I'm in the car on our way to hogwarts. I have the letter nervously in my hands and look out of the window. What if nobody likes me? "Monica?" Asks my mother, and she turns around in her chair. "Yes?" I say. "You don't have to be nervous honey, it's alright." She says reassuringly. I nod and read the letter over again and again until we park for the train station.
I step out of the car and remove the bags from the trunk. I see a whole group of boys and girls with suitcases walking in their hands. I walk with my cart full of stuff and follow the children, my parents running behind me. Finally I stand for platform 9 3/4. I look at the great wall and see how other children disappear in the wall from platform 9 3/4.
I turn to my parents and bite my tongue to restrain my tears. "Bye sweetheart, we will miss you." Says my father, and I see the pride in his eyes. "Bye, honey, have fun, and write to us!" My mother says, and gives me a big hug. After a few hugs and tears I grab my cart and start making me ready to go. I start running and walk through the wall, closing my eyes.
Everywhere I see children boarding the train. I look around me and walk to one of the doors. I walk the small steps and go in one of the corridors looking for a place to sit. I look through the windows but everyone looks weird at me. Finally I'm in an empty seat and open the door. I throw my stuff down on the bench across me and sit down.
I look through the window and imagine already how the school will look like. Suddenly I hear a knock on the door. I see a cute boy behind the door with white hair combed back, two other boys and a girl with short black hair. The boy with the white hair opens the door a little and clears his throat.
"Can we sit with you?" he asks with a perfect English accent.
"Sure," I say happy, at least I'm not so alone I think.
The boy opens the door and steps inside with the other children. The girl holds out her hand to me and introduces herself.
"Pansy Parkinson," She says, smiling.
The thicker boy also steps forward and holds out his hand.
"Vincent Crabbe."
I nod and wait for the other boy, who moves slightly forward on the bench and ultimately extending his hand.
"Gregory Goyle."
The boy with the white hair grins and holds out his hand.
"Draco Malfoy" I smile and nod.
"I'm Monica Temzle." I say, trying to sound nice.
Draco sits down and all the 8 eyes are looking at me, waiting for something. "So," says Draco eventually. "Tell us about yourself."
I hesitate and look at the ground. Shall I say that I'm a mudblood? I don't know. What if they wouldn't like me because of that? Oh well, maybe they are also mudbloods? I try to keep it a secret.
"Well I'm Monica, I'm 11 years old but you probably knew that already, and I think I'm very excited to go to Hogwarts."
Before they could ask questions about my family I start talking about themselves. "And you guys?"
"Well I'm Pansy, and I'm looking forward to it either!" She laughs. I think she's sweet. The other guys say the same. Draco grinns at me and I still feel that he is going to ask something.
"And what about your family?" He asks.
I start to sweat and don't know what to say. "Erm," I say.
They all start to look at each other and look at me grinning. "Tell me," Draco says.
"Well I haven't actually wizards or witches in my family.." I say quickly.
"So, you're a mudblood?" Pansy says, and she looks at me like I'm shit.
It's getting hot in here and there is an awkward silence. "Well what are you waiting for?" Shout Draco suddenly. "Get out!"
I'm shocked. "W-why?"
"Get out of our eyes mudblood." How did he pronounce the word makes me sick. I grab my stuff and I'm finally on the corridor. I get tears in my eyes and I search for an empty seating. I walk to the end of the corridor and don't know what to do. I'm too scared to knock on one of the doors. What if everyone is going to judgde me?
Suddenly I hear a door open and the head of a sweet-looking boy sticks around the corner.
"Looking for a place?" He asks.
I nod and look at the ground.
"Come sit with me, though!" He says, and I look at him gratefully.
I walk up to him with my stuff and get in the booth. I sit down and I imagine. "Monica Temzle," I say softly.
"To Monica, nice name by the way nice to meet you, I'm Neville Longbottom." He shakes my hand firmly.
We talk and talk and it eventually creates a close friendship. I don't care about what the children said about me, I'm glad I have Neville, and I can't wait for Hogwarts.
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