I sit down and Womble flies in through the window and lands on the seat opposite me. I smile at him and proceed into putting my trunk onto the shelf above the seats. I hear the compartment door open and slim boy walks in, instantly placing his trunk on the opposite shelf. I raise my eyebrow and I think Womble tries to as well. I let a small, fake cough to get his attention. The boy spins around instantly.
"Oh, sorry, I forgot to ask. Is anyone sitting here?" he asks, a little ashamed in himself.
"No, it is fine," I reply, smiling at him. I'm a little happy actually; some wanted to sit next to me!
"My name is Edmund, Edmund Matthew Franklin," he says, his hand shooting out, ready for a hand shake. He seems like a nice boy. He was quite tall and slim, and his stood very straight and kept his free arm closely by his side. He, like me, had a few spots on his forehead and wore thick, black glasses. His hair was short and brown and flipped to the right. He wore a dark blue jumper, jeans and some grey trainers. I grab his hand,
"Charlie," I reply, "Charlie Edward Butler."

"So, you nervous?" I ask him, stroking Womble's feathers as he falls asleep.
"I'm a little nervous... but not much, my mum works in the school," he says, twirling an apple in his hand. "She is the librarian." I nod at him, acknowledging the fact that he has a parent to go to for advice. I have a sister who will either be studying hard or snogging the face off her boyfriend and a brother who will ignore me and pretend I don't exist. I look out the window, wondering how Callum has gotten on so far.
"What is it like there, you know, Hogwarts?" I ask.
"Big, very big. It is a massive castle, there isn't much too it really." He replies, I nod again. Then silence...Oh how awkward.

"Um, may I sit here, my cousin seemed to have taken over my compartment?" ask a blonde, curly haired girl with a tabby cat sitting at her feet. The tabby's expression was hard and in a deep thought, and looked left and right from both me and Edmund. Then, it simply looked down and purred.
"Of course," Edmund exclaims, jumping from his seat. "Please, anywhere you like!" The girl nods and puts her trunk on the top shelf then sits down next to Edmund. Her little tabby jumps onto her lap and purrs again.
"My name is Celia Granaham, pleased to meet you," she said, smiling at us both. She stroked her cat and rubbed it's furry tummy. "This lazy kit here is Fiyera, born from a legacy of Kneazle's!"
"What is a Kneazle?" I ask, bewildered. Celia and Edmund both look at me in shock, their faces completely pulling the same expression.
""What is a Kneazle?"" Edmund asks, pulling a small sigh. "My my, I thought you said you was a half-blood!"
"I am but-" I stop, something isn't right. "I never said I was a half-blood..." Edmund face flushes red, his eyes trailing off to the floor.
"A Kneazle," starts Celia, clearing her throat, "is a lion-like creature with the ability to sense distrustful people and even guide their owner home, if they like them enough. Although, they can be pretty aggressive..." Celia strokes Fiyera, its plumed tail slowly moves around it's body for warmth. Edmund them digs into his backpack and brings a palm-sized yellow ball of fur, which then seems to move..
"This is Johnny, a cute little Puffskein, but lazy too!" he says, stroking the little Puffskein, its small pink face smiling.
"What is a Puffskein?" says Celia, a little confused. "I have a Pygmy Puff, but I have never heard of a Puffskein!" Now this was my time to shine, I know what Puffskein's are, as my sister owned a batch on them, before she sold them away.
"A Puffskein is that creature there, Celia. They don't mind being cuddled or thrown around and enjoy eating their owner's bogeys when they are asleep!" I say, proud that I finally know something. The fluffy yellow ball moves in Edmund's hand and dozes off into a sleep.
"He is a very lazy Puffskein though," he says, laughing.

We sit on the train, laughing about what we would've called our pets if we were mad. The names that popped up were 'StuffMuffin', 'Bonqwiqwi' and 'Cutie McBoob'. We also discussed some embarrassing family moments and laughed the whole way through. Suddenly, there was a knock at the door and a girl, slightly resembling Celia, with long, wavy blonde hair and a short white dress walked in.
"Has anyone in here stolen a kid's tie?" she asks, rolling her eyes and not looking at us at all. There was no enthusiasm in her voice whatsoever. She leans on the doorway and waits for a reply.
"I'm sorry, erm," starts Edmund, "but if we could know who's ti-"
"Cynthia, perhaps next time you should get some details before you go on tie hunts," shoots Celia, giving the blonde girl a sharp stare. The blonde girl mirrored Celia's expression and the both held it for a very long time.
"Celia Granahan, how great to see you again cousin," says the girl, who I now know as Cynthia and that Celia and Cynthia have some unresolved issues. Celia makes a small grunt in the back of her throat.
"Mmm," she replies looking out of the window. "Anyway, it isn't like you to do a good deed Cyn', what is the deal this time?"
"First day of school," she replies back, sharply. "You gotta make a good impression, get people to like you, and then you're on the road to success." She looks at me and Edmund, then back to Celia. "Only three people Celia, my my. I'm already beating you at something and we ain't even at school. You can be sure to tell your parents that," she says, moving a hand up her leg mockingly at Celia, showing she got friends though looks and not personality. In my opinion, that isn't right but, according to this Cynthia girl, doing whatever is in order to 'beat Celia' is right. Cynthia gets up and leaves the compartment, giggling as she leaves. Celia stays silent and still, the left corner of her lip rose in disgust.

The compartment stays quiet, Womble and Fiyera not even daring to make a sound also.
"Who was that?" Edmund asks, cautious not to make a wrong move. Celia turns to him, her face becoming a little more disgusted.
"Someone who you will never want to talk to ever again..." she says, lowering her head and stroking Fiyera. "But honestly," she starts, "she is my rich cousin. Basically, I come from a long line of... traditional purebloods, shall I say. They believe that Muggle-borns shouldn't be introduced to magic at all and the Purebloods are superior and should rule over Muggles and other bloods below them. So, the Finklaire family is one of them.
My grandfather and grandmother had three children: Arella, Leander and Elizabeth. Arella married a Pureblood wizard, whose family also agreed on tradition, and my grandparents agreed with the marriage. So, she got money and large mansions. Leander, Cynthia's father, married a Pureblood witch, whose parent also agreed on tradition. Finally, Elizabeth, my mother, married a Pureblood wizard. Howver, he was considered a Blood Traitor as his family didn't mind associating themselves with Muggles, hence the Blood Traitor title. Therefore, we got no money and was, and still are, very much shunned from the family. This is why me and Cynthia are in such rivalry, our parents don't get along because of that and raised us to hate each other." She breathed, tying her hair into a ponytail to give her some sort of distraction from the anger building inside of her. We all decided to stay quiet.

An hour had passed since Celia's story of Pureblood's and Blood Traitor's, and no one had made a sound. Her story was actually quite saddening, being shunned from your family must be hard, but hopefully I will never know. However, one thing bugged me, did Arella have any children to carry on the Finklaire legacy, or did she take her husband's last name? Did she have children at all? I decide not to ask, maybe I will find out one day.

"Excuse me," comes a shy voice from the compartment door. "Have you seen my brother's tie?"
The girl is tall and has nice, bushy-ish brown hair and wears denim shorts and a white jumper. She stands in the doorway, smiling slightly.
"Sorry?" I ask, trying to recall what she said through my daydream.
"My brother's tie," she says, "have you seen it?" The girl walks in a little more, looking around the compartment.
"I'm afraid not, how did he loose it?" Edmund asks.
"Someone from the older year hid it, he is ever so devastated," she says.
"Hold up," Celia says, rising from her seat and pulling down her trunk, making Fiyera jump. She opens it up and I avert my eyes when I see a bra. Once I hear the trunk close and be placed back on the shelf, I look again and see Celia giving the girl a tie.
"He can have my spare one," she says. "I can get plenty more if I nee-"
"ANYTHING FROM THE TROLLY?!" barks a voice from outside the compartment. The girl moves aside and sits next to me, revealing a dark woman with frizzy orange hair who was clutching onto a trolley filled with sweets and cakes and everything else. "Well?" she asked, "you having anthin' or wha'?"
"Everything," Celia blurted out, "well, one of each." She looked to me and Oliver, who both nodded in agreement.
"You have to eat it too," Oliver said too the girl.

We ate and ate, but Celia and Oliver reminded me and the girl, whose name I now know as Francesca, that there will be a feast when we arrive at Hogwarts. I managed down three chocolate frog cards, receiving Newton Scamander, Harry Potter and Miranda Goshawk cards, starting my collection. I ate a Cauldron Cake, two Liquorish Wands and a Pumpkin Pasty. Edmund ate three Pumpkin Pasties, Celia at four Cauldron Cakes and seven chocolate Frog Cards whilst Francesca ate whatever was closest to her. It truly was a great feast we just had, but we still had more to eat, so we stuffed our bags for when in Hogwarts.

Francesca told us she was a Muggle-born along with her younger twin brother, Isaac. She comes from Cornwall and is very excited for the upcoming year ahead.
"You will enjoy it very much," Edmund says to Francesca.
"I heard it's the best school of magic in Europe," she replies, smiling.
"It is!" Celia, Edmund and I say simultaneously. Francesca smiles wider and stands up.
"I'm going to go and change into my uniform, I'm sure to make time to see you three as soon as possible!" she chirps, before waving goodbye and leaving for her compartment. We decide to change also, and as we finish, the train pulls up at Hogsmeade Station, were my new life begins.