𝑩𝒖𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒄𝒖𝒑 | ᴊᴀᴍᴇs ᴘᴏᴛᴛᴇʀ

1 | 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠

"𝑡ℎ𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑎𝑟𝑘, 𝑡ℎ𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑜𝑜𝑟,
𝑡ℎ𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑛𝑜 𝑜𝑛𝑒'𝑠 𝑏𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑏𝑒𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑒,
𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑖𝑡 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙𝑠 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 ℎ𝑜𝑚𝑒"

𝐚 𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐬, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐦𝐚𝐧

After several hours had passed, the group of first years had grown quite to enjoy the conversation they found themselves having.

The forced proximity of the train compartment had led to discussions of some rather questionable topics, being 11-year-old boys, the conversations featured subjects that Aria found herself rather embarrassed hearing.

If they were comfortable having these conversations in front of her, she could only imagine the words they would exchange when she was no longer in their company.

Wait no, never mind, she didn't want to think about it.

One good side effect of the forced proximity was the opportunity for Aria to be able to study each boy's personality. Being able to read people was a skill that had proved to be very useful for determining the good and the bad out there, this group of boys was no exception.

She was able to gather rather quickly that James Potter, was most definitely, 100%, a people person.

Aria didn't think she had ever heard someone talk as much as James Potter did in the few hours that she was fortunate enough to be in his company.

James had taken it upon himself to thoroughly explain each and every detail of Hogwarts, the house system, teachers, and the pranks he planned to play on anyone who dared to doubt his skills in the art.

He was also very kindhearted.

Even hours earlier, when he had yet to learn her name, he had been sweet enough to guide her through the basics of the wizarding world and was even willing to let her sit in the same compartment as him and get to know him fairly well.

Coming across as quiet, but a right blather mouth when he got comfortable, was Remus Lupin.

Also coming across as quite a bookworm, he had informed the three of what he had read in the book 'Hogwarts, a history', which included the history of the founders and some random facts about the great halls' ceiling?

Aria had yet to discover what he had meant by that but she was excited nonetheless.

Sirius Black was quite an oddball, he was probably the hardest for Aria to read.

Like James, he never seemed to shush.

Sirius and James became quite close over the train ride, sharing stories of their lives outside of school and speaking of their shared interests.

He had chimed in with a few select words of where his family could "shove it", claiming that he had a few cousins and acquaintances who were still receiving education at Hogwarts. According to the boy, other children of the group his parents were a part of, the so-called 'Sacred 28' as he called it, would also be joining Hogwarts this year.

They were not the nicest people, reminding her much of the thousands of high-end Londoners she often passed. Aria made a mental note to avoid them as much as physically possible when they arrived.

The only thing that Aria found herself pondering over surrounding the whole Hogwarts spiel, was the explanation of the sport played there, Quidditch.

She had never been one for sport, watching the runners travel past the orphanage at ungodly hours of the morning was unappealing and the football that was often played on the grass pitch owned by the local school looked downright exhausting.