𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙤𝙮 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙡𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙙 ~ a harry potter fanfiction

1. a new day

  Eleanor Crewell started getting ready for her first day of the 6th year at Hogwarts. Hogwarts was probably one of your favorite places, besides Marina's cottage in the woods. Her little cottage was one of your getaways, with the beautiful pale wood and vines running down the sides. It was small, but enough room for you to go over on winter break.

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  "Shit! I'm going to be late!" I exclaimed while grabbing my owl on the way out the door. I hated being late, especially on the first day! I ran out of the door without looking back and called a cab to Kings Cross. I paid the cab driver £31 in muggle money that my friend, Talisa, gave me. Once at Kings Cross I practically ran to 9 3/4. 

                                                           ON THE TRAIN

  I sprinted over to my usual compartment with Elisa, a half-blood slytherin. Marina, a muggleborn gryffindor. And Talisa, a pureblood ravenclaw. My best friends, we met in 1st year on the train, they didn't trust me at first because of my family, but they warmed up to me eventually. 

Elisa had a rather bubbly personality, sometimes I wonder why she isn't a Hufflepuff. Talisa was a popular girl, and Marina loved art.

Hey, El's!" Marina shouted as I burst through the compartment doors. "C'mon hurry up you prick!" She yelled twice as loud.

 "God quiet down Mar's! You're gonna wake up people from America with that voice." I yelled as she sank back down in her seat, embarrassed. 

"How was your summer El? Meet any guys yet?" Talisa asked giddily. 

 I chuckled, "No, sadly" I put a hand over my face dramatically.

"What about Malfoy? You lot seemed close". She batted her eyes.

I gagged, "Ew, no. We're just friends."

"Plus, he's horrible" Elisa added.

Talisa nodded with an "mhm" and continued talking to Elisa.

  Hours later, with the rain pouring down on windows, as I started at my silver eyes in the reflection of the window. 'The train would be heading to a stop soon' I thought and slowly drifted off to sleep, listening to the excited chatter of my friends.