"whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same"
-emily brontë
Clarisse Fawcett has been raised to be a proper member of the elite Pureblood Society. Her hair is always done, she never forgets her table manners, she is a silent type...
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Finding the correct compartment had proved to be quite simple. The train had no assigned seating arrangements, but everyone fell naturally into one anyways. The first cart was filled with first years, the second with Slytherins, then Ravenclaws, Hufflepuffs, & finally Gryffindors.
Slytherin House was big on ranks. The prominent members sat in the more central compartments, surrounded on either side by the lessers in the house. These said prominent members were from the most noble of houses, as it was believed by all purebloods that the more potent the magical blood, the more powerful the witch or wizard.
In short, popularity was given by blood right.
For Clarisse's group, this placed them on the top of the pedestal, despite only being third years.
A few Slytherins loitered the narrow hallway most likely on the prowl for a lone Gryffindor to pick a fight with. Childish, if you asked Clarisse, but she could not deny them their fun.
They glided out of the way as she passed by with Daphne. A head dip in acknowledgment.
Daphne gently pushed the door open enough for the two girls to fit through.
"Well it's about time you two twats decided to get here." Pansy exclaimed, jumping out of her seat. This also happened to launch poor Theo's head up from her lap, where it appeared that he had been taking a nap.
"Pansy, my love, oh how I've missed you!" Daphne grabbed the brunette by the shoulders to press a kiss to each cheek. Daphne beamed at Pansy, while Pansy gave a small smirk in response, which was the most you could get out of her.
Meanwhile, Clarisse slid behind the two of them to make her way to her unofficial spot. She preferred the window spot as she loved to watch the beautiful scenery of Scotland flash by through the window.
Her friends sometimes complained of how long the journey was, but she found something calming in watching the big mountains & lush forests race by the window.
Blaise cleared his throat, calling the attention of the entire compartment.
"Well," he said. "Do I get a kiss or no?" He feigned an affronted look & pouted his lips.
Draco, from his window seat across from Clarisse, looks up with a smirk across his aristocratic features. "If you really wanted one mate, all you had to do was ask."
Daphne burst into senseless giggles.
Clarisse tried to fight the gigantic grin off her face, but she couldn't stop it, so in order to contain herself, she just moved her attention back to the scenery, where the train was now going over the Glennfinnan Viaduct.
Draco triumphantly looked around the compartment, focusing a few seconds on each of his friends. Unbeknownst to Clarisse, his gaze stopped on her for a few extra seconds.
