Elena pulled her trunk into the train, and waved her parents a last goodbye.
"Write to us!" Her dad cried into his tissue, wiping his nose clean. He had been silently sobbing through-out the journey to plateform 9 and 3/4."There there..." her mom hugged him.
She smiled at them, and then turned her attention to finding a compartment. There were so many students (some of which already had groups of friends) that she felt utterly lost.
"Hey!" Yelled a blonde boy near an empty compartment.
Elena looked around, perplexed. Seeing no one he could be talking to, she mouthed "me?"
"Yeah, you!" He yelled again.
She slowly walked upto him, still feeling confused. He walked into the compartment, and she followed him.
"Have a seat." He said kindly.
He was a slender, pale (but not unhealthy) boy with green eyes. He sat high and in a rather etiquette manner, the kind of child mum always pointed out to Elena as 'well-taught'.
After studying him for a few seconds, she quietly sat opposite to him and gave him a nervous smile, which he returned. He didn't look nervous though; on the contrary, he looked very excited."So..." she anxiously started, "you're becoming a wizard, huh?"
Idiot. Of coarse he's becoming a wizard, he's on the train. She thought."Yeah!" He said enthusiastically, as if he'd been holding in his energy.
"My brother- Orion- he says they have loads of fun there! He says there are stairs that move, and common rooms, and tons of food and talking paintings-""Talking paintings?!" She said in disbelief. Out of all the things he said, this was the most peculiar one to Elena.
"Yeah! Didn't your parents tell you?"
She shook her head. He went on, with even more zest as if he was responsible for informing her, "He says they jump through each other's paintings sometimes!""It sounds creepy..." she muttered.
"No! It's hogwarts! It's the safest place in the whole wizarding world, dad says!" He reassuringly said.
He stopped talking for a moment, but then asked;"Which house do you want to go to?"
"What?"
"Houses." He explained, "you know, you're divided based on what you're like. Dad says he wants me to be a slytherin."
Elena tried to understand his last word, but decided it was probably a house name.
"How many are there? How do they divide you?"
"Well, there are four houses. There's Slytherin, Gryffindor, Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff." He counted it off on his fingers.
"Slytherins are suppose to be really witty, Gryffindors are brave, Ravenclaws are intelligent and Hufflepuffs are honest or loyal.""How do they find out what we're like?"
"They put a hat on your head. It'll shout out which house you belong in."
"Oh. Well, which is the good house?"
"I don't know. My brother is in Gryffindor, Mum was a ravenclaw, and Dad was slytherin. My brother says that he think I'll be in Hufflepuff, but dad says I'm a slytherin."
"Where do you want to be?"
He paused for a moment, and then dropped his head. "I dunno. Mum asked me that too." He sounded almost sad, as if loosing some of his enthusiasm, "Honestly I don't want to be in any house... Although maybe if I'm in slytherin, dad will be proud."
"In my opinion, Huffle-" she paused to pronounce the word, "uh- huffle..puff? Yeah, it sounds nice. I mean, It feels like you just have to be a good person. That's what we should all be, don't you think?"
"But dad said that only stupid people become Hufflepuffs... although my brother said that that's not true..." he mumbled.
"We'll see...we're not sorted yet, are we?"
"No." He shook his head. "You're right...we'll see."
An old wizened lady pushing a trolley appeared at the compartment door.
"Anything from the trolley dear?"
The boy bought some things to eat, but Elena refused.The food looked rather unappetizing (live chocolate frogs and what-not)
So she instead ate her dad's hand-made macaroons. Since her father was a baker, she often got delicious treats as lunch for school."Want to have some?" She offered the box of macaroons to the boy.
"Thanks." He took one, and then offered his pumkin pastilles, which she politely refused.
They ate quietly. After finishing, the boy started to talk about the wonders of Hogwarts again.
Elena quietly nodded everytime he paused, feeling too confused to be able to respond. His description made her feel as though the place was no less than a haunted house, yet his excitement was like that of a child about to take his favourite ride. While he talked about some village near the school, Elena interrupted him.
"What's your name?"
"Huh?" He paused. "Elios Selwyn." He said with a small smile.
"I'm Elena Zeller."
He looked at her for a moment, then outstretched his hand.
"Friends?""Alright." She took his hand and shook it. He gave a small, awkward laugh.
Elios again began to describe the school throughout the journey.
When the school came into view, Elena stared out at the giant, gloomy-looking castle.
They unboarded the train, and followed the game-keeper to the boats. Nervously, Elena, Elios and another students took a place on the boat as they rowed across the lake. Twice the curly-haired girl, whom Elios knew to be Soleil Rosier, nearly fell into the water before Elena caught her."Thanks" she panted.
"Don't mention it." Elena replied.
"Who're you?" She quickly asked.
"Elena Zeller."
She stared at her, then at Elios. He wasn't looking at them, but Elena had a feeling he was listening.
"Right." She said, her eyebrow raised as if she was implying something.
"Did you meet Elios on the train?"
"Yeah."
She studied him for a moment. He was still looking away determinedly.
Soleil, a very talkative person apparently, told Elena all the wonders of hogwarts as well.Ok so please ignore any cringe. This is my first rom ff so....enjoy, i guess? Also the last names of purebloods are from the list of the sacred twenty-eight...i didn't want to use them but it feels nice so...byeeee
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The Wolf's Fairy [Hogwarts Setting]
FantasyElena Zeller is a muggleborn Hufflepuff who started out as friends with Elios Selwyn. Over the years, he transformed into a pureblood supremacist, due to which Elena began to heartily dislike him...until she found out his secret. It is her duty to p...