*Whoo Whoo*
The black lips contorted into a frown as soon as the sound of the train whistle reached her ears and the carriage lurched forward, causing a slight jarring sensation to pass through their owner's body. 'What a terrible sound.'
This Macabre girl, no older than eleven, watched as families waved goodbye to children her own age or older with smiles on their faces; those children responded with cheers and waves of their own. The mystery girl could not properly comprehend why the masses were so excited; investigation earned her strange looks. 'It's the Hogwarts Express,' some said. 'My child is going to learn magic of course I'm excited.' However, when asked why these points related to excitement, a coherent argument was not delivered, and she was left in this foul mood. She reasoned that her family spoiled her in more than just the obvious ways.
It didn't help that everyone who saw her struggled to not make comment about her black makeup choices and Gothic/Victorian style of dress which seemed to suck the colour from her surroundings, the only overt colour on the girl was her eyes, which were a venomous green with what appears to be artificial flakes of Raven black.
The Gothic girl continued to watch as London disappeared from sight before retrieving a book 'The Dream Oracle' and reading from partway through, worn pages flicking quickly without a sound. The peace and quiet aboard the Express now London was behind them soothed the Goths temper and for the next few hours she re-read two of the books in the trunk stored below her seat.
When her compartment door slammed open to reveal a ginger haired child she analysed the boy with just a glance 'child, short with baby fat, stance shows nervousness poorly hidden behind bravado, likely a first year or bullied second year, dirt smudge on face and uniform worn to the bear minimum standard tells of a slightly slobbish attitude, robes are old, tattered and used likely his older brother's or from a second hand shop, threat level minimum, no, wait, low - that rat in his pocket could have rabies' and by the time she was finished the boy opened his mouth to speak "Excuse me. Do you mind? Everywhere else is full".
The Goths eyes narrow "I most certainly do, while I enjoy the thrill of deadly diseases running through my veins the idea of being bit by a rat is less than pleasant" the ginger kid seems to attempt to interrupt but a glare shuts him up "besides your lie was pathetic, not only was the delivery to be desired but it was not even plausible, discarding sitting with your brother's there are eight compartments per passenger coach and each compartment seats six comfortably, times that by the number of coaches, six also and this train can seat two-hundred and eighty-eight students, there are forty students each year and with seven years that is a total of two-hundred and eighty students therefore eight free seats across the train for you to choose from not including the seat for yourself."
The ginger kid had started to look confused when the Goth started to talk mathematics, however when he came to the conclusion that she was mocking him he turned tomato red before storming out slamming the door behind him, an ethereal Raven appeared on top of the Goths shoulder and mimicking whispering into her ear "Dearest sister, that was hardly impressive, all I did was give constructive criticism, I can hardly be faulted that he took it wrong... besides, he is the one who made assumptions" she spoke with mirth in her voice, she never denied him a seat after all.
The ethereal Raven disappeared and our girl of mystery went back to reading through her course material sometimes stopping to practice wand movement or write into a journal, the Raven visited twice more delivering a silent message before disappearing from whence it came.
However, it was not long before another disturbance made itself known, a blonde boy no older than the last one with a cocksure smirk plastered on his face "I heard that Harry Potter was supposed to be in this compartment however, it seems that my informant was... misinformed."
Our Protagonist simply sighed 'obvious imitation of a close relative or mentor, superiority complex or possibly a reined in god complex though the second is unlikely, stance suggests total confidence however he lacks any formal training, threat level minimum' and she simply gave the boy a look of indifference betrayed by her tightening fist "Stating the obvious does not make you clever nor commanding and your terrible attempt at sounding smooth was not even third rate"
The blonde boy's face quickly turned an ugly purple as he fumbled until he drew his wand from his pocket and aimed at the smirking Goth girl "You don't know who you're talking to Mudblood! I am Draco Malfoy, your better!" The two bookends behind Malfoy took this as their queue to look intimidating.
"Are you trying to pursuade me that you are better, or yourself?" The Macbre girl questioned, Malfoy somehow turned a darker shade of purple 'perhaps he is a Metamorph, he is distantly related to Nymphadora' and shouted what sounded like he was trying to say"Reducto" however, Malfoy's poor attempt at retaliation resulted in blasting himself out of the compartment and into the opposite wall.
After another sigh escaped the Goth's lips as she closed her compartment door and continued to read again. About an hour before the Express reaches Hogsmead our Macabre protagonist changed into her custom Hogwarts uniform; the pointed hat has 'disappeared' and the blacks are far more pure than normal; furthermore, the robe was open at the front and tied at her waist with a belt causing the robe to look more like a trench coat.
Finished changing she hears a knock on the door, opening it greets her with a bushy haired girl similar height to herself 'expressive eyes, wears heart on her sleeve, bites lip and taking in everything about what she sees, nervous? No, curious, she has a burning hunger for knowledge in her eyes, likely comes across as insensitive to others if she does not have full control over her urges, stance shows natural confidence however it seems that some have tried to stamp that out, how vexing.'
"Hello, have you seen a toad? Neville's lost one" the new girl quickly moved on once her eyes fell on the open book in the compartment "Oh, your reading ahead, how far have you got? What's your favourite subject so far? Mine has to be charms, the variety of spells to learn is just wonderful."
"I have not seen a toad, I would recommend just having an older student use the summoning charm to call the pet and my favourite subject is Defence Against the Dark Arts, learning about all those vicious monsters is exhilarating." The Macabre girl responds smoothly to the other girls word vomit "I also believe it is curtesy to introduce oneself before other questions are asked?"
The bushy haired girl has the decency to at least look embarrassed "Thank you, I haven't read about a summoning charm yet, and my name is Hermione Granger." The now named Hermione holds her hand out for a handshake which is accepted with a slight hesitation, Hermione's face splits into a big smile before she runs off, presumably to find the previously mentioned Neville.
Shortly after she left Hermione returns holding her school trunk and dressed in her new Hogwarts Robes. Both girls stay mostly silent focusing instead on their respective books, Hermione seems to be practicing the summoning charm to little success, the bushy haired girl opens her mouth to speak however.
*Whoo Whoo*
" It seems we have arrived, leave your possessions the house elves will collect them later." our Protagonist then turns and leaves quickly before the crowds start to form, Hermione follows and both are the first to arrive at a giant of a man calling for first years in a thick accent.
"Alrigh' now e'eryone is here, follow me firs' years." The massive man spoke with a warm voice despite its deepness, he escorted the forty children down to a dock with ten boats "No more 'han four 'o a boa' now."
Both Hermione and the Goth girl were both joined by a set of Indian twins, the one to the left was a source of constant noise however the second twin was completely absorbed into a book on Magical British customs.
The view was mesmerising, the sheer number of deadly creatures that lay below the murky waters was breathtaking, reaching into the cold pool resulted in brushing her hand against a massive squid tentacles.
The Macabre girl didn't properly listen to the deputy headmistress too busy analysing the students around her, she was broken from her disappointment in her peers by the calling of Hermione's name, the brunette, nervous but steady, walked to the front of the great hall and sat down, the Sorting Hat was placed on her head and a dozen seconds later it screamed "Gryffindor!" And Hermione raced over to the table of the brave.
No sorting took as long as Hermione's did and eventually a name was called that will rock the core of Magical Britain
"Potter-Addams, Agony!"