I took an empty seat on the train and waited eagerly for the train to take off. I peer out the window to see a handsome blond with a green robe on and a disgusted expression. He appeared to be a Slytherin and I guess that backs up the look on his pale face. I reach into my bag and get my herbology textbook and begin to read a few pages for it was my worst subject back at the Merlins Academy. Suddenly a pale hand reaches to clutch the book and my head snaps in the direction. I see the blond Slytherin boy,
"Give that back, please." I keep calm. He busts out laughing hysterically as if it were a great humorous joke.
"I'm serious." I now stand up, only to be landing at the tip of his nose. He smirks,
"Listen, I'm not scared of a first-year witch."
"For your information, I'm fifth year. I am a transfer from the Merlins Academy of Magic!"
He tossed the book onto the booth table and smirks,
"Merlins? You have got to be kidding me." He scoffs and heads off towards the back of the train. I sit down and put my book away before a kind looking girl with curls blond hair arrives,
"Hello, I'm Luna Lovegood." She extends her arm and I shake her pale hand. She wore a grey sweater with a white shirt underneath and a blue tie with a blue skirt. Her hair was tied back in a low ponytail and she wore blue earrings.
"Hi, Luna, I'm Eliza Simmons." She smiles and sits down across from me,
"Are you a first year?" I shake my head in response,
"Fifth year but I transferred from the Merlins Academy." She nods,
"My cousin goes there and he is the same age as me, Gabriel Lovegood?" I think about the name for a couple of seconds before it meets my mind. I did know him but never that well, we never spoke unless we were partners on a project which we hardly ever ended up together. Gabriel was very outgoing and resembled Luna a lot. I nod my head,
"Gabriel! Yes, I know him. Blond, outgoing, gets in trouble?" I describe. She grins,
"That would be him. I'm a fifth year Ravenclaw at Hogwarts so if you get Ravenclaw then we'll be roommates!" She cheered. I giggle,
"I hope so, you seem very nice." I talk to Luna about the boy I had encountered a little while ago and she paints on a disgusted expression and sighs and shakes her head,
"That would be Draco Malfoy. He's a fifth year Slytherin and a total jerk."
