I opened my compartment door and looked down the corridor. It was empty. Shooting the younger girls a glare, I stormed out, sliding the door firmly closed behind me. I started to pace along the train; every compartment was full. I even slipped through to another carriage of the train. This one seemed ever busier.
Suddenly, up ahead, I saw a familiar face: Zoe Henderson, a kind-natured Gryffindor in the year below me, and one of my good friends.
She was in her robes, and slipping into a compartment at the end of train. Jogging over to it, I gently rapped on the door, and slid it back to see three faces peering up at me. I couldn’t help feeling that I had interrupted something…
"Hey, Zoe, can I sit here?" I indicated the spare seat by the window, my robes flapping about my arms. "A bunch of Second Year Ravenclaws just came into my compartment. I can't stand their chatter when I'm trying to read."
"Sure," she said, whilst trying to peak at the book I was holding.
"Is that in Runes?" she boggled.
"Yeah, so what? It's actually very interesting-"
"If you like runes," the guy sitting next to Kaitlynn said.
I turned to him, glaring. I was about to snap something nasty at him, when Kaitlynn interrupted me.
“Mel, this is Aubrey. He’s in a lot of my classes, but he’s a Hufflepuff. Aubrey, this is Melissa Mandrake, a Ravenclaw, and fifth year, like us.”
Aubrey nodded at me, and I shook back my fringe out of my eyes, studying him. Neither of us smiled, we just took to watching each other carefully for a moment. I was the first to turn away, not bothered, and slumped against the window, busy trying to translate what was written under my fingers. I could vaguely hear whispering from one corner of the compartment, but I ignored it.
After about five minutes of pure silence, I felt eyes on me.
“What?” I said, looking up at them.
“Good book?” Zoe said quietly. Suddenly, I realised how loud my voice had been. Sometimes I do that; sometimes I yell when I only meant to exclaim.
“Yeah,” I shrugged. “It has some pretty cool stuff.”
“And the runes?”
I raised an eyebrow, a little unsure of what she meant. Once again, I shrugged my shoulders.
“Do you always read?” Aubrey asked, before I could say any more.
“Yes, she does,” Kaitlynn answered.
That’s not true specifically. I don’t always read, I just like to. And I was getting to a more difficult part of the story, filled with action bouncing off the pages so quickly that I could barely take it all in. Hence the fact I would have liked some silence.
“I don’t see why you bother,” pointed out Aubrey, “I gave runes up.”
I opened my rounded lips to reply, but was, once again, interrupted.
“I think we’re almost at Hogwarts, guys,” Kaitlynn said, her hands pressed up against the window.
I followed her glance, watching the spires of the mighty castle come into view, whilst I sat in thought. Not a good start to the year, I must say.