As Meegan awoke early in the morning she felt herself feeling very nervous. This was it her first day at Hogwarts and if she stalls any longer she will miss the bloody train.
Meegan slipped on a pair of ripped jeans and a black Metallica hoodie, she slipped on her Converse, grabbed her trunk and owl and bolted down the stairs and through the doors of the Leaky Cauldron.
"Oh seigneur s'il te plait ne me laisse pas être en retard" she whispered to herself as she was running rather quickly towards the platform.
"ok juste courir entre neuf et dix, ça devrait être assez facile non?"
She ran between the platform numbers 9 and 10 and she took a sort breathe of releif when she saw the train was still there and people were still getting on.
as she packed her trunk and owl she stepped onto the train and looked for a place to sit, specifically a place where no one was sitting. She knew english very well but when she gets nervous or very excited that will fly right out the window.
"Meegan, is that you?" a familiar voice asked as Meegan heard footsteps coming closer to her.
As she turned around she saw her, the girl with copper brown hair brown eyes and light freckles she was a little taller than Meegan and definitely way smarter.
"Hermione ça fait si longtemps!!"
The girl laughed and embraced her in a hug.
"It truly has been long hasn't it, why haven't you written me back?"
"Oh Hermione I am truly sorry honestly I am it's been a very stressful month and a terribly long drive to london."
"I forgive you but you must sit with us I incist." the brown haired girl pleaded to her old friend.
"Oh, pourquoi pas!" she stated and went to sit down with Hermione, Ron and Harry.
"Hi!" Harry said a little to enthusiastic which made Meegan jump a little then let out a short giggle.
"Well aren't you excité, Bonjour Harry."
"Wait, im confused what did you say." Harry looked as confused as ever he had never met a french person let alone a french girl who made every word sound like a silk curtain flowing in the wind.
"Harry, she said, Well aren't you excited, hello Harry." Hermione stated a bit of annoyance in her tone as she looked at the green eyed boy.
"Hermione its alright really, I forgot not everyone can understand french." Meegan stated trying to defuse the tension in the small compartment.
"And you, you're Ron right."
She asked pointing towards the ginger boy who has been acting quite shy the whole ride.
"Yes."
He answered with a bit of annoyance in his voice.
Meegan was taken aback by his stern response but she tried to control herself remebering what her father taught her and what he said he would do if she acted up at Hogwarts.
The slight thought of it made Meegan shiver. 'Vous feriez mieux de vous comporter car si vous ne le faites pas quand vous rentrez chez vous, vous ne serez pas accueilli à bras ouverts, vous serez puni.' remembering her fathers voice made tears threaten her eyes as she stood up and ran out of the compartment.
As she wiped away her tears she had become face to face with someones hard chest.
"Oh merde je suis désolé" she apologized to the boy before looking up at him. He towered over her like the Eiffel Tower.
"Sorry, what did you say." he asked smiling at her sort of laughing at the end.
"Oh, I said 'Oh shit I'm sorry' I forgot that im in London not Paris." she said internally scolding herself for forgetting once again where she was.
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Bonjour, George Weasley
FanfictionMeegan Pierre, is starting her sixth year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. She has just transferred from a wizarding school in Paris, France. As soon as she walks through the Great halls doors a unfamiliar ginger catches her eyes. Geor...
