Can't touch me

Chapter 1: Platform Nine and three Quarters

Camille O'dair walked onto platform nine and three quarters exactly half a minute before the train set off.

She was tall for her age, and as this was her first time on the platform this came rather in handy for taking in every detail over the bustling crowds. Over at one end there was a family of redheads hurrying onto the last carriage, and throughout the crowds many other clusters of friends and family were gathered together, some in greeting others in greeting and farewell.

The last whistle for the train blew and Camille snapped out of her daze.

Focus, you don't have time to daydream.

Stumbling over to the third carriage down, she started to heave her trunk onto the train. A flash of white blond caught her eye as she stepped on. Spinning her head around she locked eyes with a thin, pale boy standing with his mother.

Ah, this was someone she knew. The Malfoy boy.

He started at her gaze and looked away, before being pulled back into the crowds that were busy leaping onto the steam engine. Camille turned and hopped into the carriage. She started to drag her trunk down the train, hoping for a free carriage. The only free carriage had a small girl sitting in it. Her dirty blond hair was trailing loose down her back and she had a huge crown of sunflowers.

"Hey, um, can I sit here?" Camille asked.

There was a pause. The other girl opened her eyes. They were an odd grey-blue, like the calm before a storm of whispers.

"If you don't mind the Friglets..."

"Pardon?"

"They're tiny shadows that love to watch you, this compartment is infested."

Camille looked disconcerted for a second. "Well if you say so."

She walked into the cabin and climbed onto the seat to deposit her trunk on the racks.

"Camille," she smiled.

"Sorry?" The girl looked up.

"That's my name."

"Oh," pondered the girl, "Mine's Luna. I like your eyes."

Camille grinned. "Nice to meet you Luna."

Very nice indeed.

"What house do you think you'll be sorted into?" Camille wondered aloud as she stared out of the window, "if the hat dares put me into any house but Ravenclaw I'll be sure to turn it into a handbag."

"Oh, Ravenclaw as well I should think, both my mother and father were," Luna replied.
"Oh yeah I guess that's something to take into account," muttered Camille, "Did your mum and dad come to drop you off?"

For a moment a look of sadness crossed Luna's face but it returned to its usual openness so quickly Camille wondered if she had imagined it.

"My father helped me onto the train, but my mother died a few years ago,"

"Oh god I'm sorry, I didn't mean to-"

"That's alright, it wasn't your fault," Luna answered, confusion resting on her face at Camille's apology.

"I came alone." Camille stammered out.

No don't say that.

"Ok," Luna glanced over, her tone mild.

Oh

They sat in silence for the rest of the journey. After the first ten minutes of quiet they both started giggling at their awkwardness, it stopped being uncomfortable and became, well, comfortable. When the trolley witch came round both Luna and Camille bought lunch but resided into silence soon after, both too into their books to talk. They were interrupted soon after this by a bushy haired girl already in her robes asking if they had seen a red head boy and a boy with glasses, but she left soon after she realized they were first years.