Beautiful Lies

Chapter II

❛ Our own little Daffy ❜

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            Cara did not feel pain.

            In fact, she felt almost as if she was floating. The air around her seemed to be charged with electricity, and when she peeked her eyes open she swore she saw a faint glimmer before she landed harshly on her bum

            But Cara was no longer in Kings Cross, the archway above her claiming it to be Platform Nine and Three quarters. And sure enough as she stood up, she saw witches walking around in pointed hats and families appear out of thin air.

            It was like being in Diagon Alley all over again, and Cara had to forcibly stop herself from gaping at all the magic around her. Standing up she grabbed her bag, which had only made it halfway inside the platform, pulling it after her as she walked in the direction of the bright red train, The Hogwarts Express proudly stated on the side. She couldn't help but feel a pang of envy watching as parents bid their children goodbye with loving kisses and teary eyes.

            And with a final look over her shoulder, as she tried to soak up every detail about the platform, she boarded the train.

            There were only a couple minutes left until the clock would chime eleven and the train would start it's journey to Hogwarts. It seemed as though every compartment was filled with older students trading jokes and giving dirty glares any time a younger student dared interrupt them.

            Slowly Cara made her way to the back of the train, where there seemed to be much fewer people crowding until she found an empty compartment.

            She was quite content to sit in it by herself, pulling out a spare piece of paper she had managed to tuck into her suitcase before pulling out her favorite pen, a gift for her tenth birthday that she had guarded carefully, and started writing. She told her parents how she saw a man summon a book to his hand with a lazy flick of his wand, and how some of the women walked around in robes that seemed to glisten with stars.

            She had been in the middle of telling them about her own wand when a girl walked into her compartment. She looked roughly the same age as Cara was, though with her head held high and a superior expression on her face she looked older.

             "May I sit here? The other compartments are rather full." She explained, her voice posh and her very aura seeming to shout high society.

             Moving her things hastily to the side, Cara nodded. "What's your name?" She asked, hoping this would be her chance to make a new friend.

             "Selwyn, Victoria Selwyn." She introduced, her hair falling like ink over her shoulders as she inclined her head politely. There was a lyrical quality to her words, the 'r' rolling ever so slightly on her tongue.

             "Cara Daniely," She replied eagerly. The other girls face pinched at her name but she nodded politely, choosing to take a book out of her trunk instead of offering another reply. "Were you excited when you received your letter?"

             Victoria looked at her over the top of her book, pausing for a moment before speaking. "Of course not, every generation of the Selwyn family has attended Hogwarts." She said it all with a slight air of pride. "I suppose it was exciting for you?" Her voice held a slight sneer.

              "Well, yes, it was." Cara flushed, not sure what to make of the girl in front of her anymore. She was saved from having to say anything further as the trolley approached.