Year 1 - Dynamics - A Harry Potter Fic.

Part One-- Vyla's POV

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Hogwarts and the Super-Pal-Trio

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Year One:

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(The Train)(Vyla's PoV)

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It's been about ten minutes since the Hogwarts express train has departed from the station. I'm still lugging around with my trunk, trying to find an open cart to sit in. I sigh, opening the door to the next cart when a body comes barreling through the door and slams into me. I drop my trunk and fall back on my ass. The girl with short, frizzy-curly hair trips over me and falls. On top. Of me.

I groan, feeling the strain in my fingers after the trunk's escape from my grasp. I groan and shoot a look at her. A cold glare.

"So. Was it a dragon or a spider?" I ask, my tone all snappy.

"I-I'm sorry, what?"

"I'm asking what made you come storming through the carts like a fricking bull."

"Okay, I know I'm big but I'm not that big. And I was trying to catch my cat."

"Your cat? Aye, vey. Look, I'm not sure if you've noticed or not, but could you get off of me?"

I push her off, as she leans back to give me some room.

I look up and see a few heads popping out of a booth, snickering at us. I shoot them a glare.

They make fake scared noises but return to their own business.

"I'm sorry about that, I wasn't watching where I was going."

I look her up and down. She has a ragged robe, one that looks like it's a hand-me-down. I sigh and stick out my hand.

"I'm Vyla. Vyla Ashum. Pureblood, and pretty proud of where I come from."

She looks at my hand.

"I'm Valentine Garlent. I'm a half-blood and I guess you could say that."

She takes my hand and we shake.

I hear someone clear their throat from behind me, and I turn my head seeing a male with many freckles standing there, holding my trunk in their arms. They extend it out to me, offering to pass it back.

I nod to him and take my trunk from his arms.

"Thanks, do you mind if I sit with you all? I don't know what I'm doing." He says, before laughing nervously.

"Hah, join the club, brother. Sucks being a first-year freshie."

"I don't think it's too bad so far. Although, I did get lost a couple of times earlier."

"Say, didn't you lose a cat?" I mention.

"OH! I completely forgot! I hope he's still on the train and I find him eventually." They say anxiously.

"You have a cat?!" The freckled boy exclaims.

"Yeah! His name's Damon. He's a Maine coon, and is pretty kind but likes wandering off sometimes."

"Damn. Hope you didn't leave him behind by accident." I wink at Valentine, before turning to the freckled boy.

"So what's your name?"