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The last thing I wanted was to be transferred. Especially in my sixth year. Here I am, leaving all my friends at Beauxbatons, to go die in this Hogwarts. You know what makes it worse? I’m going to die alone. I won’t even have friends to attend my funeral. What does my mom have to say to this? ‘Oh, you’re overreacting, Nessa!’ Yeah, how would you like it if you had to leave all your friends? Oh, I’m sure you’d ‘overreact’ too! I swear, parents, they just don’t get it! It’s like, were you ever a teenager?
So, now I sit, staring off into space, on this train, in this compartment, all alone. Maybe, just maybe, I could make new friends. However, that’s not likely. I’ll probably just sit alone. Alone with 50 cats. Not that cats are a bad thing. Ugh! Listen to me! The only thing that could possibly brighten my day is if some brilliantly friendly person walked in and offered me a welcoming cookie. How much was surprised when a thuggish boy opened the door holding a cookie? Gee, I wonder.
“You’re in my seat,” he said, sort of dumbstruck. I arched an eyebrow. Here I was thinking he was going to smile and say, “Want a cookie?” He seemed to be shoved, and as he moved, revealed to me was a tall, blonde boy. His face was pale and thin, his eyes were gray and cold. I immediately felt a shiver go down my spine. He opened his mouth to say something, but I cut him off. “Lemme guess. I’m sitting in ‘your’ seat.” He smirked, which made me angry. “No. You’re sitting in Crabbe’s seat.” He must have been referring to the cookie buffoon. I scooted.
“Now, you’re sitting in my seat.” I rolled my eyes at his voice, and scooted once more. He jeered. “C’mon, already. Why don’t you just leave.” I jumped up, suddenly very mad, and shoved him out of my way. He seemed to glare at me, and he cried something like, ‘Watch your back!” I laughed. I walked down the train, looking for another compartment. Another door opened, and a red head popped his head out. He took one look at me, one look at the boy, and said, “Malfoy giving you trouble?” The way he said ‘Malfoy’ made me automatically like him. “If ‘Malfoy’ is that blonde bloke, then yes,” He nodded, motioning for me to join him in his compartment. I gladly did, hoping he would offer me cookies. Or, at least offer me his name.
What I saw, did take me a bit by surprise. The first thing I saw was bright red hair, like the boy’s hair. Her eyes were big and green, and she smiled at me. Returning the smile, I slowly moved to the person beside her. This one had dark hair. He looked kind of goofy, and nervous. He blushed when he saw me, but a saw a slight smile. Moving on, I saw another. Her hair was brown and curly. She had rather warm eyes. Her smile was big and bright, a smile that said ‘Oh, a new friend!’ These were all common, happy, friendly faces. The last one was the one that took me by surprise.
He smiled a brilliant smile. A very brilliant smile, indeed. I could write essays on this smile. This is what I first noticed. I noticed next, his hair, raven and messy. What I last noticed was his eyes, smiling also. They were a beautiful emerald color. I could write novels upon novels about his eyes, which I fell into. Like falling into a deep emerald pool. I sank in those pools. Suddenly, I noticed he arched a brow, questioning my staring. I surfaced, and blushed scarlet. I glared down at me shoes, unable to look up. Yeah, great first impression, Nessa! I scolded myself. Now he knew I thought he was gorgeous.
The red head boy, smiled and said “I’m Ron Weasley,” He introduced the others as Ginny, his sister (I had already guessed this), Neville Longbottom, his friend, Hermione Granger, his other friend, and Harry Potter, his best mate. The name did ring a bell. More like a gong. He was ‘the boy who lived’. I knew him. Everyone knew him in the magical world. I smiled at them all. “I’m Vanessa Michaels. My friends call me Nessa. Or they did, before I transferred here,” I mentally slapped myself. Don’t ramble, dammit. Hermione smiled at me. “Oh, where from?” I sat down in front of her and replied. “Beauxbatons,” She smiled. “You came a few years ago, for the Triwizard Tournament,” I nodded. That was a fun time. Glad I got to spend it with my friends.
The train finally began to move. The compartment I was in was filled with talk, laughter. I felt misplaced. I stood quiet for most of the ride. Then, Hermione suggested everyone change into they’re robes. We would be arriving soon. After a little while, the train dragged to a stop at a station. We made our way to Hogwarts by crossing a lake and riding in carts pulled by Thestrals. I could see them. I had watched my grandmother die in her hospital bed. I was only 6 then, I don’t remember much, but I tell you, it wasn’t pretty.
I’d been to Hogwarts before. I knew that it was a great school. In fact, had my best friend come with me, I wouldn’t have hated it so much. A woman I knew as McGonagall approached me in the entrance hall of the school. She looked really up tight.
“Come with me,” she commanded. I didn’t like her tone much, but something told me not to talk back. She led me through a series of hallways and stair flights. Soon, we came to a statue of a gargoyle. I was confused. She murmured something, I was unable to hear, and the statue began to rotate, revealing stairs. Assuming they led to an office, I followed silently.
As I’d assumed, they did lead to an office. In the office was a million of things; Strange things. In the middle of the room, stood a stool with an old hat resting on it. I was told to sit on the stool, and the woman placed the hat on my head. Again, I was confused as to why she was doing this. If this was her way of offering fashion advice, I wasn’t accepting. Suddenly, the hat talked. It said different things about me. I wasn’t too surprised, as many items in the magical world did so. It seemed to be trying to decide something.
“GRYFFINDOR!” This shocked me. The hat seemed to shot out the word. Suddenly I understood. The hat was sorting me into a group. Just like BB, only different. The hat was taken off of me, and I was again addressed by McGonagall.
“If you do not know, I am Professor McGonagall. I am your Head of House and Transfiguration teacher. If you’ll follow me, I will show you where to sit, Miss Michaels.” I wasn’t unfamiliar with the subject. I followed her without question.
I was led into a great hall. I’d been here before, too. She pointed at a long table that I assumed was where I was to be seated. I saw the people I had met on the train, the nice ones, that is. I walked over to the table, and I couldn’t help but notice all the eyes looking at me. I took a seat and I looked up right into the eyes of Harry. He smiled, I smiled, and then I stared down at my plate, as to not fall in those pools. I listened to the Headmaster’s, Professor Dumbledore, speech subconsciously. I didn’t really catch all he said, but I knew it was about the first years.
As I stared at my plate, food appeared. I looked around the table and decided on salad. The salad bowl was near, so I fixed my self one. I wasn’t one to eat much. “Is that all your going to eat?” I heard Ron’s voice. He sat on Harry’s right. I looked up at him and nodded. He gave me a look and said, “Oh, okay,” I shrugged it off as I heard Harry laughing. I blushed slightly, but I didn’t pay much more attention to it.
The meal was very good, even if it was just salad. Afterwards, Hermione led me to a portrait. She looked at Harry, who looked at Ron, who looked at Neville, who shrugged and looked at Ginny. She sighed and said, “Ashwinder. The password is Ashwinder.” The portrait, which happened to be of a fat lady, swung open revealing a hole leading to a big room. I followed the others. I had not been into this room, and when I did see it, I was pleased. It was a comfy looking place.
There were other students, whom I assumed were ‘Gryffindors’ sitting in the chairs, reading, talking, or something. The others sort of migrated to the fireplace. I stood awkwardly for a while, before asking, “Um, Where do we sleep?”
Hermione pointed up a staircase. I nodded thanks before heading upstairs. I walked into a dormitory and I saw a bed with my things on it. I shrugged at the convenience and began to unpack.
When I was done, I was not alone. A good few other sixth year girls had joined me. They were all talking excitedly about tomorrow’s classes. I had gotten the same schedule. It read:
Breakfast: 7:50-8:50 a.m.
Transfiguration: 9:00-9:45 a.m.
Care of Magical Creatures: 9:55-10:40 a.m.
Defense Against the Dark Arts: 10:50-11:35 a.m.
Lunch: 12:00–1:00 p.m.
Break: 1:10-1:55 p.m.
Potions: 2:05-2:50 p.m.
Herbology: 3:00-3:45 p.m.
Your Choice of Divination, Ancient Runes, Occulemcy, Legilmency, or Break: 3:55-4:40 p.m.
Dinner: 5:00-6:30 p.m.
Free Time in common room for remainder of day.
I was neither pleased nor displeased with this. I didn’t know much about this school, so I did not know what to expect. I glanced at my watch. It read 9:00 p.m. I decided to go to bed. I was a bit tired. I changed into my sleepwear, climbed under my blankets, and drifted off to sleep. The last thing I thought of were those eyes…
Author's Note: It's kind of short, but it's my first and it took me an hour to type up. Hope you like it, soon I'll have the next chapter up!
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