Hogwarts Once Again

On the Train Part 1

She held the straps of her backpack tight, and made her way down the corridor, looking for a relatively empty compartment that she could hide in, since she wasn't feeling particularly social today. She also would have liked to read a bit more before just jumping into this crazy world of magic as she hadn't done much this summer because every time she did it just seemed so unreal..
She kept walking until the middle of the train, when she found an empty compartment, except for a dark haired boy with tanned skin and a somewhat pointy nose. She knocked and slid the door open, "Is it alright if I sit in here?" She asked smiling.
"Really?" He asked quite surprised, "I mean, sure if you don't mind.. Many people do.."
"Why would I mind?"
He looked at her and his face scrunched, "You're muggle-born, aren't you?"
She tilted her head, she hasn't heard that before, though she supposed it meant her parents were normal, "Yes, I suppose I am."
"That explains it... My father was Amycus Carrow," the boy sighed, "He was a death eater."
"I hardly see how that matters!" She smiled at him, "You're not a death eater, correct?"
He looked stunned at her bluntness, "No! Of course not!"
"Well then! Now that that's settled. Is it alright if I sit in here?"
"I.. Uh.. Sure?" He just sat kind of stunned, like no one had ever not cared about that. He opened his mouth to speak than closed it quickly.
She slid her back off and sat down across from him, as the train shook and she could tell it had started to move by the view from the window, "I'm Celia," she held her hand out for him to shake and her bracelets jingled.
He shook her hand, his tan skin looking somewhat lighter compared to hers.
"I'm Malcolm."
She grinned, "Well it's a pleasure to meet you Malcolm."
He looked down, and muttered, "I doubt you'll think so later..."
"What do you mean?" Celia looked at him, confused as to why he was so grouchy.
"Celia, a lot of people here, they aren't very nice, they're not like muggles. They care about things like bloodlines and who your parents are.."
She laughed, "You don't know much about muggles, do you?"
Now it was his turn to ask, "What do you mean?"
"Muggles, they may not care about bloodlines but they sure as heck care about skin color, they care about what your parents have done, and they care about money," she sighed, "Trust me, I know a lot about bullying."
Celia could tell he wasn't really sure how to respond. She supposed he believed muggles were nice to each other, she had assumed wizards were.
Malcolm sighed, "People are going to be mean to you, Celia, if you're seen talking to me."
"Like I care if people are mean to me! I'm apparently a witch, I just bought a magic wand, dragons exist, and today is a great day. Everything is great for me right now, so yeah, someone might be mean, but I can just hex them or whatever, right? This world is incredible and you shouldn't let some rude kids bring you down!" She grinned at him.
He sat back and picked at the bottom of his green tie, "I've never thought of it like that.. This is just always something I've had. This must be incredible for you.." He smiled, "You're right. I'll stop pouting but you've got to show me some of your weird muggle stuff."
"Well, you have to show me some of your weird wizard stuff."
"Deal."