❝you broke me, left me, then tried to care for me. i refused to let you touch me, but if what they say is truly true, i'll be waiting for you at the end.❞
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my mind raced with terrifying thoughts as i trotted through king's cross station on september 1st, looking for the brick wall that at the time, i had thought would lead me to the train to hell. i stared at my golden ticket, and the polar express suddenly made its way into my mind, and i smirked.
i had made sure that my parents didn't come, because the last thing i needed at the moment was a lecture, seeing as it happened so often. you see, i used to go to beauxbatons academy of magic, but i got expelled. i mean, you drop one dungbomb in etiquette class and they basically kick you out of france! my parents contacted every wizard school they could, asking them if they had room for a fifth year girl, purposely leaving out the fact that i could give zonko a run for his money. hogwarts was the first to respond, so they figured that hogwarts was their best shot. an old hag came over to our humble manor over the summer, placed a raggedy hat on my well-combed hair, and told me to sit at the griffin's door table or whatever.
i wandered aimlessly around the station until i saw an elderly witch and wizard hugging a young boy--well, he looked young in comparison to them. i mustered the courage to walk up to them and ask them for directions.
"aren't you a little too old to be a first year?" the boy asked with a smirk.
"great! the first person I meet is a smart aleck," i said, rolling my eyes.
he chuckled, ruffled his hair, and held his hand out for me to shake. "i don't know what an aleck is, but i'll get remus to figure it out. i'm james potter, 5th year, gryffindor. who might you be?"
i smirked and said, "ivory hue, 5th year, gryffindor, transfer student. kicked out of beauxbatons for setting off a dungbomb in etiquette class. that wasn't even a prank. i could have done way worse. that was the bare minimum."
"that's funny, first year. you appear to look like you'd be a teacher's pet--" he began, but was interrupted by a boy with long, black hair, grey eyes, and a mischievous smirk.
"not that you would know."
"hey, mate. you wouldn't know much more about it than i would."
"i would hope not. gee, even the thought of it makes me cringe. oi, h've you seen remus?" the boy stated. "oh, and i'm sirius black. pleasure to meet you."
"oh, don't even try that, mate. she's quite obviously not interested," james sighed.
"isn't that what you said about all the others? they seemed to be quite interested. whatcha think?" he asked, turning to me.
"excuse me?" I said.
"sirius here wants to know if you'd like to hook up with him," james said, rolling his eyes at his friend.
