Living as a Dragon (a Harry Potter side story)

The Boy with the Black Hair

I sat there for a while, wondering if this is what school would be like. My door was closed so nobody would bother me. I like to think, it's what I do best. But as I shifted my gaze to the blurred window through the door, I notice someone outside it, standing with his hand on the wall. As far as I could tell, he....or she was staring straight ahead. Had he (or she) heard what had happened with the group of boys and wanted to have a go....no....he wasn't looking directly at the door. Also, no one in there right mind would do that when they're about the same age as me, seeing as he (or she) was wearing a black cloak that all first years wear before they get sorted. All the other carriages were probably full so he (or she) has to stand as people shove past. I get up and put my hand on the handle but hesitate. What if this is a big mistake? What if this is someone who wants to try their luck?....nah....

I pull open the door as casually as I could. There, leaning against the wall like I had just jumped out at him, was a boy. He had black hair that reached to about his shoulders and an almost surprised expression on his face. "Do you need a room?" I ask. The boy looks at me with the same mildly surprised look he had before he started talking. "Oh...ah...no no, don't worry about it, I'm fine here," he stuttered as he gestured to the hallway. I lean against the doorframe. "Oh is that so, well I'd get in here if I were you because I've already had an....argument with some older students and I'm not sure how they'll fair with you being in 'their' hallway". The boy automatically looks up and down the halls. "Oh...no no, I'm fine, I'm sure they'll leave me alone, I've been no trouble to them," he assures. Well at least he has brought some composure to himself. I sigh and grab the front of his shirt and, pulling him a little harder than I meant to, finally got him in the carriage with his trunk following after.

As I sat down, I realised that he was still standing up, staring at me as if I was some fantastic beast. "Well, come on, these seats aren't reserved for anyone else," I say, gesturing to the cushions on the other side of the table opposite to me. He reluctantly sits down. I notice he's on the edge of his seat, as if waiting for the moment to run. I sigh and sink back onto my chair. "So, what's your name?" I question, hoping to break the deafening silence. The black haired boy, as I just noticed, had very pale skin. Was that normal? "Severus. Severus Snape," he mutters. "Severus...I like that name, that's a nice name, goes well with Snape,". Severus breaks his eyes away from the floor and looks directly at me. "R-really?".
Why is he acting so strange? "Yeah, absolutely. That's an awesome name." I assure. This seems to soften him a bit. "So what's your name?" He questions. "My name's Myst. Myst Skarsblood," I replied. Severus seemed to think about that name for a while. "That's awesome," he praises, at last. I smile and nod at him which is surprisingly answer by a grin.

"Hey, can I ask you something?". "Yeah sure," he answers. "When you were standing out there and I offered you in, you seemed to be afraid of something, may I ask what?". He paused for a moment, looking like he was seriously considering the question. At last, he answered ,"to be honest, I don't talk to that many people, I tend to keep to myself". I nod, that made sense, I couldn't object that that was bad or tease him, it's exactly what I do. I notice that he was finally sitting comfortably in his chair. I smiled at the sight.

I hear a commotion going on outside of the carriages. "Who is making that racket?" I challenge to no one in particular. I poke my head outside and am immediately overthrown by the most horrible smell I've ever smelt. Scrunching up my nose, I look down the hallway to see a red haired girl. I slam the door shut, gasping for air. "Open the window....please...before it gets us," I groan. I collapse to the floor. I hear the hurried steps of Severus as he opened the window then hear him rush over to me. "Myst! What's wrong," he cried urgently. I spring onto my feet. "Geez, that smell was horrid. Thanks for that though," I joked as he looks at me with a confused look. "Poke your head outside of you don't believe me". And sure enough, when Severus poked his head out the door....he took and almighty sniff..... And bolted back inside, looking more green than anything else. He shoves his head outside the train, gasping for air. I burst out laughing. He looks back at me and scowls. "Hey, it's not my fault you didn't take my word for it," I whine. His expression softens, then turns into a smile which then turns into a laugh. We end up sitting there, leaning against each other, laughing as we had never laughed before. We sat there for a while, shoulder by shoulder, holding each other up as we laughed great hearty laughs. To be honest, I didn't ever want it to stop.