youth greatly.

He left shortly afterward saying something about sitting with a Avery.

Five minutes later the compartment ended up gained a lovely, round-faced, Alice with short blonde hair. The young woman, like Lily, was in Gryffindor (A/N I don't think all the girls that end up in this compartment are Gryffindor but for the sake of this story they are). She was chatty, perhaps more so than Lily; and by her own diagnostic she was the more fashion forward of the two. I do not yet understand the fashion of this world. She wore a salmon colored sweater with words across it that read "She did it" it was followed by a arrow pointing to her left. This sweater was accompanied by a pair of black leggings and a pair of flat shoes with a thick net pattern across the middle sections. Lastly the look was completed by a large jean purse. I sighed, I will have greater trouble fitting in here then I had originally believed I would.

We were joined also by a Marlene and a Mary who are just as strange to me as Alice but in different ways. This made for interesting conversations on our long journey. These Lady's are more open and warm than anyone in my world would ever dare to be. Despite myself I found I enjoyed their quirky openness and laughed along quite frequently. I was learning a lot from these girls and kept questioning them subtly to more fully understand what I was truly getting into.

That is when the environment within the compartment changed from the light and pleasant feeling to... well a chaotic one.

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