𝕍𝕖𝕝𝕝𝕚𝕔𝕠𝕣 (𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚗): 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚏𝚞𝚕𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚘𝚏...
|| 𝔹𝕖𝕘𝕚𝕟𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘 ||
Malcom stumbled down the walkway of the train, he wasn't very muscular making carrying his trunk decently difficult.He
looked around for a, preferably empty, compartment. He began to lose hope about three fourths of the way down the train. He
looked to his left, 'full..' he thought, frowning. He looked across the aisle. He let out an unintentional sigh of relief "Finally.." he
muttered. He slid the compartment door open, huffing at how high up the trunk storage was 'welp, here we go..' he thought
grabbing his luggage. He put one of his hands on the bottom of the trunk, the other on the side. He tried hoisting it up to the
storage, standing on his tippy toes. It was just as difficult as he thought it would be, after struggling for around four, maybe
five, minutes he got it up there. He plopped himself down on the compartment seats, 'not bad.' he thought. Malcom turned to
the window. His dull grey eyes watching as scenery sped past. He began thinking about what house he might be sorted into.
What house did he want to be sorted into? Malcom pondered this for a minute. 'Gryffindor? Maybe Ravenclaw.. Or perhaps
Slytherin? Maybe it'd be cool if he was in Hufflepuff.' he sighed relaxing he had no clue. He stayed in that train of thought for a
while, he almost didn't hear the compartment door slide open. Malcom's head snapped to the door. A girl who was obviously a
first year, like him stood in the doorway. He raised an eyebrow curiously at the brunette. "what do you need?" he asked
curiously. "I was wondering if you've seen a toad? A boy named Neville's lost one." Malcom stared at the compartment wall
racking his brain. "No, I don't believe I have. Sorry.. I'll keep an eye out though." he responded politely. "Right, well thank you.
I'm Hermoine by the way Hermoine Granger, you are?" she pried. Malcom smiled "I'm Malcom Argile." she smiled "lovely
name, now I hope I see you at the sorting ceremony but I must continue my search. Goodbye for now Malcom." Malcom
nodded "I hope to see you there as well." he returned the goodbye. As the door clicked shut he leaned back, looking out the
window again, 'guess mum was right, the people are quite nice.' He thought, humming.
{A/N} 𝙷𝚒𝚢𝚊! 𝚂𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚢 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚊 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚝- 𝙸 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚍𝚞𝚌𝚎 𝚖𝚢𝚋𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚝𝚢𝚕𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚝 𝚘𝚏- 𝚒𝚍𝚔. 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝙸 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐! 𝚄𝚙𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚜 𝚖𝚊𝚢 𝚋𝚎 𝚜𝚕𝚘𝚠 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝙸'𝚖 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚑 𝚊𝚝 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙸 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎 :) 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚋𝚎 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚊 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚝 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝙸 𝚝𝚛𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚘𝚝𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚒𝚗𝚏𝚘 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖!! 𝙰𝚗𝚢𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚗𝚎𝚡𝚝 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚢 𝚜𝚊𝚏𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜!!! <𝟹
-𝟹𝟿𝟿 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜 (𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢, 𝙸 𝚊𝚖 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙰/𝙽)
! I do not own or claim ownership of Harry Potter, this is merely a fanfic for my own enjoyment and your enjoyment !
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