Transferring schools was never easy and I knew it. That overwhelming thought of having to leave your old friends behind along with making new ones makes me feel physically sick.
Although I promised myself I would keep my composure for the time being these thoughts already feel like there about to take over.
The train is fairly quiet. It seemed like a chaotic mess from what I saw outside, but once everybody's settled down it's quite peaceful, I must admit. I pick at the skin around my finger nails until its bleeding, staring at the greenery that has grown boring to me for the last ten minutes. I can only at least try to avoid this rushing anxiety and those thoughts lingering inside me for to long.
In a way I was happy about moving to Hogwarts. My brain floats it's way to think about the one person I'll recognise when I arrive. Harry Potter. We where inseparable, he was my best friend. Nothing romantic of course, purely platonic.
The laughter and excitement the days of our childhood brought pains me to think about. Considering we aren't close anymore I'm not sure things will be the same as they once were. My stomach churns thinking about it.
The last time we spoke was just 2 days before he caught the train to Hogwarts, we promised each other we would stay in touch but I always accumulated he was to busy with school.
It's not a shock to me. I mean, the last time I saw Harry was just 2 days before he left to catch the Hogwarts Express. We promised each other to keep in touch but it just feels one sided. I reach out to Harry every month, making sure to include every small detail of exciting things that had happened/is happening for me but his response is always short and dry, if he even sends one back.
I'm sure he's still as sweet as he was before he moved, very sweet in fact, but aside of that I just can't help think about all the trauma he's been through.
I couldn't even begin to imagine how I would feel knowing my parents where killed by the most powerful wizard in the world, but myself still surviving in some mysterious miracle.
The hailstones outside picked up their pace, leaving the atmosphere looking gloomy. It slips out of my mind as soon as my attention draws to a ginger haired girl. Her smile widened when she realised I was aware she was talking to me. "Hi!" the girl spoke "Would you mind?" she asked pointing to the seat opposite me still looking at me. "No of course, go ahead" I smile right back at her.
"I'm Ginny, by the way" she swung her copper coloured hair to the other side of her shoulder.
"Nice to meet you, I'm (y/n)" I reply. We both chat for what felt like forever, but she seemed to be accompanied by my presence. We mainly talked about what house I'll be obliged to stay in. Ginny tells me about the students, the scenery and everything else she thought I should be aware of. I tried to keep the topic simple in case I shared any information I would regret.
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Swarms of electrified people gather through out the train, eager to be reunited with fresh air. "I'll see you later!" Ginny waved, beginning to stand up to melt into the crowds that resembled thousands of squished up people in a small snow globe. I pick up all my things I had laying down next to me and tried to compress through everybody. "Not so peaceful anymore is it" I hear a small brunette girl murmur.
My feet get stood on at least a billion times, I wouldn't be surprised if there's bruises. There is simply to many students for me to make my way out of here. Out of no where, my body gets unexpectedly slammed into the a seat except it the seat wasn't exactly empty.
"Watch it!" A deep, drawling voice spat. A veiny hand aimed to push me but moved my entire body. "Jeez, it was an accident!" I hissed, dropping down to collect my things that flew out of my grip, from the wrapper covered floor. I couldn't manage to work out what kind of wrappers they where but I've never seen them before. Must be a Hogwarts special.
I heard a few people snickers but not as many for everyone to have seen how embarrassing this was for me. The blonde haired boy bickered endlessly until there were few people left in the train.
"I'm not wasting another second talking to you" I tell him vigorously. He is sitting with two other students who I will assume are his little backup buddies. They looked quite scared of him.
My eyes follow the blondes frame as he stands up, towering over me but still looking down at me. He stays smirking. Who does he think he is? I fold my arms and roll my eyes at his existence before I walk away without any hesitation.
My feet follow through the train all the way to the exit, and that's when I saw it. I know the castle was never described as small but now I see it in person it's so unbelievably humongous.
I reminded myself that bad things only lead to good while leaving the train.
