Midnight Rain - L.B.

O N E

I'm lost in this world, I hate it
You're gone, but you're still my favourite

Hogwarts Express
September 1st, 1997
6:37 pm | Tatum Vaughneton

I watched the trees disappearing as we rushed past. Feeling the low vibration and hum of the train meeting the tracks underneath.

I watched the halcyon sunset, entranced by the yellows swirling around with the reds, playfully leaning onto a pink and a deep blue the higher it went into the sky, scattered with the soft dots of stars hanging still in space, making it more of a littered beautiful mess.

Lucille Granger, Luce, was good company, considering her taciturn nature made the aura quite peaceful. Free of the noise of constant chatter and the conversing of first years and seventh years. One group is excited to start the year. One group is excited for the end of the year.

Luce looked up briefly from her book and smiled at me before reading again.

Then the door to the once quiet and relaxing compartment was slid open by two tall figures, two shorter figures behind them, destined to ruin the atmosphere with their muggle herb and highly explicit sexual discussions.

"Why'd you two disappear?" Onyx started, pushing Blaise out of her way so she could easily slide down into the most comfortable seat in the small room.

Onyx DeLoughrey, Onny, Nyx. Her voice is rather sweet and yet somewhat of a demand, always getting her way. However, she tended to prattle whenever asked about any new school gossip or her opinion on certain school or celebrity couples. You can always count on her to know exactly who is sleeping with or dating whom.

Draco walked in next, moving past the other two, plopping down next to Lucille and shooting her a highly sarcastic smile.

Draco Malfoy, no nickname because he refuses, is more on the reticent side. He'll stay in his bubble of unnecessary grumpy teenage angst until the words being exchanged seem to entice him. Then it's hard to get him to stop talking. But I will say it's rare to get him talking about something that isn't incredibly offensive to at least half the population. This means he's mostly just sexist or calling Lucille "mud blood" and everyone else blood traitors.

"We needed a break from you four loud babies," Lucille smiled, closing her book that she'd previously been indulging in.

Blaise shoved Lorenzo back next, sitting neatly on the other side of Lucille. "We're not that loud. It's mostly Onyx."

This earned him a sharp slap in the back of the head from Onyx.

He winced and grumbled to himself before turning to face the window.

Blaise Zabini, no nickname because there aren't a lot of nicknames you can make with his name, was the sanguine one of the lot of us. Never giving up hope no matter what downs we faced, he was there with a smile and an inappropriate joke to attempt to ease the mood. This was not his best quality if we were all arguing and all of a sudden he started talking about the best egg boiling techniques so we stopped fighting with each other.

Then it was Lorenzo Berkshire, Enzo, Berkshit, he sat between Onyx and me, folding his hands in his lap and beginning his disgustingly descriptive talks about his sexual interactions with whatever girl he was now successfully making worship him.

Probably in both the sexual sense and the figurative sense. You really never know with him.

He was the fatuous and immature of the group. Always in another girl (Yes, like that). Always in need of more validation no matter what accomplishments he met. Typical teenage boy.

"I have an idea." He whispered lowly in my ear when he realized nobody was listening to his stories, fingers tapping gentle patterns on his knees.

I took a short breath, ripping my gaze from the alluring scenery. My face mere centimetres from his, speaking with the same quiet tone. "And what might that be? Another "great" idea that may nearly get us killed? Or expelled? We always get caught when it's you're idea and I won't take the blame anymore."

"Aww, I knew you missed me." He smirked. "Already getting on my ass about staying out of trouble. I missed you too, don't worry."

"I'm not getting in trouble for you no matter how many times you say you missed me. We could get expelled if we do what I think you're thinking."

He tutted and stared into my eyes in a weak attempt to inattentively intimidate me. "You shouldn't think so little of me. I'd never let you get expelled, Val. I think you can do that rather easily on your own time. My idea involves an adult beverage from a certain professor's cabinet that you just so happen to have every opportunity to steal from. Not vandalizing school property. That's for Thursdays."

As tempting as his offer was- no, I really have no excuse besides the gut feeling that drinking is wrong.

I nodded. "Okay. We can all hang out tonight in my dorm. Don't get too drunk though because I won't sleep on the floor again just because you're too lazy to move. And just go buy the alcohol so you don't get in trouble with the teachers."

He gasped like a child and sat back, eyelashes shading his already deep brown eyes. "I'm so glad you're actually fun this year. No offence. I would have thought you being prefect would make you more of a grinch."

I mocked his gasp. "I'm so glad you're not ugly this year. No offence. And I'm only a prefect because it looks good on university applications."

He rolled his eyes playfully. "A compliment? You don't think I'm ugly? You find me attractive? How cute."

"Shut your mouth, no I do not," I muttered, slouching slightly.

"And Draco isn't sexually attracted to an apple." He countered with a grin.

Lucille snorted before coughing and quickly opening her book again.

Draco scoffed. "Would you stop with that!"

The corners of Enzo's lips turned up slightly as he continued. "The bewitching green hues shining in the light of the full moon arouses you."

Lucille was now laughing hysterically, abandoning her plan to hide behind the pages of the yellowing leather book in her hands.

Draco glared and sent Lorenzo the finger. "Stop it."

"It's apple texture on your tongue, tangy scents floating through the air around y-"

Draco repetitively kicked Enzo in the shins.

However, Enzo remained unfazed, continuing his poetic sentences focusing on his cousin making out with an apple.

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Anyways

It gets better I swear.

The first chapter is done though so yay!

I promise to write longer chapters, the first few are just usually the ones I leave short.

Hang in there.

wc: 1143

(edited 01/31/2024)