Greyish Black//marauders

1.Lovey

Lovey's POV

I woke up suddenly with the realization that I go to school today. I've always known I was a witch, my parents are wizards but I have never been to an actual school before because of the incident with my brother. My family consists of witches, wizards, muggles, and werewolves. I'm both witch and werewolf as my brother but we don't tell many people. Actually no one. Werewolves have such a bad reputation in the wizarding world so I don't tell just anyone. You've gotta be a special someone for me to tell you. I got all my stuff together and made myself look presentable for my first day. I throw on an Ireland Quidditch jersey pairing it with black leggings and boots. I was totally fine about the whole going to Hogwarts thing until I arrived on the platform. My heart began to race as if I were transitioning. Everyone my age will already have their friend group put together. They don't want to be friends with an awkward 16-year-old werewolf. I didn't have anyone with me so I was standing alone while everyone else was hugging their families goodbye. I put my trunks on the train and sat in an empty compartment with my owl, Moki. I had a little bag full of stuff I could use on the train like this month's quibbler, holidays with hags, and a pack of droobles. "May I sit here," a male voice said from the glass doorway. I look up to see a boy about my age with long dark hair dressed in black. He had thin lips and a large nose, but his face seemed perfectly proportioned. I gave him a soft smile and motioned my hand to the booth in front of me for him to sit down. He returned a smile and he sat down without a word.