𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐞 | 𝐣𝐩

𝐢. 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧

• 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧 •

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A girl stood on the platform with her parents. The three of them with tense smiles on their faces, each looking more uncomfortable than the next. It had been that way for the last seven years, and the girl wasn't surprised to see that it hadn't changed.

The girl was undeniably beautiful. Her blonde hair reached just below her chest, the front strands holding bright purple dye. Her green eyes were framed with mascara and eyeliner - which was winged and had been smoked out. Her freckles stood proudly on her cheeks and nose - which held a piercing.

She stood tall at five foot eleven, and she was proud of her height. It helped intimidate some of the weaker, less proud students. Well, she intimidated most of the students, just some were too proud and egotistical to admit it.

She wore fishnet tights on her legs, black doc martins on her feet, and a short black and white plaid skirt - which was most likely too short for her parents preference, but she didn't care. Tucked into the skirt was a black tee which had 'The Beatles' written across it.

Her long nails were wrapped around her trunk as she walked forward, away from her parents, and before the other family could attempt to engage her in awkward conversation. She loved the other family, well the parents, but she avoided them when their sons were with them.

She rolled her eyes as she saw some of the sneers - especially coming from two boys in particular. She turned and looked at them both, flicked them each a middle finger and a sarcastic smile and then walked onto the crimson train.

She sat in her compartment, opened the window and pulled out a cigarette. She sighed as she lit it and inhaled the toxic fumes.

The door opened, and in walked her favourite person in the entire world - quite possibly.

"Regulus Arcturus Black." She smirked as the boy huffed and sat on the seat opposite her.

"Elladora Lavender Emerson." The boy said back with a smile.

"Where's your shadow?" Elladora asked, and then the door opened once more. "Well, speak of the devil and he shall appear."

Evan Rosier rolled his eyes and sat next to Regulus, "Pleasure as always Ella."

Elladora laughed and took another puff on her cigarette.

"Must you smoke that vile thing, El?" Regulus asked with a roll of his eyes.

Elladora inhaled once more and then breathed it again, "I believe so, Reg."

"You're disgusting." Regulus scowled as he wafted the fumes away from him.

Elladora laughed and zoned out while Evan and Regulus spoke about something that she wasn't interested in - so the list of topic could be endless. Elladora and Evan were entering into their seventh year at Hogwarts, while Regulus started his sixth. Elladora was excited that it was her final year.

It wasn't that she didn't like Hogwarts. Sure, the teachers were prejudice, the students were prejudice and the headmaster was probably the most prejudice of all - and the homework was murder. But, it wasn't all bad. She met her best friends - but then again, lost her oldest friend too.