Sabrina ; The next generation

Two

Kings Cross Station was full of people as we left the train.

The three of us stood side by side, staring into the crowd of people surrounding all the luggage that was being unloaded.

"Oh fuck. There's my dad."

Theo and I looked at Adriana and followed her eyes to where a guy was leaning against the brick wall, wearing sunglasses to hide his eyes.

I don't think I've ever seen him without his sunglasses.

"Be tough, my love." Theo grinned, pulling her in for a hug. "We can still beat his arse."

"Shove off!" Adriana groaned and pushed Theo away who simply laughed while Adriana pulled me in a for a hug. "Text me when you get home."

"Oh trust me." I breathed, pulling away to look at her. "I will. I need to make sure that arsehole you call a father, didn't lay a hand on you again."

"Breena." She sighed. "That was one time. You know he doesn't do that shit anymore."

I folded my arms over my chest, looking towards her dad who was looking out way.

Automatically, I sent him a fake smile and lifted my middle finger to flip him off.

He didn't react, but Adriana did. She grabbed my hand and forced it back down.

"Sabrina!"

"What?!" I exclaimed. "I have the dude. So does my entire family. They must have a reason."

"He's my dad." She said. "Can you both just please stop? You're gonna make it worse."

"Alright." Theo said before I got to say anything. He placed his hand on her head and messed up her hair, knowing it annoyed her. "Get home, love."

"Bye." She started backing up towards the luggage, waving at us. "Losers."

She turned away from us and grabbed her trunk before making her way towards her dad who greeted her in a hug before the two apparated.

"She's going to be alright... right?" I asked and looked up at Theo who sighed.

"Of course. She'a Adri. She's always alright."

Theo nudged me with his shoulder before leading the way over to the luggage. He handed me my trunk before looking for his own.

"Excuse me."

I looked at the person who placed a hand on my shoulder to get past me, and when I saw the side-profile of the person, my body tensed up.

She bent down to look for her stuff and my eyes fell to her body to look at the clothes she was wearing.

A pair of white sweat shorts and a matching white top which showed off her cleavage. It was a cropped top, it sat tightly against her body and I could see some of her back and some of her stomach.

Shit.

Then my eyes landed on her arse. I don't mean to. I'm usually very respectful but right now, I was imagining all the things I'd—

"Breena." Theo shoved me in the shoulder, causing me to look at him.

He raised his eyebrows at me, flicking his eyes to Hannah, then to me again, a smirk spreading on his face.

"What?" I asked, acting like I hadn't just been totally obvious about checking out Hannah.

Hannah is in the same year as us. She's Muggle-Born and a Hufflepuff. I know that she's from York and that she's got parents and a Muggle brother who's a few years older, but that's it.